by Stacey Lynn
I joined them on the ice, sticks and helmets held high in the air as they skated in a circle before lining up to shake hands. But I still had more plans to finish, and as I stepped onto the ice, walking on it on dress shoes like I was laced into skates, I turned back to Chloe.
I’d forced myself not to look at her again for the entire game, but it didn’t mean I stopped sensing her presence. We were connected, an invisible thread and I knew every moment of the game what she was thinking. Fear at how I’d scowled at her before, excitement for the game, and if I was correct, even pride I had just coached my first victory of the season against a team always nipping at our heels.
But in that moment, I caught her gaze and glared. When her mouth opened at my severe expression, I pointed to the hallway beneath the stands. Slowly, and with intent, I mouthed. “Locker room. Now.”
Pink that had nothing to do with the cool arena air hit her cheeks. I arched a brow and waited until she nodded and returned a mouthed response. “Okay.”
I shook the hands of the other team’s coach and players, congratulating them for a well-fought game and received their morose “good game” in return.
It took forever until the kids changed and as they were dressing, I congratulated each of the players who had stepped onto the ice and those who had stayed on the bench. They were just as important to the team as the starters and I tried to never forget them. But through all of it, telling them to enjoy their Thanksgiving school break and we’d deal with what needed to be worked on the following Monday at practice, my mind was filled with other things.
Like what I was going to do to Chloe for distracting me when I least needed it. And for making me want her so bad my blood boiled with desire.
The final player left and I said good-bye to the other coaches, telling them I’d clean up and they could get home. Some were heading out of town the following day for Thanksgiving with their families.
But mostly, I wanted to take care of Chloe there. In the locker room, with the threat that someone could see us but knowing they wouldn’t.
Soft footsteps entered the locker room, the heavy clang of the metal door closing echoed.
I shut a locker and scooped up towels left on the floor. I tossed them into the laundry bin and headed toward the door.
“You’re here.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
Chloe dipped her head and linked her hands together behind her back. She’d set her coat down on a wood bench and in skinny jeans tucked into boots, a tight navy blue sweater that hugged her body perfectly, her breasts arched out toward me.
God, I wanted to suck on them. I still wanted to clamp them. I wanted to show her pleasures she hadn’t yet experienced. I’d given her one more day with me but there was a lifetime of experiences I wanted to share with her.
“Come closer, sub.”
Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she drew near. When she was in front of me, I placed a hand on her shoulder, showing her my intention. “Kneel.”
She executed it with beauty and grace, not hesitating a single moment. When she was on the floor, the uncomfortable concrete pressing against her knees, I stepped back.
“Why did you come tonight, Chloe? I believe I was specific with when we would see each other.”
Her voice trembled. “I always come to your games, sir.”
She absolutely undid me. I’d never known.
“And Haley? Why were you with her?”
“She came to my store today and brought me here, sir.”
I had no doubt of Haley’s intention. I’d called Jensen Sunday night and talked to him. He told me to man up and take the woman I wanted. I explained everything, including my past with her family, and he’d essentially told me the same thing I had already heard. We were adults and didn’t need her family’s permission. It was asinine to think about them when deciding about us.
It didn’t change the fact that deep down, it was the right decision.
But now, with Chloe at my feet, kneeling with her gorgeous surrender she so willingly gave to me, offered to me in a sweet and innocent way I’d never been given before, I wanted to only hold her close to me forever.
After I tanned her ass.
“Did you mention to Haley that I told you I’d see you Friday?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you chose to ignore it.”
“I...I’m sorry, sir.”
I hated the way her voice trembled, like she was afraid of me. It was the very last thing I ever wanted her to feel around me.
I held out a hand. “Hold on to me and stand.”
As soon as she placed her small and chilled hand into mine, a hot, searing electric shock slid up my arm to my chest. I fought to ignore it and pulled her to her feet.
“You’ve disobeyed, Little One.”
I was thrilled she had. I hadn’t yet administered a punishment to her, but I was going to enjoy the hell out of this one.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
She still hadn’t looked at me. It was typical for her to look at the floor until I gave her permission to look at me, but this was different. She was holding herself back from me. I hated it at the same time I understood.
“Go to my office. I’ll follow you so I can plan what to do with your ass as soon as I have it over my desk.”
I stepped to the side, watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breaths shortened.
“Sir?”
“You heard me.”
For the first time since entering the locker room, she hesitated, and then headed toward my office. Her heeled boots clicked on the concrete floor, her perfect ass swayed with her quick steps. When she turned the corner into the office, I walked toward her and closed the door behind us, locking it firmly. Then I closed the blinds giving us privacy. If anyone did enter, we’d have a few moments to get dressed before they walked in.
“Remove your top and bra.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, the first time she’d brought her eyes to mine all night. I wanted to lose myself in the swirling, blue colors. “Can we talk, sir?”
“If you say yellow.” She worried her bottom lip for a moment and turned back to the desk. A sense of relief flooded me when she didn’t pause us. To make her more secure, I stepped closer. “We’ll talk through every second of this. We’ll also talk while you remove your top and bra and bend over the desk, sub.”
“Okay, sir.” Her shoulders rose and fell with a heavy breath and then her trembling fingers went to the hem of her navy sweater. She’d taken time to plan the top so she was wearing our school colors while still looking as stylish as anything she sold. “It’d be a shame to ruin this beautiful sweater or your bra with scissors if you don’t begin to hurry.”
“You wouldn’t.”
I walked around to the edge of the desk and searched the drawers. I set a pair of scissors on top showing her I would. As I was closing the door, a bright pop of color drew my gaze and I grabbed for it. An extra tie I left rolled in the drawer in case I forgot one.
It’d be perfect.
While she took off her bra, I undid the tie at my neck and wrapped both of them around my wrists, pulling them tight with a snapping sound that rivaled my belt.
“Now your pants. You don’t have to undress fully, but I want you to push them down as far as you can.”
Again, trembling fingers went to her jeans and she unbuckled them, shoving them down quickly until they bunched at the tops of her boots just beneath her knees.
She wouldn’t be able to spread her legs too far apart, but that didn’t matter. I was going to spank her ass so she felt me until Friday, not fuck her. Not tonight.
“Bend over the desk and grab the edges.”
God, she was beautiful. Her frame so small she had to pull to her tiptoes
to reach the edge of the desk. When she was in position, her stomach rustling against the cool top of the desk, as she got comfortable, I walked toward where she could see me and squatted down to meet her eyes.
“I’m going to tie you to the desk and spank you. Do you know why, sub?”
“I disobeyed sir. We weren’t supposed to see each other until Friday.”
“Right. And what else were you supposed to do this week?”
Her breath hitched and she blinked harshly. “Think of what I want in a Dom.”
“And did you?”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded, difficult from her cheek pressed to the desk. “I know what I want.”
Fury blasted through me. Pushing it to the side, I took the ties and wrapped them around her wrists, leaving her only inches to struggle against them. With the other ends, I knotted them to the desk’s leg.
“You’re doing very well, Little One.” I ran a finger from the tie knotted around her wrist up to her shoulders, massaging them roughly but firmly.
“You doing okay? Hurt anywhere?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. Then I’ll give you a choice. Would you like my hand or the belt?”
“Belt, sir.” Her decision was made so quickly, so decisively, I hesitated.
“Why the belt?
Her breath went ragged. Her back rose and fell as she struggled to calm her breathing. I settled a hand on her spine to help calm her and I waited until she relaxed.
“You haven’t answered, Little One.”
“I know, sir. I’m not sure what to say.”
“Why’d you choose the belt?”
“Because I like it.”
“You think I should punish you with something you enjoy?”
She struggled, her boots slipping on the concrete so I pushed my feet behind her and rubbed her ass to warm it. “The problem is that I like everything you do to me, sir.”
“Thank you for your honesty.”
I continued warming her ass, squeezing it and rubbing the backs of her thighs until her breathing slowed and she arched into me.
“If I were to test, would I find you already aroused?”
She pulled on the ties and pushed against my hand, giving me a better view of her ass. “Yes, sir. I’m so wet for you.”
She slayed me. With every perfect, submissive gesture. With every word. The scent of her invaded my senses and all I wanted to do was sink into her. I wasn’t planning on fucking her, but I changed my mind. This might be the last time I touched her. I would feel her one last time.
I dug a condom out of my wallet and tossed it to the floor before I loosened my belt. She tensed when I pulled it through my belt loops and snapped it into the air. Before she could prepare for her first spanking, I brought my bare hand down on her backside.
She jolted and cried out from the sting and surprise.
“Fifteen with my hand, as many as you beg for with my belt, Little One. You ready?”
“Yes sir. Please.”
Damn. Perfect. I spanked her again, repeatedly. I covered her ass with my hands in a way it’d leave small bruises on the fleshy globes before moving to spank the backs of her thighs. Changing the tempo and locations, not spanking her in a pattern so she could never anticipate where the next one was coming from. My palm burned by the time I’d counted to fifteen. Her cries of pleasure and pain went straight to my dick. I was so damn hard for her. Could practically taste her already. Based on her breathy little moans and gasps and croons of thankfulness, she was close to coming.
I couldn’t resist her. “You are wet,” I whispered, leaning over her back and sliding my fingers through her tight slit. Moisture had dripped down to her thighs and I spread it around, teased her clit and shoved three fingers into her without preparation.
“Oh God, so good, sir. Please, I’m so close.”
“You’ve asked for my belt.”
“Please, Simon. Sir. I need you.”
I rocked to my heels at her proclamation. Stunned at the depth in her voice, the sweet sincerity of it that made me want to claim her. God, I craved this woman, every piece of her.
I slapped her ass and pulled my fingers out of her. “Belt, first. Thank me after each one and ask for another. I’ll give you time to get back into position when you need it. And when you’re ready, ask me to fuck you. Got it?”
“Yes.”
I slapped her ass again, loved the jiggle of her flesh. “Sir. Yes, sir. I get it.”
I bent and picked up my belt, folded it carefully, and gripped the metal parts in my fist.
At the first lash, she jerked. It wasn’t meant to bring pleasure but only pain from the sharp sting. Her entire back bowed off the desk as she shouted and she pulled so hard on the ties the desk moved.
“More?”
Slowly, she released her muscles, pressed her chest back to the desk and flexed and relaxed her fingers. “Thank you, sir. Another, please.”
I repeated the movements, crisscrossing them so another fiery sting seared her already reddened skin. For two more beltings, she cried out, thanked me and asked me for more. It was after the fourth that she cried so loud I couldn’t bring her more pain.
Only pleasure. Only ecstasy.
“Fuck me, sir,” she moaned. “Please, sir. No more.”
I was already rolling on my condom when she said please. Grabbing her hips, I slammed my dick into her. With her legs close together, the fit was tight and both of our groans echoed in my ears as I entered her. I fucked her slowly, took my time to hold her and remember every single feel of her. Her heated skin beneath my hands. The light flowery scent of her perfume mixed with the aroma of her arousal.
“Chloe.” I drove deep inside of her, unable to stop succumbing to our deep connection. I didn’t want to just fuck her anymore. Not all the time. I wanted to worship her like she needed. Bending over her, I curved one hand over her shoulder and rocked into her.
“I’m going to come, sir. Please.”
“As often as you need to.” I whispered in her ear, sucked the skin just beneath it. It’d leave a hickey and I didn’t give a shit. I wanted her marked.
I couldn’t pull her further from the desk to be able to move my hand in front of her and rub her clit so I changed my position. My dick rubbed against her G-spot with every thrust forward and she came. Her pussy clenched around me, her whimpers turned to panting screams and pleas to go harder and faster. I did the opposite and slowed down, dragging out our pleasure and when she came the second time, I was right behind her.
“So damn sensational.” I filled the condom with my cum and listened to her settle her breaths. “Always sensational, Chloe. All the time.”
I quickly undid the ties wrapped around her wrists and rubbed sensation back into her limbs. Bright pink marks were left behind from the bindings, and I flinched, showing them to her as I helped her stand. “Do you have arnica to put on them when you get home?”
Her eyes widened, and then flattened. “Yes, I do.”
I stepped back while she redressed and did the same, shoving the ties into the coat pocket of my suit. “I’ll walk you out,” I said.
The last thing I wanted to do was let her go.
But I still couldn’t think of any way to keep her.
“Simon—”
“Chloe—”
We spoke at the same time and she smiled hesitantly when we reached her car.
I dipped my chin. “You first.”
She shook her head, sucked her bottom lip into her teeth and let it free. “Never mind. Thank you for tonight.”
“Do you mean that? I was hard on you.”
She hitched her purse over her shoulder, digging in to get her keys. “Yeah. But like I said, I like everything you do to me.”
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sp; She turned her back to me and opened her door, putting physical space between us. “Are you okay? I don’t want you driving if you need to talk or rest a few minutes.”
I reached for her door but she tugged it toward her. A barrier she’d erected in the last few seconds as clear as the blank expression in her eyes.
“Anything you’d like to talk about?”
Dozens of things floated through my mind. None that we could discuss. None that wouldn’t hurt her more than I was already going to.
I stepped back and shoved my hands into my pockets to prevent reaching out to grab her. “No. I’ll see you Friday.”
“Of course. Happy Thanksgiving, Simon.”
She flashed me a sad smile and slid into her car, shutting the door behind her. I waited in the same spot until she pulled out of the parking lot and her taillights disappeared around the corner of the street.
Shoving my hands into my hair, I groaned toward the sky. Keep her, lose her, claim her, let her go. There was no easy choice, only decisions leading to pain.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chloe
I pulled into my parents’ drive, parked next to my sister’s sparkling BMW, and curled my hands around the steering wheel. I hadn’t talked to Cassie in months, not since she came home over the summer for my mom’s fifty-fifth birthday. She was doing her thing, lawyering it up in Ann Arbor. Over the last year, I’d begun getting the vibe from her that she considered everything from her hometown, myself included, were now beneath her.
I still didn’t know when she turned into someone who was so uptight and proper. Perhaps we’d both simply grown and changed. Regardless, the distance it put between us only made a relationship with Simon more difficult.
If we even still had a relationship.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and blew out a heavy breath. As my hands moved, the sleeves of my lacy, wine colored sleeves fell down, revealing the marks I still bore from Tuesday.
Three days later, and my wrists were still bruised. I wiped across one of them, trying to push away the memories, but it was futile. I’d been trying all week.