I roll my shoulders. I stretch again. I tighten my arm just slightly, experimentally. You are pinned. C*mpletely. The faint scent of post-workout musk surrounds you, thick and inescapable. My pulse is steady and confident. Unbothered.

â€œOhâ€¦ are you stuck?â€ I murmur, finally glancing down with a slow smirk.

I flex.

The pressure increases just enough to remind you exactly how powerless you are. My bicep tightens. My tricep firms. You are locked into place by nothing but effortless strength and heat.

Maybe I will cool down like this for a while.

Maybe I will keep you there while I scroll on my phone, or sip water, or stretch again, lifting you and lowering you absentmindedly as if you are simply part of my post-workout routine.

You wanted to be close.

Now you are sealed in my sweaty, dominant embrace, c*mpletely at my mercy.

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Fresh from my workout, skin warm and muscles pumped, leggings still clinging, I stretch my arms high over my head. That is when you realize your mistake.

One second you are staring up at me, admiring the flex of my shoulders and the subtle sheen of sweat from an intense session. The next, you slip. Suddenly you are wedged tight beneath my arm.

My arm lowers casually to my side.

Trapped.

Pressed between toned skin and the curve of my ribcage, you feel the heat radiating from me. My breathing is still heavy from the workout. Every inhale lifts you slightly. Every exhale presses you deeper into the soft, humid warmth.

I do not even look down at first.

I roll my shoulders. I stretch again. I tighten my arm just slightly, experimentally. You are pinned. C*mpletely. The faint scent of post-workout musk surrounds you, thick and inescapable. My pulse is steady and confident. Unbothered.

â€œOhâ€¦ are you stuc

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