“You fucking love it,” he says, flicking my knot to pull out another whimper. “You’re such a badass on the ice, but all mine here. Take your punishment for me like a good boy.”
Fuck.My eyes roll back at his words, and my dick begins to leak. I’m rock hard and my cock is pressed firmly against Sky’s thigh. It would take so little effort to fuck myself on him, but that would get me into more trouble.
No. Instead, I want to see where this leads.
“Arms behind your back, Rhodes,” Skylar says, his voice making me shiver as the vibration slides over my skin. “Grab your elbows. Don’t make me zip tie them like last time.”
Damn, I think I’m in trouble, but I don’t want to be saved. Doing as he commands, I feel the weight of his elbow lift as he releases his grip on my hair. His large hands pull open my ass, and I shiver as I hear him spit twice on my hole.
“Don’t move, and don’t allow it to overflow,” he murmurs.
Fuck! There’s no way I’m going to be able to do that, but that’s not the point. He wants me on edge for whatever is next.
His hand rises and falls on my ass as I drop my head down to rest. Once he starts, I’m fucked.
“What do you say?” Skylar croons, his voice too sweet for what he’s doing.
“Another please, Daddy?” I ask, knowing it’ll fuck with him.
His hand spanks my perky ass twice more, and I cry out as the warmth expands over my skin. Skylar rubs the area hard, not allowing me to go numb. He moves from side to side until I’m screaming out his name. Thank fuck for good insulation or someone would be calling the cops due to how loud I am.
“Shh,” he says, his fingers finally pushing inside my hole. The spit has long since slid down to my knot, and Skylar spits again into my hole as he begins to fuck it with his fingers.
My breaths come faster as the pleasure is forced into me, the pain from the spankings making this almost overwhelming. My groans fill the room as the wet sounds of Skylar’s fingers stretching my hole grow louder.
Who needs entertainment when your lover is this easy to rile up? I certainly don’t.
“Should I let you come?” Skylar growls, his words struggling to cut through the haze of my pleasure.
“Huh?” I gasp. “Please, Sky. I can’t think. Please.”
I can’t pull my words together as his long fingers change their angle and begin to stroke my prostate. I want to release my elbow so badly. I’m not too proud to beg to be fucked, so I grit my teeth together to hold back the words and squeeze my elbows until my fingers turn bloodless.
“I love when you can’t talk,” he admits, chuckling darkly. “If I let you come, I want you to wear my favorite corset under your suit tonight with the new buttplug we bought.”
“Yes,” I moan, his hard thrusts lifting my bottom half as he finger fucks me. “Anything. Please!”
“Such a pretty little slut when you beg for me,” Skylar sighs. “You’re so close, aren’t you? I love that you can come without me touching your dick. Come on, baby. Make a mess for me.”
“Fuck. Sky. Don’t stop,” I keen, the rubbing of his sweatpants the perfect friction for my cock.
I have come without even a whisper of a touch on my dick while Skylar fucks me, but I love when I can writhe like a cat in heat in his lap. He can punish and reward me within minutes of each other, and I’ll happily take whatever he has to give me. My ass glows with heat from his attention, and when he blows on the heated skin, I shudder with a strangled whine.
I’m so wound up, I can feel the pain of my heavy, greedy cock as my toes curl against the carpet. All of my nerve endings are on fire in the best of ways as my orgasm washes over me, and my mouth opens in a silent scream.
“That’s it, baby,” Skylar groans. “Come all over my leg. Use me.”
I’m shuddering as I continue to come. It’s like one long, continuous release, as being spanked is the best kind of foreplay for me. Degrade, praise, and punish me, Daddy.
Skylar helps me into a sitting position so he can hold me, my muscles still twitching as I attempt to get my breathing under control. He kisses my temple and rubs my back, massaging my skin to help me relax for several minutes before picking me up.
I should make him stumble due to my weight and height alone, but it doesn’t even phase Sky. He is in the weight room as much as I am, hits practice with a single minded determination to crush it, and never flinches away from a fight. It’s why he’s such a good D-man.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I trust him to take care of me.
“I’m going to get you in the shower,” he mumbles, continuing to tell me how good I was for him as he walks through our bedroom into the bathroom.
We could have gotten a two bedroom apartment, but neither of us needs the space. We have a huge bed, made sure our closet was big enough for our clothing and shoes, and called it a day. We’re angling to be traded together soon, and our agent is looking to find the most profitable option.
