Chapter Sixteen Skye
Chapter Sixteen
Skye
The buzzer is still ringing in my ears.
Quarterfinals, won.
I shake hands and nod at the media. I say all the right things: “proud of the team,” “short memory,” “one game at a time.” Captain answers that let me remain in control with that many cameras on me.
Inside, I’m vibrating. Not because we won, but because we have four days until the semifinals.
I peel off my gear in the locker room, listening to the hum of my team around me. Everyone is loud and riding high from the win. I let them, they’ve earned it.
I keep my voice steady when I talk. Keep my face neutral.
Broody, they call it. Good. Captains aren’t supposed to look giddy. At least that’s what I was always told by everyone around me.
The second I high-five my team and step into the hallway, something shifts.
Three days before we refocus. Three days before film sessions, structured, skates, and media obligations swallow me whole again.
Three days with Violet.
I shouldn’t be distracted. I know that. The semifinals are four days away, and everything we’ve trained for is sitting right there, waiting.
And still, I can’t wait to see her.
I love the way she looks at me when I’m off the ice. Not like the captain, or like I’m carrying a country on my back. Just… me. Sweaty, bruised, and breathing hard.
She doesn’t flinch at intensity; she steps into it. I guess that comes with being a surgeon. She has to take on hard cases with a clear head, and that’s exactly how I feel Violet handles things. At least outside the bedroom.
Getting to watch her go down on me last night was one of the best things I’ve ever experienced, aside from my hockey career. But they’re like comparing apples and oranges.
My body shudders at the memory.
Violet was shy at first. But then something inside her snapped.
The way she completely consumed me was something I didn’t see coming.
And for that, I’m grateful. I’m making a quick stop at the Sex Shop near the hotel, and then I’m locking the hotel room door and ignoring everything on the other side of it.
Violet is mine now. And I’m going to make sure she knows that.
“Meatloaf,” I say quietly, and place my makeup brush on the counter.
“Meatloaf,” I repeat moments later, and lift my hands from the sink faucet.
“Meatloaf.” I drop the toy in my hands onto the bed and put my hands up.
I keep repeating Violet’s safe word over and over. Mostly because it’s funny, and her reasoning of “it means I’ll do anything for love, but I won’t do that” had me cackling.
But my other reason for repeating it is that I need to get the feel of it on my tongue. To practice hearing and saying the word, so if she says it, I stop without hesitation.
I slip into something a lot less comfortable and a lot more slutty.
I walk toward the mirror, staring at myself as if prepping for something major. Not that it isn’t, because I care how Violet feels. I care about her.
I care about her.
I repeat that to myself, feeling the relief of admitting it. It’s fantastic to feel that thought course through me.
My reflection is intimidating, even to myself. Bright pink lace thong that stretches up over my hips to a matching pink and black corset. My hair is falling over my shoulders, a little more wavy than normal, but that’s because I used the hotel’s blow dryer after I got out of the shower.
I’m poofy. I think Violet will like it.
This outfit felt almost a little too girly when I was standing in the Sex Shop down the road. But up against my dark complexion and the even darker eye makeup I chose for tonight, I think it’s pretty perfect.
Knock, knock.
My pulse skyrockets, and I wait a minute, hoping Violet remembers she has a key to my room.
I made sure she got one while I was at my game earlier.
Not that I wanted Violet to have to deal with the bozo at the counter, but it was the only way to do it without sliding one under her door in hopes she’d see it.
It only takes a few seconds before I hear the beep of the lock.
“Skye?” Her voice echoes into the massive sitting area of my room.
I’m waiting in the bedroom when she finally makes her way back here, and her mouth drops open as she takes me in.
“Wow,” is all she says as her eyes trail up and down my body. Then, her eyes meet mine, and her mouth clamps shut.
She stands still. Watching me but not speaking. Falling right into character like the good girl she is.
Fuck me. I’m going to lose all control when it comes to her.
I close the distance, circling once, and lean in to inhale her scent. Fresh coconut and vanilla.
Damn.
Put Violet in a spray bottle because this shit is an aphrodisiac.
I grip the waist of her leggings and slide them down her legs. She steps out of them, and I toss them to the side. She regains her statuesque pose.
A smirk tugs at my lips when I take her in. No panties again. I’m going to absolutely wreck her.
Getting back to my feet, I lift her shirt over her head and toss it before unclasping her bra and throwing it over with the rest of her clothing. My motions are slow and filled with intention.
Violet’s curvy body is absolutely gorgeous. Every part of her has me wanting to touch and taste. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
I cross the room to the nightstand, my fingers brushing over cool silicone and polished wood before making a choice.
Turning back to her, I hold up two collars.
One with a long, thin chain attached, and the other a simple leather choker with an O-ring at the front center.
I lock my eyes with hers. She nods once, remaining completely still.
No pet play is one of her rules. But my pulse raced when I saw the checkmark next to collars and bindings.
I'm not sure she understands the meaning behind wearing someone else's collar, but I'll be damned if I don't teach her first-hand.
Gently, I sweep her hair to the side. I can tell she was expecting my lips, and my heart skips a beat at just how eager she is to dive in.
The soft leather of the choker hugs tight to her neck as I clasp it.
“This one you will always wear.” I keep my voice low and final. “Inside the bedroom and out of it. It’s your commitment. Your reminder.”
My thumb toys with the O-ring. Then, I secure the second collar with the chain, letting the metal links run through my palm before giving it a slight tug. “And this one is for tonight.”
With the chain in hand, I lead her to the bed. I point to the nightstand, where two options stare back at her.
“Choose one.”
Her gaze darts to mine, a flash of uncertainty that she swallows. She agreed to this.
She exhales and points to the paddle. I lift it and feel the weight in my grip.
I give her a peck on the cheek. “On the bed.”
She looks scared, but I can also see a gleam in her eye that tells me the curiosity inside her is consuming the fear.
“You have a safe word,” I remind her. “Don’t be afraid to use it. Nod if you understand.”
She nods once, then climbs onto the bed, getting on all fours with her bare ass exposed to me.
I still have the chain in my hand as I climb onto the bed with her, guiding her forward. If I had a strap-on, I’d be in the perfect position to make her scream my name, but that wasn’t something I grabbed for this weekend.
I have too many other things in mind.
Tugging the chain, her head pulls back, and I use my free hand to caress her right ass cheek.
Slap.
She makes a noise that catches me off guard. I expect a whimper or a hiss. But my girl? She actually groans.
It takes everything in me not to respond the same way.
Keep your focus, Skye. Dominate this woman. Make her come so hard you feel it between your own thighs.
Taking a deep breath, I concentrate on Violet's perfectly round ass and lift my hand again.
Slap.
“I’m starting with my bare hands,” I tell her. “I want you to rate each spank.”
She nods once.
Slap.
“Four.” Her voice is strained against the collar.
I grin.
Slap.
“Seven.” The pleasure in her tone is going to have me riding her face before I’m done playing.
SLAP.
“Nine,” she whines, and I swear I see her grinding against the air.
She likes it. Violet enjoys being spanked. You don’t fake that tone, not when there’s a collar around your throat and a horny mistress at your ass.
“Good girl,” I praise, trying to keep my tone level so she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me right now.
I grip the paddle in my hand and rub the wood over her skin.
“Rate the paddle,” I tell her.
Slap.
“Seven.”
I figured it would be higher, but she’s doing so well right now.
SLAP.
She groans and almost falls forward onto the mattress, giving me an idea for our next activity.
“Ten.” She takes a shuttering breathe. “Ten.”
“Safe word?” I ask her as she gets back up onto all fours.
She shakes her head, her ass glowing red from where the paddle made contact.
I rub my hand over the sore spot to comfort her, occasionally moving close to her center and watching her lean into my touch.
“Roll onto your back,” I tell her, keeping hold of the chain as she listens.
She’s exposed to me, and her center is glistening with arousal. She’s going to explode the minute I touch that swollen nub between her thighs, but I’m not ready to let her release yet.
I toss the paddle to the side and straddle her bare stomach before I begin massaging her nipples.
Her breathing grows rapid, so I continue.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” I’m holding on tight to the chain, pulling up as I lean down to meet her mouth.
I don’t know what to do with her. Never in my life did I think I would find someone comfortable doing the things I liked. Wearing the collar I provide to prove she belongs to me.
We took it very slowly the first time we experimented and stuck to simple exercises like sensory play. The following morning after breakfast, I just pleased her with my fingers, my mouth, and a vibrating clamp for her nipples.
This weekend is going to open a whole new world for both of us, and I’m curious to see just how far she’s willing to go.
She loves praise, and I keep that in mind as I shift my body farther up hers.
“You’re going to let me ride that pretty mouth of yours.” I grip the chain, tugging it to the side so it’s not in the way. “You’re going to make me scream your name, Violet. And then I’m going to make you scream mine.”
She waits as I position myself over her mouth, her eyes fixed on mine, and I can tell she’s trying not to smile. She’s ready for me.
“This better not get you off, Baby Girl,” I warn, lowering myself until I feel the warmth of her mouth against me.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling her tongue immediately swirling inside me.
Her mouth is consuming me, and I hardly have time to realize what she’s doing until her hands wrap around my legs, pulling me down so she can devour me.
Unable to stop her, I ride her tongue, letting every part of me shatter over her.
She’s groaning into me, and the vibration on my clit sends me over the edge.
“Fuck yes,” I hiss, reaching down to cup her cheek while she licks. “Fuck yes,” I repeat when her eyes meet mine.
The flush on her face matches mine, though I put on enough makeup that hopefully it doesn’t show.
We’re both panting as I lift myself from her lips and slowly climb down between her body.
I smack her leg and point at her. “You didn’t have permission to hold on to me,” I scold.
Her eyes go wide, but she looks anything but apologetic. I try not to grin.
“You know what you get when you don’t follow directions?”
She swallows hard, and I notice her eyes trying to see what else is on the nightstand. I give her a half grin and walk over to my selection, picking up a heart-shaped crop.
When I turn back to her, her gaze is locked on it.
“Spread your legs.”
She listens, but her legs are shaky, and I can tell any little touch to her clit is going to send her into a raging climax.
Her skin is perfect, unlike mine. I’m covered in cuts and bruises from being thrown all over the arena. Her skin is silky and smooth, not a blemish in sight.
“I want to leave a mark on you,” I tell her. “Is that alright?”
I watch as her eyes scan my body, noticing all of mine and then nodding as our gazes meet.
Leaning in between her legs, I take in her scent. I’ll never get tired of it.
I begin kissing and sucking on the inside of her thigh, leaving small nibbles in the same area until finally I bite down.
She doesn’t make a sound, which is a bit disappointing, but I know for sure there will be a bruise there.
I kiss around the area and rub it with my fingers before teasing closer to her center. Her head presses back into the pillow.
“Good job, Baby Girl,” I praise. “Not even a peep while I placed my mark.”
She grins at me, appreciating the praise, but remains quiet.
Taking the crop that I’ve had in my hands, I tap the wand in my other hand, allowing her eyes to follow the movements.
I want to torture her and make her ride the edge of a climax so long that it hurts. I want to press her face between my legs again, just to show her I can come as many times as I want while she whimpers beneath me.
But today is only the beginning and there's plenty of time to dominate her mind and body.
Right now, I’m ready for her to scream my name. And I know just how sensitive her little ball of nerves is. She’s been teetering on the edge of a climax for a while.
Taking the crop, I use medium speed as I swat her clit, watching her moan and curl into herself, and I get my wish as my name rings out from her lips while my collar stays firm around her neck.