My hand clamps his hip, dragging him higher, angling him until I find it—that place inside him that makes his whole body jolt when I grind against it. The second he cries out, I bare my teeth in a grin and slam into him again. And again. And again.
Each thrust lands perfect, ruthless, unrelenting, until his voice climbs higher with every stroke. The sound tears out of him raw, desperate, his back arching hard under my weight.
“That’s it,” I rasp, hips snapping sharp. “Right there, pup. That’s where you give me everything.”
“Captain—fuck—” Elias cries, his hands clawing at the sheets.
“Tell me,” I growl, my thrusts never faltering. “What new tricks are you going to master for me next week?”
“I—” he gasps.
I slam harder. “Say it.”
“Faceoffs!” he cries, his pitch breaking. “I’ll win every one, I swear—I’ll make every fucking draw mine—”
My thrusts grind crueler, each snap of my hips hammering his prostate until he keens. “What else?”
“Penalty kill—fuck—yes—I’ll shut them down, no openings, nothing through me—”
I pound him mercilessly, every cry higher than the last. “And?”
“I’ll score—fuck—I’ll bury it every shift you put me on—I’ll make you proud, sir, just don’t stop—don’t stop—”
I slam deeper, my hand pressing his face harder into the sheets, my other grinding bruises into his hips as I hold him where I want him.
“You’ll learn it all,” I snarl, relentless, “because I’ll make sure of it. I’ll carve every goddamn skill into your body until you’re the best this league’s ever seen. And you’ll do it because you’re my boy.”
“Yes, sir!” he screams, wrecked and shaking under me. “Yours—yours—fuck—I’m yours!”
He’s shaking, wrecked, pitch climbing higher with every thrust I’ve been driving into him—but instead of snapping harder, I drag the rhythm down. Slow. Deliberate. Grinding deep enough that his whole body jolts, but giving him just enough room to gasp for air.
His back bows, his fists clench the sheets tight. “C-Captain—”
“Breathe, Elias.” I fold down over him, chest to his back, weight crushing him into the mattress. “Good boys breathe when I tell them to.”
He drags in a broken inhale, lungs stuttering against me. His body spasms around my cock, oversensitive, every nerve strung tight.
“That’s it.” My mouth brushes the sweat at his temple, my hand sliding up his chest until my palm spreads over hisheart. It’s beating wild—terrified, desperate, alive. “You hear that? You’re still here. Still mine.”
“Y-yes.”
I grind deeper, slow, relentless, my hips circling until his eyes roll back and another helpless sound tears out of him. His body wants to break, but I don’t let him. I hold him right at the edge, forcing his lungs to catch, forcing him to feel every inch of me steady inside him.
“You’re going to make me proud every time you touch the ice,” I rasp, my lips against the corner of his jaw. “Faceoffs, kills, goals—you’ll do it all. Not because I’ll punish you if you fail—” my grip on his chest tightens, “—but because you love giving me everything.”
His voice catches on a laugh, and he nods frantically into the pillow. “I do—I fucking do—”
“Good pup.” My teeth catch his shoulder, not gentle. “My boy.”
He shatters on the praise, his whole body clenching tight around me, his voice breaking into high, wrecked moan as he comes untouched, streaking the sheets beneath us. I hold him through it, slow thrusts grinding every last tremor out of him, my front pressed heavy to his back, my hand still over his racing heart.
His body’s still fluttering around me, clenching in aftershocks, but his mouth doesn’t quit. Never does. Even wrecked, trembling, face buried in the sheets, he’s begging—voice cracked and raw, but sharp enough to slice through my restraint.
“Please, sir—f-finish—I need it, I need you—” His words tumble out shameless, desperate. “Don’t leave me empty, don’t—fuck—fill me, Captain, please, I’ll be so good—so fucking good—”
Christ.
My jaw grinds, teeth bared as I slam in deep again, my hips snapping, brutal. Every thrust wrings another moan out of him, his voice climbing higher, but he keeps begging. Keeps spilling filth against the sheets like it’s prayer.
