S.H.I.E.L.D ACADEMY

50. After Hours Lesson

"Stop it," Steve hissed out, finally being able to look away from your fingers up to your adorable needy eyes.

"Stop what, captain?" You asked, still innocently letting your fingers play with yourself.

Steve began to untie his tie slowly. He knew you weren't ready for what was to come, but you had literally asked for it. You behaved liked a child and it was time for you to understand once and for all the consequences of your own actions. Steve looked over at you. What a petty you were. He took the tie of and felt it in his hand. He tightened the grip around the tie, shaping it into his fits, stretching it. Good enough.

"Come over here," Steve ordered looking up from his tie, directly at you.

His demeanour was cold. You immediately stopped. Your hands laid on the sides as you tried to read him. He was suddenly so serious. He wasn't tired anymore, or able to laugh. Looking at the man in front of you, it was difficult to imagine that he had ever smiled in his life. You felt chills down your body. You looked down at his hands, where he had his tie. If he needed help getting undressed, he could just say so.

"I said, come over here now," He repeated firm, clapping a hand at the edge of the bed.

You swallowed low and stood up in the bed, slowly walking towards him. Why did you suddenly feel insecure again? You had been so confident around him before, now you wanted to crawl into a ball. When you came to the edge of the bed, where he had ordered you to stand, you carefully take your hands up to the collar of his shirt to help him unbutton it, when he grabs your hand.

"Did I tell you to touch me?" Steve said, his grip around your hands was like cold steel, adding more and more pressure.

Okay, you had done something wrong. You lifted your head, trying to see past the darkness in his eyes, but it was pitch black. You shook your head. Steve laid one hand on your cheek. You could feel his fingers caressingly brushing through your skin, before he forced his thumb inside your mouth.

"Answer me with your pretty little mouth when I talk to you," he said, studying your lips pulling you closer. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, causing a small pop sound to appear before he pushes you down, in bed.

"Good girl," He whispered looking down at you. You were tiny beside him.

Steve grabbed your hands again. He pulled out the tie he had tucked inside of his pockets, as he began to tie it around your hands. You looked up at him confused. Ah, sometimes Steve forgot how innocent you were. You probably had no idea of what was going on. Your eyes, your body language. It was clear as a day, you were a lost poppy. Suddenly he heard you whimp. Oh, was it too tight for you? Steve tightened it even more before he secured it.

"It hurts," You whispered under your breath.

A smirk appeared on his face. Good. He kneeled to your level, his eyes finally with empathy. He let go of your hands, lifted your chin up.

"It hurts?" He asked. Steve's voice was different from his eyes. That's when you realised, he made fun of you. He was not caring for you, he pettied you.

"It does," You answered trying to sound strong.

Steve laughed, as he grabbed your very handy ponytail and pushed you down on the floor. You looked ridiculous.

"On your knees," Steve ordered.

Was he being serious? You looked away from Steve and at the floor. Your hands were tied, but you tried to collect yourself up a bit. This felt weird. Why was he ordering you? And why did you...like.. no you didn't. You shouldn't. You tried to find reason within his actions.

"On your knees, I said," He repeated, pulling your ponytail back, forcing you to look up at him.

You swallowed low and pushed yourself up to sit on your knees. Your hands were tied, so gathering balance were no longer that easy. You didn't know what to say, normally you had a lot to share, but Steve made you speechless. Steve still held your face back, so you had two choices, to stare into his legs or his eyes. You chose his face, without blinking.