Chapter 3
The scolding I’d just endured left me too afraid to resist. I could only grit my teeth and endure.
“Mr. Lowell… please, let’s switch positions. I can’t hold this anymore…”
“It’s barely been any time. The other girls can hold it for half an hour.” Ryan stepped back, releasing his weight from me. “Your back muscles are too tight. Let me stretch them for you.”
Without giving me a chance to refuse, he flipped me over, gripped my waist, and jerked me into position with a force that sent waves of soreness through every muscle and tendon.
My dancer’s flexibility meant nothing as he pressed down hard on my lower back, forcing me into the exact pose he wanted.
“Chest up. Abs in. Hips lifted.” Ryan pressed his lower stomach against my tailbone, yanking my arms back with brutal force.
“Ah! Not so hard…!”
I arched my back, tilting my hips upward, silently enduring the pain.
Ten agonizing minutes later, when Ryan finally released me, I collapsed onto the yoga mat, completely drained, barely conscious.
I didn’t even have the strength to protest when his hands lingered a little too long on my backside.
“Mr. Lowell… I really can’t take anymore. Please, just let me go…”
He shook his head and moved closer. “Today’s session was intense. You need to cool down properly, or you’ll be sore all over tomorrow.”
Ryan pulled out a massage gun—a sleek device with a soft silicone head, a power button, and a charging port at the base.
I’d used one before. The deep muscle relief was unforgettable.
Before I could refuse, he flipped the switch, dragged me into position, and pressed the vibrating head against my thigh.
“Ah—!” A jolt of sensation shot straight to my core, wrenching a sharp cry from my lips.
Then he adjusted the setting, and the vibrations intensified.
“No—stop—!” Overwhelmed, I writhed, desperate to escape, but Ryan held me down effortlessly.
Finally, with one rough motion, he tore open my leotard…