Page 2 of De Vil

A loud bang startles me from my thoughts as I enter the locker room. My hand automatically flies to the center of my chest, and I chuckle. I wasn’t aware of my surroundings because I was so focused on Tia’s moan. Girly chatter fills my ears, and I roll my eyes. The one thing I hate most about my job is dealing with all the students. They can be viciously catty and petty.

Making a beeline for my office, I try to hold in the moan that is dying to burst through me. The feeling of an orgasm is on the cusp of happening without even touching myself. Dammit, this is going to be bad. I know I’ll become obsessed if I’m not careful.

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“You call that running?” My voice carries throughout the gym as I watch Tia run along the court. She’s nowhere near her normal pace, and I wonder if she has something on her mind. I refuse to go soft on her though. That’s not who I am. “My ninety-year-old grandmother could run faster than you. Pick up the pace, Falcon.”

Tia is short, but she can run faster than anyone else on this team. So why is she giving me a half-assed attempt now?

“Bitch.”

I blow the whistle around my neck and walk over to her. “You need to learn how to whisper your words better, Tia. You’ve just earned yourself a hundred snakes. Get going.”

She takes off toward the bleachers, and I watch her shapely ass bounce with each stride. My left-hand itches, wanting to grab on to her and leave my fingerprints all over her body. My eyes close from the thought of her on her knees, ass in the air, and my handprint shining back at me.

Halfway through, Tia stops on the last step of the bleachers and sits down. “I’m done.”

Oh, little girl needs a lesson in when she’s truly done. Reeling that thought in, I smile and shake my head. “No, you aren’t. Take a moment, get some water or Gatorade, and then get back to it. You have fifty more to go.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Do you really want to refuse, Tia?” My heart is racing with the overwhelming sensation of taking her over my knee.

“I’m done. My legs are tingling, and I can’t seem to catch my momentum.” She doesn’t look at me when tells me this. A lie. I can feel the ringing of truth behind my thoughts. She’s lying to me.

“Very well. Let’s get you on the massage table and work out those legs.” She tries to hide her smile but fails miserably.

“Thanks, Coach.” The way her whole face lights up when she smiles is gorgeous, but if she knew what was about to happen, she wouldn’t be thanking me.

The therapy room is quiet as we enter. Tia goes over to the massage table as I lock the door. For what I’m about to do, we can’t have any witnesses.

“Strip.” The demand comes out before I think about it.

Tia turns around and looks at me wide eyed. “What?”

“If you are truly in that much pain…strip.” There’s no room for argument in my tone as I stare her down. I’m calling her bluff and hoping she walks out.For my own damn sanity and to keep me from crossing a line I know I shouldn’t.

She doesn’t.

No, this girl just shrugs and pulls her sports bra and shorts off, leaving her nude. Fuck. I'll be damned. She called my own damn bluff. Smart little girl. I would give her points for that if I knew she was doing this to push my buttons.

Watching Tia climb onto the table, I get a shot of her bare pussy, and it’s soaked. Is she getting off on this? Biting my lip, I walk over to the counter where all the massage products are. For a moment, I wonder if she is truly in pain, and I’m being the bitch she accused me of being.

Taking the massage gel and two towels over to the table, I think about how I’m going to play this. I could be completely professional and let everything go.Nah.My inner voice chuckles at me. We are going to play this hard and dirty.

She looks back at me, probably wondering what I'm doing. Is she seriously worried I'll do something to her? Shaking my head, I try not to be offended. She doesn't know me, and I don't know her. After this she'll understand that I'm trying to help her.

Pouring the gel onto Tia’s back, I push her head down. “Relax. I’m a certified massage therapist and have been taking care of my players since before you were born.”

“It’s not that,” Tia says through gritted teeth, and I know there’s a story behind those words.

“What’s up?” I ask her, wondering why she was so confident a moment ago and is now rigid as can be.

“I don’t like people touching me.”

This bit of information gives me pause, and I know I should pull back. Instead, I run my hand along her leg and bend down until my mouth is on top of her ear.

“Don’t worry, princess.” Dammit, that wasn’t supposed to come out. Oh well, too late to take it back now.

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