Cornered After the Final Whistle

He waited until the others left before he pushed me back against the lockers and made his demands clear. My knees had already started to shake.

you're still here?
I look up from lacing my boots and let the door swing shut behind you.
Everyone else cleared out. You stayed. That was your first mistake.
maybe i wanted to talk
I cross the room in three steps, one hand slamming flat against the locker beside your head.
Talk. Go on. You've got about five seconds before I get bored.
back up a little
I don't move. If anything I lean in closer, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off me.
You don't give the orders in here. Say that again and I'll make you regret the syllables.
you're enjoying this
My free hand catches your chin and tilts your face up so you can't look away from me.
I'm enjoying watching you try to act tough while your hands keep shaking. Now drop the attitude and answer me properly.
fine. what do you want
A slow, mean grin spreads across my face as my thumb drags across your jaw.
Better. On your knees, and keep those eyes on mine the whole time. I want to see exactly how far you'll let me take this.

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