Page 36 of Off-Ice Misconduct
Smack!
“Is that how you answer me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he cries. “I’m yours, okay? Fucking yours.” Ace writhes against the thigh he’s bent over.
“You like this, don’t you?” I growl. “The sting, the discipline, knowing you pissed me off enough to come looking for you.”
He whimpers.
“Up, princess.”
Ace is red in the face, like he’s been through a rough hockey practice, lips plump, glistening with saliva, begging to be kissed. But I can’t. My heart’s still racing at a hundred miles a second. Was I really that worried about him? Maybe the better question is,whywas I that worried about him? Ace is a big guy who can look after himself, yet all I wanna do is take care of him. I’m called to, and it’s something beyond my control.
I pull him to my larger body. His head immediately sinks into my chest, arms wrap around me, squeezing. I rest my head into his crown of messy hockey hair, and we inhale each other at the same time.
“You came for me,” he says.
“Of course. I will always come for you.”
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Ace
“You’re in so much fucking trouble,” he growls. Does he know he does that? The growling thing? At first, I didn’t understand that there were words amidst the gruff sounds scraping against his vocal cords. But in just a few short weeks, I’ve become fluent in Luke.
“You just spanked me in an ice arena,” I add, just in case he forgot that part. “What if someone had come in here?”
“Then they would have seen what Daddy does to his little fucking brat when he disobeys me.”
The. Fucking. Shiver.
God, it’s delicious. I want more of that because I must be crazy, but I see no downsides. Right now, I’m pressed against Luke’s warm chest as his arms trap me in place, afraid I’m suddenly gonna disappear on him again.
It was short as far as spankings go—not that I’m an expert—but it’s done something to me. Grounded me. Kinda wish I’d just found him and goaded him into it in the first place, then we could have been atthispart so much sooner. And there’s nodoubt that this part wouldn’t feel as sweet as it does without the spanking part. It’s, like, a whole package or something. I’m such an odd bird.
Whatever.
I’m glued to Luke now, and if he thinks he’s going anywhere for a while, he’s fucking mistaken.
“I should be furious with you,” he murmurs. “I should lock you up and never let you out.”
I rub my face back and forth against his chest, trying to bury myself further into him, rubbing his scent on me. He’s smells so fucking good. Like sweat, and iron, and man. A little patch of dark hair curls over the top of his t-shirt collar.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
Luke’s thick fingers tug at the roots of my hair, cinching tightly, holding me exactly where he wants to keep me.
“Don’t tempt me, princess.”
I lift my head, loving that I have to look up to meet his gaze. He’s still too tense—was he that worried about me?—and his eyes gleam with something too dangerous to be allowed near my fucking fragile heart.
“I—” My voice catches. I swallow. “Are you taking the jacket away?” Not my jacket, butthejacket.
“I thought about it,” he admits, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. Will he kiss me? Please, please, fucking kiss me. “Do you know what it means?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
