Page 67 of Power Play
Suddenly, my entire body exists only to obey him.
I turn towards him and drop to my knees.
I need this. I need Scott's brand of love. I need to be told what to do, so my mind can quiet.
"Open your mouth."
So, I do.
He gathers spit in his mouth before leaning forward and letting it dribble into mine.
"Good fuck toys swallow when they're told."
I close my eyes and revel in the way my body relaxes beneath his words.
"Oh, fuck." Garrett whispers, as he covers his crotch with both hands.
"I'm not afraid to hit you, Coach," Ben growls.
My eyes shoot open and dart between the men. I don't want to be the cause of tension or anger between them. Ben looks like he's on the verge of losing control. I've never seen him so angry. His fists are clenched, his jaw is tight like he's grinding his molars.
Dread sits heavy in my stomach. This won't work. They won't share me. Ben will never accept the kind of degradation that Scott and I enjoy. He'll never be able to see me as anything other than his precious Lacey. My eyes fall to the floor as I try to blink back the tears that threaten. I’m so emotional these days.
Scott sighs, annoyed that he’s been pulled out of the role. "I don't do it for me. I do it for her."
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. All I want to do is cry. Hide away in my own room and cry. This is a disaster. I thought we could do this. But I was wrong.
Crying on my wedding night. Doesn't that just fit? To think I could have it all, only for it to be taken away from me again.
After a beat of tense silence, he continues.
"Do you know why I call her my fuck toy? My slut?" He grinds out, holding my face in his hand, forcing my face up to look at him.
Silence follows.
"Because nobody cares about fuck toys. Fuck toys don't have jobs to worry about. Or shitty sisters. Or shitty parents."
Yes. Absolutely this. Yes.I've never put words to why I love Scott's degradation before. But he's one thousand percent right. I love being his slut. His fuck toy. Of being nothing but a vessel which he uses to get off.
But I glance at Ben and Garrett. Garrett's eyes are hooded and turned all the way on. Ben still seems wary. But he looks into my eyes and sees something.
I look to Ben. I can see this being an issue for him. He loves me. He worships me. I can totally see how someone else disrespecting me could be an issue.
But he stares at me. And at Scott. I shoot him a pleading glance. 'Please let us have this.'
"I understand if you can't..." I whisper, my voice full of pain and longing.
Ben steps forward. His hands have unclenched, but his face is still clouded. "For you, I'll try."
Instead of waiting, Scott scoops me up and carries me to the bed, tossing me on it roughly.
The boys follow, and suddenly I'm surrounded by three hot, heavy, horny hockey players. And they're all looking at me with varying degrees of hunger.
A shiver works its way up my spine in anticipation.
In a second, they pounce, pulling my shirts, pants, bra and panties off me while I squirm and giggle. Their calloused hands grazing my sensitive skin.
Scott lies on the mattress next to me, pulling me up by my hips and tossing me over his face. I fall forward, bracing myself on my hands as my knees hit the mattress on either side of Scott's face.
