“Whatever. How many pucks did you stop?” I ask. Rhodes makes a face as I roll my eyes. “Exactly. Give me a second with Koen?”
“Ugh. I don’t like to be left out,” he pouts, but walks toward the door anyway.
“Wait, what’s happening?” Koen asks with wide eyes. “Rhodes dragged me back to check on you. You’re obviously fine?—”
“Aww, were you worried?” I ask, grabbing his wrist and yanking him closer.
“Nope,” he says, looking for escape. I can tell it’s in that way he knows he’s not supposed to be alone with me. Ooh, I wonder why.
“You were a bad boy, remember?” I ask. “Roommate code says that I get to collect whenever I want. Daddy says it’s time.”
“What exactly do you think I did?” he asks.
“Really, Mr. Bossypants? Are we going to play this game?” I ask, answering a question with a question.
He needs to understand his place is with us. I don’t want him scared, I want him to want Rhodes and I. Therefore, he needs a taste of what it could be like to be together. He was intrigued by my little show with Rhodes this morning in the kitchen.
I need to know what he can handle. He’s always running scared, but do his alphas actually scare him? Or do we entice him?
I have so many questions. Fuck.
I casually sweep Koen’s feet from underneath him, reaching for my tie as I do so. My fingers sink into his hair as my cock bobs in his face, and my nostrils flare as he perfumes for me.
“Fuck, please tell me your asshole is slicking for me,” I groan. “I don’t want it yet, but I do enjoy knowing that you want me.”
“Why would I want a twunt like you?” he asks. I can tell he doesn’t mean it, and I bend down to kiss his lips to distract him.
My hands run down the skin of his arms before I begin to tie his hands in front of him, yanking them over his head as I stand.
“What? How?”
I think I’m slowly wearing him down. At least, that’s what I choose to believe as I thread the loop I’ve created in my tie over the hook in my cubby and pull it tightly. It’s there so I can hang my things up, but I enjoy my new use for it so much more.
“I’m not a dumb jock, baby boy,” I growl. “I know how to get what I want, and I’m patient enough to wear you down. Now, ask Daddy nicely what your punishment is?”
My fingers move back to his hair and I pull hard enough to get him to drop his head back to look up at me. His hiss of painmakes my dick twitch again, and I smirk at how good he looks on his knees for me.
“You need to learn that you don’t have to be in control all of the time,” I croon. “It’s okay to lean on others, and relax a little so I can take the burden of your troubles.”
“I barely know you,” he whispers.
“We should fix that,” I decide, moving nearer to him so that my legs are between his knees.
I’m as close as I can get since I’m almost straddling his face. My dick rubs against his cheek as I smirk, ready to show him how good we could be.
“Be a good boy and open your mouth,” I insist, my hand beginning to pump the base of my cock. “One way or another, you’ll be tasting my cum tonight. You need to learn the value of offering and receiving self care.”
His eyes remain on the hand fisting my cock, and his chest heaves with desire. There’s no fear, just concern and worry that he wants me too.
I can work with that. I’ve ruined his apartment, I’m not above kidnapping him as soon as it’s acceptable.
“I like the chase, Little Viking. You’re just prolonging the inevitable. You scored the winning goal, you get to choose if this is a punishment for scaring the fuck out of me out on the ice or a reward for the win.”
“I didn’t do it alone?—”
His lips split open wide as I shove my cock head between them, and I smirk as I thrust hard into his mouth.
“You did have help,” I agree. “I followed you around, kept you safe, and I still managed to fuck it up.”
