“Drop the attitude, Zoe or I’ll make you beg while it drips out of you.”
Maybe I should leave her tied up longer.
“Get fucked,” she snarls.
Okay, now I’m getting pissed.
“It seems like you learned nothing,” I growl, untying her wrists. As soon as she’s free, I crouch down and hoist her over my shoulder.
She punches my back, screaming and hollering, but there is no one here but me. She can scream her heart’s content. As a matter of fact, I want her to until her throat becomes raw andachy. Until she’s got nothing left in her. I want to break her and slowly put her back together, one piece at a time.
“Put me down! What the hell is the matter with you?”
Without acknowledging her, I swiftly enter the locker room, ensuring that I lock the door behind me. Making a beeline for the showers, I am immediately greeted by the humid air, which is filled with the lingering scents of sweat, leather, and equipment from the post-practice showers. Apart from that, the room remains perfectly silent, as everyone else has already left.
It’s just the two of us with nothing but time.
Hours upon hours of torture.
And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.
16
ZOE
“I need to come,” I cry out. I’m losing my mind from the last few hours…days? I’m not sure anymore. I’m losing grip on reality at this point. I feel like I’ve endured weeks of torture.
I need to fucking come.
After being imprisoned for hours, Dominik effortlessly picked me up like I was as light as a blanket and brought me inside the locker room. He placed me on a bench and tore my clothes in two as the showers ran in the background, filling the air with steam.
I wanted to put up a fight, pretend I was mad at the display of control he was forcing on me, but I had showed up at the arena wearing Noa’s jersey, hoping for exactly this type of reaction. I’d known Dominik wouldn’t have been able to let it slide. That he would want to make me pay for disobeying him.
I would do it again.
I’m dying to come, but I’m not sorry.
No other man has ever been able to make me feel the things Dominik has with just a single touch. It’s intoxicating. I would feel ashamed, maybe even guilty, but I’m over all of that. I don’t think about anything else when he’s touching me like this. I’ve been craving this type of torture for years, only dreamt about itand never thought I’d experience it again…not after that night in Boston.
Dominik has been getting off on slowly torturing me for hours now.
As soon as we stepped inside the locker room, he shoved me down on a bench, tore off my clothes, then took the blunt edge of his skate and traced the cold metal all over my body, in between my breasts and down my stomach. His breath was hot against my skin as he bent down, staring up at me as the tip of his tongue grazed my clit. I bucked hard, my body giving me away all on its own. He’s made a game out of edging me and taking back his power. Not letting me come as he plays with my body like I’m a brand new toy he wants to explore.
Then, he secured my wrists together with tape, retrieved an object from the locker room to clamp my nipples, and started a prolonged edging session that has probably lasted for hours. Driving me to the edge of insanity with his fingers, tongue, and the head of his pierced cock.
This last round, I started vibrating, a hairline away from orgasm, when he stopped, towering above me as he started stroking himself until he came all over my face and chest. Watching Dominik swirl his fingers in his own cum before shoving them into my mouth might have been the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed.
I sucked all of it off, hoping that would be enough to earn my release. But it didn’t, and now he’s dragging his fingers through what’s left of it, tracing down my stomach and using it to circle my overly sensitive clit.
“Please, Dominik. Please,” I finally beg.
“Do you know what type of restraint it takes to stand here and not have my way with you? To not bury my cock deep inside you, where it belongs? Do you think I like this?”
He’s looming over me, naked from the bottom down and in nothing but a white t-shirt.
“I think you love this,” I groan, glaring down at his fingers as my mouth waters, watching his cock get hard again. He just came, and he’s already recovering, ready for more.
“You’re right. I do.” Dominik smiles, gripping my hair and kissing me wildly. He pulls me up, his fingers digging into my thighs as he carries us toward the shower. I’m ravenous, my nails digging into my binds as I match his intensity. Hopeful it’ll make him want to finally have me. I’m desperate for a new type of punishment.
