That evening. Empty field. Shadows stretch long.

Most of the girls had left, tired and aching after a brutal session. The locker room lights were off, water bottles forgotten. Only Anika stayed.

She claimed she needed to stretch. Alone.

Akash didn’t ask why. He just watched.

She was on all fours on the turf mat, hips swaying slowly, back arched as she reached forward. Her shorts had ridden up—barely covering anything, the lower curve of her ass peeking out with every movement.

He stepped closer, clipboard gone, voice darker now.

“You always stretch like this?”

Anika looked over her shoulder, smirking.

“Only when I want to be seen.”

Akash crouched beside her, one hand on her lower back, pressing her gently down.

“Then stretch properly.”

She let out a soft gasp as he leaned over her, breath hot against her neck. His hand slipped down—palming the swell of her ass, fingers bold, firm.

“No complaints, Anika?”

Her breath caught.

“Only if you stop.”

Akash’s control snapped.

In one swift motion, he yanked her shorts down to her knees. She didn’t resist—just braced herself, legs spreading wider, the scent of sweat and need thick in the air. Her thong was soaked, practically see-through.

He slid it aside, his fingers teasing her folds, slick and ready.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You wanted this.”

Anika moaned. “Since you first walked in.”

He didn’t wait.

Akash pulled his pants down just enough, freeing himself—thick, hard, already throbbing. He pressed the tip against her entrance, teasing, letting her squirm.

“Say it,” he growled, gripping her hip.

“Please… stretch me out, sir.”

That was all he needed.

He pushed inside—slow at first, letting her feel every inch. Anika gasped, nails digging into the turf, her back arching further. He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, driving in harder, faster.

The empty field echoed with skin on skin, with her moans and his groans, primal and raw.

“You think this is training, Anika?” he growled in her ear.

“No, sir,” she gasped. “This is… punishment.”

He pulled out suddenly, flipped her over—bare ass on the turf, legs in the air, glistening and dripping. Her sports bra barely clung to her body, nipples hard, begging for attention.

Akash bent down, took one in his mouth, sucking hard as his fingers plunged back inside her, curling, hitting just right. She writhed under him, crying out, lost in it.

When he finally slid back in, she grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper.

“Fuck me like I’m not on the team,” she begged.

He did.

Again. And again. Until she came with a scream, body shaking. He followed with a deep grunt, spilling inside her, hips jerking until there was nothing left.

They collapsed on the mat, panting.

She looked at him, grinning wickedly.

“So… training again tomorrow?”

Akash smirked, pulling her thong back up slowly.

“Every day.”

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