Page 100 of Off-Ice Misconduct
“That’s never good news, McKinnon.”
“Hey, asshole.”
He whacks my shoulder, and I grab his wrist and kiss his knuckles. “Okay, let’s hear it, princess.”
“I think you’re afraid to fuck me.”
The cocky little shit is a smart one. “I’m not?—”
“Go ahead, lie to my face.”
I huff. “I’m not your usual either. This is just a trial run for you; for me, it’s who I am. I couldn’t … fuck … if you’re a toppy-type McKinnon, I don’t swing that way at all. I don’t want to get my heart broken.”
Especially now that I’ve discovered I have one to break.
“That’s what you’re worried about? Oh, Luke. No. Nuh-uh. Yeah, it began as an exploration, but consider this exploration successful.” He shakes his head. “You didn’t unlock something, you named it. No one’s ever made me feel this way.Never.I’ve never even wanted to be someone’s anything—boyfriend, partner, whatever. I thought I was broken.”
I’d like to believe him. Hell, I know he means it. But I’ve heard these words before. It’s easy to think you’re some kind of way for a few weeks, while it’s fun and new, but after a few months, it gets stale if it’s not the way you’re wired inside. And with someone like me? I become way too fucking much.
My arms tighten around him. This is so fucking stupid. But it’s not just that I want this, it’s that I can’t imagine not having it with Ace. There’s something in him that makes sense to every dark, rigid part of me.
And I’m falling.
Fucking falling.
“Maybe I should see,” he teases, lips brushing my ear. “Top a couple of hotties. Make sure this isn’t a phase.”
“What?” Is he saying what I think he’s fucking saying? My brain inventories every rope, cuff, and restraint I own. I will tie his chaotic ass up if he even breathes like he’s leaving me.
“Yeah. You won’t believe me until I’ve gone back to the way things used to be, so I’ll do that. Several Delta sisters came on to me tonight, plus those two ballsy first years who think I’m a bear or somethin’.”
Know what? Rope and chain won’t be enough. A cage, that’s what I need. One large enough to fit a hockey player and his oversized ego.
“No,” I growl. “Absolutely fucking not.”
I flip him on his back, pinning his wrists above his head at the same time. “These stay here, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he purrs, the brat. He did this on purpose, triggering my possessiveness button. But now that he has, there’s no turning back. He asked for what he’s about to get. He might regret it when he can’t walk tomorrow.
I reach into my drawer for the lube and barely register thesnickof the cap. It’s open and ready for when I need it, but I don’t douse him in lube yet. Instead, I nip at his lace-covered cock with my teeth, enjoying the way he writhes.
“This body is mine, isn’t it, princess?”
“It is. Fucking hell, Daddy. It. Is.”
“Look at you. Desperate for whatever I’ll do to you.”
He moans and whimpers at the same time.
“Must have been hell, all that cock and pussy throwing itself at you tonight, none of it available to your poor, denied cock.” It’s been a week and a half since I last allowed him an orgasm; he must be delirious with need. “And why weren’t you allowed, baby?”
“Because Daddy said so, and I belong to you,” he says.
“That’s right. You only get to use this, to relieve it at my say so. Every part of you belongs to me.”
He pants, cock straining behind the lace. I tease, using the lightest touch to run my fingers over the shaft.
“B-But, also, Luke, they do nothing for me. Not a single fucking thing. All I did was ache for you.”
