Chapter 21
His fingers moved. Slowly. One by one, he pushed the sleeves down, tugged the hoodie over his head. The T–shirt underneath clung to hims–still damp from nerves or sweat, I didn’t know. But the flush on his cheeks made it clear just how exposed he felt.
I walked around to face him again. His jaw was tense. But his eyes… they were searching. For approval. For something solid to hold on to.
“Good boy,” I said, voice low and deliberate, as I stepped in behind him–close enough that my chest nearly brushed his back.
He froze. He was already wound tight–breath uneven, fingers clenched on his thighs–but I needed more than nerves. I needed awareness. Stirrender.
Craving.
So I stepped in.
Closer.
Watched his eyes widen, watched his pupils swallow color. Watched his bravado peel away inch by inch as I moved into his space, close enough for him to
feel the heat off my skin, but never quite touching.
I let my fingers rise slowly, tracing the air just beside his jaw–close enough that if he leaned even a millimeter forward, we’d touch.
My mouth hovered near his-
s–so close I could taste his breath, warm and sweet–and he trembled.
His lips parted. His breath hitched.
Then, those beautiful eyes half–lidded, his mouth softening, his body tipping forward ever so slightly… like he expected it.
He thought I was going to kiss him. He wanted it…
Good.
I leaned in just far enough to feel his exhale against my skin… and then stepped back, smooth and unhurried, letting the tension snap like a pulled wire.
He blinked, confused and desperate.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he muttered, lips still parted, voice rough with frustration and want.
I didn’t deny it. Instead, I tapped his thigh once–a gentle but deliberate reminder.
“Sir,” I said softly.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine, cheeks burning.
And just like that… we were getting somewhere.
I leaned down, once more just a whisper away from his mouth. “Obedience has a taste, Noah. And you’re already hungry for it.”
He was shaking again, but not from fear this time.
I pulled back, letting the tension stretch and curl between us like a held breath.
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4:25 pm
Chapter 21
PPM
“Now,” I said gently, “go get ready for your morning routine. I’ll meet you at the gym in fifteen minutes.”
“Yes, Sit.” He sounded disappointed. Conflicted, relieved, but clearly hoping–craving–more.
“This evening, we’ll go through the contract together–each section. We’ll talk limits, expectations, the structure of the trial period.”
He paused. “And if I back out?”
“Then you back out,” I said simply. “But not tonight. Tonight, you learn. And maybe… feel.”
He took a second, internalizing my words. Then he stood–slowly this time. No sass. No complaint.
Fifteen minutes later, I stepped into the gym, and there he was–hoodie stripped off, skin damp, muscles taut and flexing with every controlled movement.
Focused. Determined. Trying so hard to pretend this was just another morning.
But it wasn’t.
He didn’t look at me, but his body knew. The shift in the air. The weight of my gaze.
This was the start of something dangerous. Two worlds on a collision course–Coach and Dominant. Rookie and submissive.
Come tomorrow, when we returned to campus, we’d have to find a way to live both lives without tearing each other apart. But for now…
I watched the sweat roll down his back and let myself imagine what it would feel like to taste him. To break him in all the ways he secretly craved, and if he had any doubts left…
Tonight, I’d make damn sure they disappeared.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
