“Are you going to punish me?” Zoe mocks.
As I gaze into her eyes, I desperately search for even the slightest trace of remorse or regret. Yet all I find is a fierce defiance, a stubbornness that mirrors my own. Anger and frustration blend within me, causing my hold on her to tighten.
“You’re going to wish that’s all I was doing.”
Zoe’s expression flickers with a hint of curiosity. I release my grip slightly, allowing her a moment to absorb my words as I take a step back and grab the bottom of her jersey. I pull it off her body, observing her flustered expression as her gorgeous, golden curls cascade around her shoulders. She’s dressed in a white t-shirt, and it doesn’t seem like the temperature will rise in here anytime soon.
I grasp the neckline of Noa’s jersey and pull it down toward my skate. With force, I tear through the fabric and rip the rest with my bare hands. I then grab Zoe’s wrists and press them together to bind her, making sure she can’t escape.
Her brows furrow, but she doesn’t put up a fight. “What are you doing? You can’t keep me locked up in here.”
A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “I sure can. Just until I finish working and am ready to deal with you properly.”
Zoe’s voice fades away, her expression shifting and her previous bratty attitude deflating as she realizes what’s about to happen.
I pull her toward a metal shelf and secure the jersey material around it, trapping her inside this closet.
“You’re crazy,” she says, fighting to get free, but I’m already done. I test the resistance, and she’s not going anywhere, not in the next two hours anyway.
“You can stay here and think about the consequences of being a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get rewarded. They get punished. Hard.”
I kiss her feverishly, biting down on her lower lip and pulling on the flesh as I stare down at her. Gripping the stitching on Noa’s number, I tear off the fabric and shove it inside her mouth, silencing her. Her shocked expression and muffled noises rush straight to my cock. Spotting some hockey tape, I decide to use it to secure the gag, ensuring she can’t spit it out. I’m careful with the placement, not wanting to catch her hair or cause her extra pain later when I pull it off. Ignoring her pleas, I leave and shut the door behind me. Readjusting my erection, I make my way to the rink, hoping no one will question why my supposed girlfriend is suddenly missing.
I makesure everyone is gone and the facility staff aren’t around when I finally head toward the supply room. I have no idea how Zoe is doing or how pissed she’s going to be with me when I walk through the door. All I know is she’s going to be inside that closet, bound to that shelf, and hopefully still gagged.
I wish I had a toy with me. I would have used it to tease her for hours until she was a weeping mess, begging me to let her come. She thought she had the upper hand, showing up wearing Noa’s jersey. She might think it’s payback. But I see it for exactly what it is. Another test.
She’s trying to get me to leave. Attempting to push me away, hoping that I will disappear just so she can validate her belief that she was right all along. She convinces herself that she doesn’t deserve anyone’s effort or the fight to stay. This is her way of protecting herself and preventing the possibility of falling in love or getting hurt.
But that couldn’t be further than the truth. Zoe deserves far better than the unfavorable circumstances she was dealt. Her parents, who are beyond neglectful, never taught her the true meaning of unconditional love. In fact, they worsened the situation by showering their love upon Aaron, causing Zoe to witness everything she ached for, but they made her believe she didn’t deserve it. What kind of heartless sociopaths would punish a child for merely existing?
She can be a brat all she likes. I meant what I said to her at the hotel: there is no escaping us.
This.
Me.
I’m not going anywhere. And if she needs time and sexual torture to get that through her head, then so be it. I’ve got nothing but time.
Approaching the door, I realize I’m still wearing my hockey gear. The closet seems eerily quiet, making me wonder if she managed to escape. Perhaps someone heard her cries and came to her rescue. But as soon as I open the door, there she is, leaning against the back wall. Her shoulders are slumped, and the gag is still in place. Squinting, she looks up at me, appearing fragile for a second before her fierce mask slips back into place.
I’ve never fucked anyone in the locker room before, but it’s always been a fantasy of mine. I’ve wondered what Zoe would look like naked, lying on the wooden bench by the showers, her perfect body wet and glistening as I kneel between her legs. Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
Good thing we have all night. But even if she starts behaving now, she’s not getting any pleasure tonight.
I’m taming her brat. I’m going to gradually wear her down until she becomes a trembling, tearful wreck, desperately pleading for me to stop.
Zoe groans, making half-assed attempts to get herself out of the restraints, but if she hasn’t been able to do it in the last couple of hours while I finished practice, what chance does she have now? I bet she’s tired and sore, dying to be set free.
“Did you enjoy your alone time?”
She glares at me, muttering incomprehensible words. Her cheeks are flushed, and she breathes heavily as I approach her. Carefully, I remove the tape and take out the gag. She swallows a few times, her lips looking dry. Gripping her face, I lean down to kiss her hard. With no hesitation, she bites the corner of my lip, making me laugh.
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
I shrug. “But I’m the asshole who’s going to untie you, so I’d be nicer if I were you. Especially after the stunt you pulled earlier.”
“That didn’t merit all this,” she says, lifting up her knee and trying to kick me in the balls, but I block her with my thigh.
