Page 78 of Misconduct Zone

I inhale through my nose, breathing deep when I can. I’m being owned, defiled, cherished, and loved all at the same time. The silk bindings hold when I reach for him, completely at his mercy. My skin is extra sensitive as his movements create fiery airwaves, overheating me.

I whimper again, desperate for his cum.

“I will give you what you need,” he assures me and moves down my torso. I’m helpless to follow his cock, blind and tied up.

Finally, he removes my pants and orders me to bend my knees up and out. I can’t hold them for him but use my core to stabilize my body into a curled position.

He cracks open the bottle of lube, and I grunt in frustration.

“Dyl, I cannot take you without lube.”

My lips form a thin line, and he traces them with the tip of his finger.

“I promise you this: at the end of the season, I will take you with only our spit as lube. I will fuck you so many times you will beg me to stop andyou will sleep on an ice pack. But not while we are in season.” He lines himself up and teases my hole with his cock.

“On the same day our season ends. No matter where we are or the circumstances,” I huff.

He enters my body in one smooth stroke. “Deal.”

I cry out when he agrees, surrendering to him. He alternates his speed, keeping my body on edge in the best way possible. Grinding his hips, he fills me until I’m so full it’s hard to breathe. I can’t find leverage, but I rock greedily and tighten my inner muscles, and he rewards me with his own lion roar.

He whispers in Swedish, lovingly kissing me and running his fingers through my hair.

“I’m close,” I gasp, and he closes his fist around my cock. Two strokes and I spill between us. Lars lifts my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he drives balls deep, and his warm release fills me. His cum sets off tremors, another wave of euphoria in my brain.

He collapses on me, his lips at my throat as he works the eye mask up to my forehead, revealing his bottomless blue eyes telling me how loved I am.

“I need you,” I blurt out and regret the anguish in my voice.

“I am not going anywhere.” He undoes the pink silk tie from my bound wrists and loops it around his neck. “I am wearing this tie to our next game, and you will know I love you and want you.”

The reckless side of me loves that he’s going to wear the tie in public and hopes it has a spot of cum on it. But I still feel unsettled, hating we aren’t telling the world about us. I hope he marked me with physical evidence of our love.

Lars takes my chin in hand so our eyes lock. “You long for stability. Your family never gave you that, and our job offers little beyond our current contract. Even then, there are variables that can change overnight. But I will not leave you. My heart has been yours for so long it would be hard to survive without you.” The intensity in his eyes loosens the fear I didn’t know crushed my chest.

“We can tell our families and friends or the world we are together. If you need it, that is what we will do,” he offers softly.

I swallow hard. He would prefer not to make a scene during the season. “What if we live our life as usual but don’t comment? If they see us touch or give each other googly eyes, we just stay silent.”

“Googly eyes?” Lars laughs and the seriousness fades.

I widen my eyes as much as possible and bat my eyelashes at him. “Googly eyes.”

“Is that sexy to you Americans?” He pokes me in the ribs and kisses me. “We can do that. I’m not hiding you or how important you are to me to make other people comfortable.”

No matter what happens, I want Lars by my side.

Chapter 38

Lars

“When will you make an announcement?” my father asks.

The conversation with my parents goes better than I expect when I tell them I am in love with Dylon. My mother cries about grandchildren but is more concerned about what will happen with our contracts and if the sport we love will separate us. My father says he expects me to bring Dylon to Sweden for a formal introduction as my boyfriend.

“Pappa, I do not know. We have told our teammates and the Enforcers organization but are not planning an official statement.”

“You should not have to. It is no one’s business but your own.” On the screen, my mamma crosses her arms and scowls. Swedes believe in keeping our private business to ourselves.

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