Page 120 of Off-Ice Misconduct
The smile splits his lips, but he schools it quickly, not wanting to let on how much he wants a spanking. “If that’s what you think is best, Daddy.”
Thrusting my pelvis gently, I catch the crease of his ass with my cock. “Know what I think? I think this time a spanking will encourage the behavior I don’t want—you coming home to me, thinking you can ignore me.”
“I fucking knew you were grouchy about that.” This time, he doesn’t hide his smile. “What do you think I need, Daddy?”
“A good, hard, fucking. Kneel on the bed. Show Daddy what’s all his.” I send him off with an additional handprint to his ass. He yelps, but manages to fall gracefully onto the bed, spreadingobscenely wide. He arches his back, a nice concave shape so that his ass is the highest point, ready for my use.
Using my thumbs, I pry his cheeks apart, and then I pour some lube before sliding a finger in, pretending to check everything out.
“You’re nice and tight.”
“Because I’m not being used enough.” He sighs.
Smack!My hand cracks over his bare ass. “Tone down the brattitude, princess.”
I’m in the mood for obedience tonight, and I’m happy to punish him if he steps out of line—we both get off on that shit—but, maybe oddly, we get off on him being good for Daddy, too.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll behave.”
I kneel on the bed behind him. Normally, I’d tease him, bring him to the edge a few times before I allowed him any relief, but I need to be in him tonight. So I slick my straining cock with plenty of lube, pouring a generous amount between his cheeks until it drips onto the bed.
Lining my head with his hole, I rub it over his sensitive pucker until he’s whimpering.
“Luke, please. Fill me. I want to be so full of you.”
I push, just a little. He cries out, and then I back off. I’m gonna stretch him with my cock tonight instead of my fingers. Gotta go slow. Leaning over, I bite gently into the bulk of muscle, marking up Ace’s shoulder with a growl that fades off into a hum. Then I slide my cock through the first ring of muscle.
“Ah!” he breathes, his cry catching on a delicious hiss. “More.”
“Yeah? You need Daddy’s cock, baby?”
“I missed it. Was all I could think about.”
Pulling out again, I slide two fingers in, twisting them, finding his prostate, massaging it. He chokes on a moan, unable to hold still, moving with my motions. I slip my fingers out andtrade them for my cock again, sliding in halfway. Out then more. Out then?—
“Mmmmm,” I moan relief when I’m all the way inside him, his ass clenching around my cock. “That’s right, princess. Keep me inside.”
Biting deeper, I hold him in place with my teeth, thrusting gently. Then harder. When I’m sure he’ll stay put, I release his skin in favor of issuing some orders.
“Don’t you fucking move, Ace. I’ll do all the work. You just keep taking it like a good boy.”
“Please, make it hurt. You know I like to feel you the next day and … and …”
“You’ll feel me till your next game, baby. You’ll be so fucking sore, your cheeks will clench when you see me.”
“Yeeeesss,” he hisses out.
His moans get deeper, desperate. My fingers curl into the flesh of his hips.
“You like when I use you to get off, don’t you? Such a fucking alpha hockey star until you’re on Daddy’s dick. Then you’re just a pretty doll, begging to be fucked.”
“Yes … yes! Just your pretty doll, Daddy. Please, right there.”
I drive into him hard and fast, never giving his prostate a break, barely letting him take a full breath. But he somehow finds the air to beg me. Just stilted words off breathy pants. The noisy slap of our skin, my guttural growls.
No fucking mercy.
“You’re being so good. Bet your cock is hard, isn’t it? Bet you wanna stroke it.”
