Chapter 10 #2
Most of the team is gone as I walk gingerly to the showers.
I can hear the rest of our support team clear out as I wash my body, and I’m glad I’m alone now.
I allow myself to make as much noise as I need to in the shower, and decide I’m glad the main bedroom has an attached bathroom with a jetted bathtub.
I’m going to fucking need to load that bitch up with Epsom salt and hope I won’t drown in it.
My towel is loosely around my hips as I leave the showers, and my brow raises as I see Koen and Rhodes waiting for me.
“How was the press?” I ask, dropping my towel as I walk toward my cubby.
“Fine. They wanted to congratulate Koen and I for the game, though you’re more to thank than I am,” Rhodes grumbles.
“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 pain makes 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.”
His strangled words don’t make it out as I push my cock down his throat. My fingers fist his hair again to get the right angle, making him look like a supplicant worshipping me on his knees.
Fuck, I really love that visual.
“I take my responsibilities and the roles I take on very seriously,” I growl, my breaths coming faster as I fuck his throat.
“Goddamn, do you look pretty taking my dick. Swallow around me, remember that your gag reflex is warning you to relax your throat for me. Atta boy. Let me use your tight hole.”
Koen groans, his pupils slowly blowing out. I’m not sure if he’ll hate me after this, but I can’t make myself stop.
“Mmm, so damn good. Will you suck on my knot?” I ask, gauging how he’s feeling.
His scent is full of sweetness, and all I can smell is his slick. I still want to make sure he’s fully into this instead of just his designation turning him into an eager little cock slut.
Fear slides into his gaze but he opens wider for me to press my knot between his lips.
There’s saliva that begins to slide down his chin as he drools, and while I want to drop my head back and lose myself to his wet, hot, mouth, I can’t.
I don’t want to hurt him, and I also can’t let myself knot his mouth.
There’s so many things I need to work up to, but I’m perfectly alright with that. Forcing Koen’s hand seems to be a running theme, I just can’t stop. Cock cuddles, retraining him to accept self care and adoration, these are all necessary things to being in a relationship with Rhodes and I.
Our omega isn’t meek, and I hate that someone made him like this. Whoever did this, will be getting a visit from Rhodes and I.
“Suck,” I groan, my lids heavy as I rock my knot between Koen’s lips.
His tongue drags along my shaft with each thrust, and his cheekbones are highly prominent as he hollows his cheeks to suck hard. I don’t want to know who taught him how to suck cock, but he is magnificent.
“God, I swear it’s like you send out a Bat-Signal to other teams that you’re the whole ass problem,” I growl, my hips continuing to do their job to make Koen work for my cum. “So you’ll be the golden boy captain for them, and my dirty little whore here.”
Koen groans as he sucks, drools, and strains against his bonds as I force him to take my cock. I push my knot a little further in, and I can feel his teeth graze me.
“Fuck, feel free to use teeth, baby boy. I can assure you, I’ll like it,” I growl.
Koen whimpers in reply, and I revel in his little sounds until I can feel that I’m close.
“I’m going to give you my cum, baby,” I gasp. “First, here’s a little lesson. You know you don’t have to breathe to suck my cock, right?”
There’s confusion in his eyes, yet he’s barely getting much oxygen with my cock blocking his airway as it is.
My slight thrusts allow him to sip air, but it’s not more than that.
My fingers remain in his hair as I wrap my hand around his throat and squeeze.
Koen’s scent explodes around me and I nearly lose the tiny bit of control I’m holding onto.
Fuck, I wonder if he’s going to go into heat soon, because he nearly sent me into a goddamned rut. Holy shit. We may need to have a conversation soon. I’ll have Rhodes go shopping with him tomorrow while I start buying things for his nest.
I hate that he’s not further into accepting us. If he was, we’d be able to shop together to decorate his nest. Stubborn, broken, boy.
My thumb caresses his pounding pulse before my fingers ghost up his skin to pinch his nostrils shut. I ride his bucking face as his throat gets so tight it takes my breath away.
“Fuck yes. Don’t swallow it all,” I growl. “Don’t be selfish.”
Rhodes snuck back while I’ve been fucking Koen’s face, and he takes his dick out to lazily fist it. I think I may have him cage his fat cock very soon in the future. My vision goes dark at the thought, and Koen’s body convulses once before I release his nostrils.
We’re both breathing hard for different reasons as I pull out of his mouth, and Koen begins to yell at me.
“Fucking dick,” he rasps. “What the fuck are you thinking.”
“Sky was thinking that you need to know that’s the tamest thing he’ll do to you,” Rhodes purrs, his heavy footsteps moving toward him. “Did you like sucking Daddy’s cock?”
“I’m not calling him that,” Koen says, though his cheeks are pink.
“As long as you know exactly who is in charge, neither of us care. Let me see your tongue. Did you leave me any?” Rhodes asks, biting his bottom lip.
Koen’s almost forgotten he’s tied up, because he doesn’t try to pull at his binds anymore. Instead, he drops his head back as I begin to get dressed and shows Rhodes his tongue. The white, thick threads of my cum coat it, and Rhodes groans as he slaps his cock on Koen’s tongue to smear it.
I groan as Koen perfumes again, and I decide to make sure that I turn on the ventilation system before we leave. No one gets to smell him like this but us.
Rhodes’ precum joins my cum on Koen’s tongue, and his fingers hold his chin tightly as he smiles viciously at him.
“Clean up on Aisle Omega,” he murmurs, moving his cock away until it presses against Koen’s cheek.
Holding our omega’s mouth, Rhodes spits a long string of fluid into it. Following it down, he fuses his mouth to Koen’s in a messy kiss that has my own scent thickening in desire. I don’t think my cock will ever go soft between the two of them.
I keep fumbling the buttons on my shirt as I watch them, and Rhodes licks the tip of Koen’s nose just to be an ass.
“You’re such a gorgeous mess,” he murmurs. “You still need a copy of the keys to the house, don’t you?”
“I don’t live there,” Koen says immediately.
“You do until at least the end of the season,” I interject, my fingers a little more sure as I finish fixing my shirt.
My suit jacket is next, and I smirk as I enjoy Koen on his knees.
“Coach said he’d fine you if you move out,” Rhodes adds.
He didn’t actually say that, but Coach Weightman believes one of his star players is in danger, so he’ll back up Rhodes’ words if necessary. I still side eye him for lying, even if it’s necessary.
“You may as well stop fighting it,” I say, watching as Rhodes puts his keychain with the house keys into Koen’s pocket. “Fate and the team are shipping us.”
Grabbing a new towel, I clean up Koen’s face as he glares at me, but all I can do is grin happily.
Two easy tugs release the knots that are keeping Koen as my slutty captive, and I pretend to walk leisurely toward the exit. In reality, I’m almost running because my sour patch kid could blow up for forcing him to submit.
“You’re not fooling anyone,” Koen yells as I hit the button for the vents to move the air in the room.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say under my breath as I leave the locker room.
My tie is draped around my neck sloppily because I didn’t have time to fix it, and I’m glad I had the forethought to put my shoes on after I put my pants on. Ugh, Koen has me wrapped around his finger, he just doesn’t realize it yet.
“That was interesting,” Rhodes says softly as we walk.
“Fuck, there’s Edna,” I sigh. Smiling at her as we walk closer, I silently beg the universe for her to continue walking past us.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t.
“Oh good! You’re still here,” she says happily. “I know you’re ready to go home, but I wanted to make a suggestion about your image.”
“Whose?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at Rhodes. “It better be mine because Rhodes is perfect.”
Rhodes’ big emotions to the team’s questions about his corset and women’s panties are still following me. No one better have shit to say about it.
“It is yours,” Edna reassures me quickly. “The goalie is always perfect.”
Damn skippy he is.
“I was actually thinking that you and Koen could do a little volunteering together. Bruisers on the ice, but sweet off,” she continues. “We can get some photos of you playing with puppies and cats, and then the following week you can offer skating lessons with kids.”
“I mean, I’d do that anyway,” I say with a shrug. “It’s really not a hardship. Is it, Koen?”
The omega is trying to walk past us quickly, but I’m not letting him go that easily. He also needs to hear it directly from Edna or he won’t believe it. I need to spend lots of time with him so I can convince him that we’re good together.
“What?” Koen asks, nearly tripping over his feet in his hurry to leave.
“I want you to do some volunteer work with Skylar,” Edna patiently explains. “You have some time in your schedule on Thursday. I was thinking we can get some good press for you to show you’re not as scary as you come off.”
“I’m not scary. Why does everyone say that?” he complains.
Edna simply shrugs, smothering a smile. “I have no idea. I’ll send you the information of where to go and when to your email. Great game tonight!”
“Ah, thanks,” he says, appearing stunned.
Rhodes throws his arm around Koen as he pushes him into motion and we’re headed toward the exit.
“What the fuck just happened?” Koen asks weakly.
“You’re going to bed with a belly full of cum and a date with me,” I tell him, grinning like an idiot. “Aren’t you a lucky little omega?”
“Somehow, I think our definitions of ‘lucky’ are very different,” he mutters, pushing Rhodes' arm off him as he heads toward his car.
“It’s probably pushing my luck if we slash his tires, huh?” Rhodes asks sadly as he walk toward our jeep.
“Oh yeah,” I snort, my hand on his back to keep him from going through with it. “I want Koen to sleep in our bed. How about you focus on that, baby?”
Rhodes’ head bobs in agreement, already thinking about how to make that happen. Koen is probably less likely to go as willingly as he did earlier.
“Bet,” he murmurs. “I can make that happen.”
You can run for now, Little Omega, but it won’t be far.