Chapter 4
4
Jack
S he’d lied to me.
Stolen from me.
Ran from me.
And now she was trying to find dirt on me. Why else would she have broken into our locker room, and be hovering over my cubby? Aviva had secrets. Before, I’d only wanted to learn them. Now I needed to. To keep myself, my dreams, and my teammates safe.
Vice and Vixen were two black market aphrodisiacs that had flooded college campuses around the country this past year. And while neither I nor my teammates dealt Vice and Vixen, I was the guy who kept an eye on it at Reina and nearby schools for the dynastic family that ran the whole show—the Silvers. Sometimes, my teammates helped out. The police were in the Silvers’ pocket, so there wasn’t much worry there—but if Coach Jensen or the NCAA found out, I could say goodbye to my future .
And Coach would never look at me the same way again. Just the thought of his disappointment made me sick.
If Aviva wasn’t here to steal info for a rival team, then she had to be searching for evidence about Vice and Vixen. And if not that, what could it possibly be? What was her agenda?
This girl who I had wanted so goddamned badly could potentially destroy everything that mattered to me. I had to resist squeezing her throat tighter. I didn’t actually want to kill her, I wanted to find out what it was she was looking for. My baser instincts reared up, dark parts of myself I’d buried. I felt out of control with desire and it scared me. I wanted her, yes: to debase her, humiliate her, show her who was in charge.
What could she possibly be trying to find?
I needed to know. Needed her on her knees in front of me, sobbing, throat sore from my cock, face and tits covered in my come, and then I wanted to tease her and deny her and make her need me so badly, she’d talk.
I’d find out what she was here for, sate my curiosity, protect my team.
And then I’d be done with her. Done with this insane fucking infatuation.
Done with feeling powerless over my feelings for a complete stranger.
Releasing her neck, I started lifting up her shirt, determined to get my eyes and then my mouth and teeth on her tits. She cried out, covering her chest and turning away from me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I caught her hands in one of mine, lifting them up over her head and pressing them back against the locker. “I told you, princess, I’m asking the questions now.”
I worked my free hand up under her shirt, momentarily distracted by the softness of her skin and stomach. She fought me like a bat out of hell, harder than she had when I’d first snuck up behind her, like she would die if I took her top off and saw her tits.
Just how innocent was she?
“Are you a virgin?” I asked casually, as I trailed my fingers upward.
“What does that have to do with anything?” she spat, raising a leg.
I caught the action before she could knee me in the nuts, easily sidestepping her. “Answer the question.”
“No.”
“No, you’re not a virgin, or no, you won’t answer me?”
“None of your business,” she said through gritted teeth.
I hated the idea that she might not be a virgin. That some other man or men had gotten their hands on her, had been inside her. The possibility made me crueler than perhaps I would’ve been otherwise. In punishment, I pinched her nipple, so hard and so tight she shrieked.
The action must have offended her so much, she regained her strength, ripping her wrists out of my hand and slapping me across the face.
“Don’t you fucking touch me,” she gasped.
My right cheek burned where she’d hit me. She was feisty and brave, that was for sure. I tried to get myself under control, tried to think of what Micah or Marcus would say.
Eh, fuck that.
Grabbing her by the arms, I shoved her down so hard, her knees hit the hardwood floor.
“Damn, that sounded painful,” I said. “Now, princess, you’ve got two options. One: You tell me why you stole my wallet and broke into the locker room. Two: I take off your shirt and see what you’re really hiding.” A thought occurred. “ Is it a wire?” It seemed a little absurd, but then so was finding a stranger in my locker room.
“It’s not a wire,” she cried, gripping the bottom of her shirt like it was a lifeline. “Jack, just let me go.”
Why did keeping her shirt on matter so much to her?
I shook my head, annoyed at myself. I wanted to know everything about her, when I shouldn’t care at all. “Talk.”
I watched as she considered it. Whatever she was hiding was almost as important as her secret. Finally, she shook her head.
“I don’t care what you do to me, you asshole. I’m not telling you jack shit,” she said.
“Cute,” I said. “But the next time you open that pretty mouth, it’s either to give me answers, or to take my cock down your tight little throat.” I squeezed her shoulder. “You hear me?”
She glared up at me, but didn’t speak.
That wouldn’t do.
I rubbed my cheek, eyes on the beautiful temptress kneeling in front of me, filled with dark, depraved thoughts. It was as if I were two men: One, completely shocked by my behavior—I should’ve called Coach and reported her, and he’d deal with it. The other, thrilled by what had fallen into my lap. I hated her for trying to fuck with my team, but I also wanted her. She was furious, and stunning, and I was going to do whatever I had to to get my power back.
Everything had been boring. Sex was boring. But this? This was as far from boring as you could get.
I grinned at her, fully aware of how menacing I looked as I slowly unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my cock out.
“Ever seen one this big before, princess? Do you even know what to do with it?”
She glared at me .
I opened my mouth to embarrass her further when I caught her pressing her thighs together.
She was turned on by this. By the humiliation, degradation, forcefulness, and the sight of my cock. She was my perfect girl—and might also be the enemy.
“Time to open up.”
She shook her head, long dark brown hair flying everywhere. I wanted to see those rich brown curls spread across my pillow. For now, I’d content myself with using it as a rope to control her.
In a moment.
“Nowhere to go, no place to hide. Forced to submit to a hockey player you hate and his fat cock. Not much of a fairytale, is it, princess?”
Her eyes were filled with helpless rage.
Cock in one hand, I pinched her nose closed with the other. As I’d expected, her mouth popped open, and I took the opportunity to slide in deep.
“No teeth,” I warned. “Or I’m ripping that shirt off your body, taking photos, and posting them on every social media site I can think of. Now, suck like a good girl.”
She hesitated, like she was considering fighting me again.
“All over social media,” I warned. “I’ll send it to your family, too.”
That must have done it. Staring up at me, eyes wet, mascara running down her face just like I’d imagined, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. It was sloppy, messy. It was obvious she hadn’t had much experience, and that calmed me. Maybe I didn’t have to kill anyone. And her uncertainty and innocence, the heat of her mouth—I reveled in every second.
So did my cock. I had to resist coming immediately, and try not to get lost in the feel of her mouth. Her hopefully innocent, seemingly inexperienced, now-mine mouth.
Pulling back and then thrusting deeper, I hit the opening to her throat. She gagged, and the sensation made me groan.
“Oh, fuck, Aviva, that’s so good.”
Once again, she tried to back up, but she had nowhere to go. I grabbed her hair, twisting it up into a ponytail and using it like reins to direct her mouth where I wanted it, tilting her head back so my cock could slide into her throat.
That felt amazing . She choked as I held myself there, enjoying the feeling of her throat bulging and working my cock as she tried to suck in air.
“I could keep you like this forever,” I mused, my words no more than a growl. “Tie you up here in the locker room, get a ring gag, and use your mouth whenever I wanted. Leave you here for my teammates to find, let them take turns.”
Tears streamed down her face, maybe from my words, maybe from her lack of air. Taking pity on her, I slid back, so it was only my crown between her lips, giving her space to breathe.
She gasped, inhaling before I shoved back into her mouth and throat, holding her in place so she could barely breathe again.
“How about it, Aviva? Want to be my little sex doll forever? You know, you can end this at any moment if you tell me what you’re doing here and what you’re looking to find.”
She tried to say something around my cock, sending shivers up my spine.
Fuck, I was close to coming .
I pulled out again, squeezing the base of my cock to keep myself from finishing too soon.
“What was that, Aviva?”
“Go to fucking hell.”
Damn.
I was annoyed, because I wanted answers, but also impressed. Anyone else would’ve cracked by now. This girl was made of iron and fire.
Part of me was relieved she wasn’t answering me because I wasn’t done playing with her. Cock painfully hard, I released her hair and mouth. Grabbing her around the ribs, I hoisted her up, carrying her backwards toward the bench in the center of the locker room and laying her flat on it. She still fought me, but she was losing steam. I lifted my shirt off my body, satisfied by the way her eyes tracked my stomach, abs, and pecs as they were revealed.
Whipping my shirt around until it resembled a rope, I used it to tie her wrists together, and then tie the ends around the top right leg of the bench, before straddling her legs to keep her from kicking me.
Trapped.
Perfect.
Slowly, carefully, I dragged her skirt down, ensuring maximum humiliation for her. Her breath grew ragged, but she didn’t—couldn’t—stop me. As I pulled them down, I became fixated on her simple black underwear, the dimples in her thighs, the constellation of freckles on her left hip. Barely able to control myself, I inched the tight skirt down, down, down, beyond triumphant when I saw the wet spot darkening her panties.
“This turns you on, princess? Being forced and humiliated? ”
“Why, does it turn you on to force someone half your size?” she spat. “Make you feel big and strong, tough guy?”
But her hips jerked when I rested my palm above her pussy.
Her heat was so incredible, I almost forgot why we were here.
“You know,” I mused, stroking her, satisfaction filling me when she jerked again, “I never thought it would turn me on, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
“Fuck you,” she said again, rage turning her beautiful brown eyes dark.
“Oh, you’re gonna,” I promised her. “Just wait.”
Leaving her skirt to gather between her ankles to help aid in restraining her, I slipped off her panties, down her legs, over one foot and then the other, before balling them up and pocketing them. The idea of gagging her with them was appealing, but I still had a purpose here—torture her into telling me the truth.
Seeing her body stretched out on the bench, her wet, barely touched, rose-pink pussy with its short curls protecting what was inside…fuck. I squeezed the base of my cock again, determined not to come yet. Nah, I was saving that for the finale.
“One more chance, Aviva. Tell me why you’re here.”
”Telling you isn’t going to help, Jack. You’ll hate the truth more than you hate not knowing,” she said.
I almost flinched from her words. I couldn’t imagine anything this girl could know that could be that scary. But a small part of me—the same part that had warned me not to turn around at the party—whispered, don’t let her drop this bomb on you.
I didn’t listen to it .
I was too motherfucking excited about what I was gonna do to her next.
Time to play.