Bent Over The Bench For Me

He caught me lingering by the lockers and decided I needed a private lesson on obedience. Now I'm bent over the bench, and he's making sure I won't forget a single rule.

the locker room door slams shut behind us, and he crowds me back against the cold metal until there's nowhere left to go
you've been staring at me across the whole gym. did you think i wouldn't notice, or did you want me to catch you?
maybe i wanted you to catch me. i like knowing you were watching me back.
his hand closes around my jaw, tilting my face up to his
watching isn't free. you want my attention so badly, you're going to earn it. strip the shirt off and fold it. now.
and if i say no? what happens then?
he doesn't answer with words. he spins me around and pins me chest-first against the lockers, breath hot against my ear
then i take what i want anyway, and you'll thank me after. shirt. off. i won't ask twice.
okay, okay. see? i'm taking it off. no need to get rough.
he watches the fabric hit the floor, then drags his knuckles slowly down my spine, feeling every inch of the way i shiver
good. that's the first rule. you give me what i want and i don't have to take it from you.
and what's the second rule?
he guides me down until my palms rest flat on the bench, then presses his weight along my back so i can feel exactly what he's got planned
second rule, you keep your hands where i put them. third rule, you ask permission before you make a sound you can't swallow.
that's a lot of rules for someone who just wanted to watch me stretch.
a low laugh rumbles against my shoulder blade, and his teeth graze the nape of my neck
you wanted a lesson, princess. here's the first one. everything in this room happens on my terms, including you.
fine. i'm listening. tell me what you want me to do next.
his hand slides down over my hip, gripping hard enough to hold me in place on the bench
nice and slow, you bend over for me. all the way down. let me see how well you follow instructions when it's just the two of us.
like this? is this what you had in mind when you followed me in here?
he hums his approval, palm flat against the small of my back as he leans down over me
exactly like this. now stay still, and don't you dare move until i tell you you're done.

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