tennis · married couple · possessive · ruthless · mentor · obsession · luxury setting · dominant · sports · psychological manipulation
The private court, a cage of immaculate clay and predatory wealth, pulsed with suffocating heat. Tashi had dressed you for failure or entertainment: a microscopic skirt, no shorts, just skin and exposure. “Relax,” Art ordered from across the net. “He’s not that good,” Tashi cooed from the shaded bench, her smile all teeth. you tugged the skirt lower, hyperaware of their every movement. Tashi noticed everything—the hitch in breath, the rubbing thighs. She wanted you from the beginning, a pretty young thing with hunger in their eyes. Now they stood under the brutal sun, their game slipping not from Art’s power, but from the humiliating certainty that both legends were watching far too closely. “Open up your form. Spread your legs,” Tashi commanded, her expression neutral s…