Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
RHODES
Sixteen years later
Scratching my stomach, I yawn as I walk through the apartment I share with my best friend. We’re off for a couple of days before we’re on the road again. This time, we’ll be headed for Minnesota.
“As much as I love your ass in that thong, it’s making me want to fuck it,” Skylar growls. “Once I start, I won’t want to stop, and we have a charity event to attend tonight.”
Groaning, I pull my ratty tank top up higher to give Skylar a better look at my cock. I believe in only the best for myself, so I’m wearing a silk and lace thong. It gives my cock a nice place to chill, and the thong doesn’t chafe the way others do.
I swear, I could teach a fucking class on good lingerie and the dangers of a chafed asshole. Make sure the part going up your ass is decent quality, friends.
“It’s not my fault that you love it so much when I prance around in my comfy clothes, Sky,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Yes,” Skylar growls, reaching up from the couch to grab my ear. “It is.”
Pulling hard on my ear, he makes me scream and bend down until he can reach my dark hair.
He moves me so I’m stretched over his sexy thighs on my stomach, his elbow grinding into my back to hold me still while he continues to fist my hair.
I know I’m making him pissed, yet I still preen and arch my back, wiggling my ass at him.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” he growls.
“And?” I ask, chuckling. “Are you going to tan my ass and force me to wear a plug all night?”
This may be a scenario that’s happened a few times in our relationship. We’ve known each other for at least ten years, which also means that I know how to fuck with him so I’ll get fucked.
“You like it too much,” he mutters, pinching my ass instead.
“Fuck!” I hiss, whimpering when he does it again and again. I have several welts on my ass soon, tears wetting my eyes as I wriggle trying to get free.
Skylar refuses to let go, his foot shoving my feet so that I’m imbalanced.
“What’s the matter?” he coos, his fingers tangling in my panties before he pulls them down to expose my asshole to the cool air.
I can’t stop panting as I gasp for breath, knowing he’s going to torture me.
“You’re…mean,” I gasp.
“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.
We’ve been in Los Angeles for long enough. I think it’s time for a change. The team has treated us well, but we’ve never felt cohesive. We’re looking for a more long term solution, however anything can change in hockey.
The warm water feels really good once I’m inside the shower, our clothing left on the bathroom floor to deal with later. Sky and I can be messy at times, yet we always manage to pull it together once it begins to annoy us.
A forgotten pair of pants or socks aren’t going to affect either of us.
Skylar washes my hair and body, and I groan at how good it feels. I don’t want to go to this event. I’d much rather cuddle in bed.
“I’ll make you coffee and an English muffin sandwich while you get ready,” he says, attempting to bribe me.
I hate that my stomach rumbles, reminding me that I skipped lunch.
“Two sandwiches,” he quickly says, making me grin. “You need to remember to eat instead of being a little cock tease.”
“There’s nothing little about me,” I remind him, smirking as he washes my cock.
It perks up from his hand touching it, and he rolls his eyes.
“You’re not wrong,” he mutters. “Off you go. Get a head start and I’ll be out soon.”
I do take longer than he does. Fisting his bright red hair, I angle his head the way I want it before I devour his lips. Skylar groans as his arms wrap around me before nipping at my lips.
“Make sure to stretch your hole with the plug because I plan to fuck you into the mattress after this thing,” he grunts, turning my body and pushing me gently toward the door.
Sighing, I yawn loudly as I grab my towel as I step out of the shower.
My routine of body oil, face care, and blow drying my hair eats up the time it takes for Skylar to finish his supper and brush his teeth.
His eyes heat as I lube up my fingers and begin to fuck my ass with them, but he continues to the bedroom to get dressed instead.
Ugh. I guess seducing him back into bed is going to be a bust. The new buttplug is larger than my normal, and my face turns red as I work it inside of me. I’m breathing hard again once I finish, and Skylar calls out to me from the bedroom that my coffee is ready.
Fuck, time is never on my side when I want it to be. I make sure to wash my hands thoroughly before drying them quickly and rushing for my coffee. The caffeine is a welcome shock to my system, and I begin stalking toward my closet as I carefully pull together my outfit.
A bright blue pair of silk panties to cup my ass feels good on my skin after the spanking.
It’s going to be difficult to sit for a while, but I’ll never regret anything I do with Skylar.
Next, I pull on a pair of black pants, black shirt, and then a corset vest because it’s the most comfortable and his favorite.
I am a bit of an emo kid at heart, and black on black will always make me happy. The corset vest is loose so I can eat, and Skylar comes in with my food as I finish dressing.
“I’ll help you finish tying it when you’re done eating,” he says.
My moans of pleasure as I eat are very similar to my sex noises, which is another reason why Skylar likes to feed me before we go out. He doesn’t like anyone else to hear those noises.
He’s possessive, and we’ve discussed our relationship at length. The only way that we’d add anyone to our current dynamic is if the other person was an omega. Not everyone can handle how hectic our lives are, and puck chasers get boring pretty quickly.
They’d be great for a meaningless fuck, but that’s not what Skylar and I want. We got together while we were rookies on the ice. Once I saw Sky, everyone else faded away.
Sky adjusts his erection in his pants with a grunt as he watches me, his blue eyes taking in my clothing choices.
“You look really fucking good,” he admits.
Ugh, has he looked in a mirror yet? His blue suit makes his eyes pop, and he’s the light to my darkness. His freckles over the bridge of his nose make me want to strip him of his suit so I can kiss them in bed, exploring his body until I’m able to find every single one.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he groans. The air is thickening with our scents and I breathe them in with a small sigh of contentment.
Pineapple and rosemary are two scents together that will always make me think of fucking. I don’t make the rules, I simply follow whichever one I feel like making up.
“I can’t help it,” I admit. “Be prepared for lots of those looks because my ass is sore and stretched. Help me with my corset so I can finish up.”
“We have to stay for at least two hours,” he warns me, motioning for me to stand so he can tighten the corset and tie my laces.
“I know,” I groan, leaving him to pull on my coat and put my shoes on.
Skylar smirks as he takes my dishes to clean, and I disappear into the bathroom to brush my teeth. My lips twist as I take in my appearance, and I have to admit that I look good once I’m done. Grabbing an eyebrow gel that I keep for events, I run the brush through to fix my eyebrows.
“Stop primping, you’re gorgeous!” Skylar yells, making me shrug as I put away the gel.
Who am I to argue with that? Turning out the lights, I walk through the bedroom to grab my phone before meeting Sky in the living room.
“Alright,” I sigh. “Let’s do this.”
“You sound like you’re off to a firing squad,” he chuckles, his arm threading through the crook of my elbow to drag me off.
I mean, it kind of feels like it. I love a crowd, but I hate when I’m treated like eye candy. I’ll be much happier when we get to go home.
“Promise me orgasms, and I’ll be happy,” I reply. “I won’t even pout that much.”
“Be a good little goalie, and I’ll fuck you till you pass out, and keep fucking that slutty little pussy until you wake up,” he says instead.
My cock stirs in excitement while my asshole tightens against the plug, making me moan softly.
“You’re so easy to please,” Skylar teases me as we get into the elevator.
Of course I am. I don’t need much, not as long as I have him.