Chapter 6
Ican’t pull my eyes away from the screen. From the woman who appears to be looking directly at me, despite the lace mask covering half of her face. I can see her eyes and I can’t help but focus on them, despite the rest of her body being bared to the camera. They are mostly brown, but there’s specks of green that’s highlighted by the bright lights she has on her during her show.
There’s also something almost familiar about them. It might be from the years I’ve spent coming back to her. Despite trying to quit and move on with my life, I always come back to Lacey. I don’t want it to be like this. I don’t want to be unable to physically be with a woman. But whenever I try and it gets close to sex, I freak out, unable to go through with it and leave.
Lacey is safe, the computer screen between us makes it safe. Despite me beating my dick raw to her countless times and thinking about what it would feel like if it was her sweet pussy strangling my dick instead of my hand, I know it would be the same in person as it always is for me. I would freeze.
Sex in real life comes with complications, comes with repercussions. I came too close to that being my reality and I never want to experience that again.
I watch as Lacey appears to bite back a smile and I can’t help but wonder if it’s from the last message I sent her. The single word that describes her.
Perfection.
She signs off from the cam room and that’s when I finally pull myself away to clean up the mess I made. I wiped off with tissues, but I head into the bathroom to take a shower where I’ll likely jack off again thinking about her. This time in my mind she will be screaming my name.
By the time I’m in bed, I’m sated for now and know that I’m going to be exhausted tomorrow since the team is getting on a plane first thing in the morning to go to our away game the next day. The last image that consumes my mind as I drift off is brown eyes with green flecks almost covered with a mask and white teeth sinking into plush pink lips.
We flewinto Ottawa yesterday and I’m currently in the thick of my pregame rituals in the locker room. After warmups, I have to drown everyone out, drown out every thought from my mind because none of them matter in this moment. The only thing that matters is hockey. When I was younger and just starting out, my teammates thought I was an asshole because I refused to participate in any “team” rituals. I had my own. They work for me and I wasn’t going to screw that up.
The music is loud in my ears playing my specific pregame playlist as I mentally go over my strategies, both ones Coach has given me and ones I know on my own. I’m sitting on the bench with my gear on, elbows resting on my knees with my hands clasped between them as I stare at the floor visualizing the perfect plays. Picturing what I need to do and how to play my best game.
Our team captain, Collee, calls everyone around for the pregame pep talk, the only team ritual I participate in. Mostly because it’s mandatory. Once it’s done, we head out on the ice for the game. I’m not on the starting line for the initial play so I take my spot on the bench as the national anthems for both America and Canada play before puck drop.
The game starts with its usual intensity as the centers face off. I’m doing my best to be completely focused on what is happening in front of me and prepping for when my teammate and I will be switching off, but the one distracting thought that I can’t fight is if Lacey is watching. And if she’s on cam doing what she said she would right now. Does she have the game on while starting her show? Is she really going to have special rewards for when we score or get penalized? The thoughts have me too distracted and I shake them away as best I can.
The last distracting thought I have as I see my line partner coming to the boards to switch out with me is that I know I want us to win so we can both be rewarded. With my mind back where it should be, I go flying onto the ice ready to win this game with my team.
We endedup winning in overtime after a shootout. I started to get pretty pissed at the other team toward the end, they were doing everything they could to make sure we went into OT and that included some borderline illegal hits that the refs didn’t call.
As soon as the game is finished, I race to the locker room hoping I can catch Lacey while she’s still on and message her so I can, maybe, see her and get some sort of recap on what I missed. Or hope she recorded it because I will pay whatever she wants to see it.
I grab my phone from my locker and instantly bring up the cam app, shielding my screen with my body. It shows her as still online, so I send her a message instantly.
Charlie: I’m sad I missed your show tonight pretty girl. I want to hear all about it if we can video in about an hour?
I set the phone down, waiting for a response as I take off my gear as quickly as possible. I know I’m at the mercy of the whole team to leave since we are all on the same bus to the hotel, but I want to be on there as quickly as possible.
I glance at the screen again before I start to remove my gear from the waist down to see she responded.
Lacey: I guess I can wait, but I think you should be punished for missing this show *devil emoji*
Charlie: Deal.
Tossing my phone back into my locker, I strip from the rest of my game gear, wrapping a towel around my waist before heading into the showers. I take a very quick and very cold shower to keep my dick from hardening at the thought of Lacey and our video chat. Sometimes the calls are fairly innocent, other times not so much. She’s the dream woman I can never have.
I’m one of the first guys back on the bus and I’m growing more irritated by the minute as the rest of the guys don’t join. I just want to get back to my hotel room and talk to Lacey.
“What’s your deal?” Dumont asks as he plops in the seat next to me.
“I don’t have a deal,” I snap, harsher than I intended.
“You’re shaking your leg and giving the death glare to everyone that comes in here,” he points out.
I shake my head. “I’m just tired and want to get back to the hotel.”
Dumont is a talker, and he isn’t great at letting things go, which I saw last season with him and McQuaid getting in little arguments. I’m still not sure how they ended up sharing a girlfriend, but it’s not my business.
“You got a girl you’re trying to talk to at the hotel?” he pushes.
“Nope, just want to go to sleep.”
“Well, I want to get back and be the first to call Chandler,” he reclines slightly in the seat with a smirk.
I don’t know what to say so I remain quiet, checking the time on my phone again. It’s been forty-five minutes since I messaged Lacey and I don’t want her to think I blew her off if we don’t get back before an hour.
It feels like forever until the whole team is loaded up and I’m glad the hotel isn’t far because I have less than five minutes left by the time we get back. I race out of the bus quickly, trying not to look too obvious. It seems like the elevator is moving slower than it should as I head up to my room and I’m ripping at my suit tie and the buttons of my shirt as I get into the room.
I’m instantly starting the private video call with Lacey as I strip off the restricting clothes. I never show her my face because I don’t need her possibly recognizing me, but she’s seen my body. And I know she likes what she sees, which gives me a shot of pride.
“You miss my show, and I don’t get to see you? Now you’re really getting punished, and I may not let you come ever again,” her voice instantly brings a small smile to my mouth as I continue to get situated on the bed.
“You wouldn’t be that mean to me,” I tease, lying back on some propped-up pillows and adjusting my phone on my lap so nothing higher than my chest will be seen.
“Do you want to find out?”
I turn the camera on and see her instantly bite back her smile. “Is that better?” I ask.
“Much,” she replies, and I take her in fully. The lace mask she always has on her face is black, the wig she’s wearing is blonde and falls down her shoulders in curls. She’s wearing a tiny dress looking thing that is mostly sheer and is barely long enough to cover her pussy. I can see her nipple piercings through the fabric. “So,” she starts, pulling me from my staring contest with her body, “are you going to tell me why you missed my first super amazing hockey show?”
“I had to work,” I say vaguely.
“Hm,” she hums, regarding me through the screen and I want to chuckle at her narrowed eyes through the mask like she’s trying to read me, despite not being able to see my face. “What do you do for work?”
I shift uncomfortably trying to come up with what to tell her. We aren’t strangers to talking about real life stuff, but there are things I tend to avoid telling her, so she won’t know who I am.
“Okay, so, I wasn’t completely honest with you before,” I start. Possibly regretting where I’m going with this. “I actually can talk to the players on the Dragons because I work for them.”
“Oh, do you? What do you do for them then?” She sounds taunting almost like she doesn’t believe me.
“I’m an equipment manager,” I say quickly.
“Would I have seen you at any games or on TV?” She still sounds skeptical.
“No, I’m in the back during games.” The last thing I need is for her to be scoping out the equipment managers she sees and picturing their face as mine. I don’t want her ever imagining someone else as me, as messed up as that may be since I won’t show my face. She doesn’t get to imagine any other guy when she talks to me.
“So, you’re saying you’re going to miss all my hockey shows then,” she pouts.
“Possibly, but I would give my left and possibly right arm if there was a way to watch them afterward,” I almost beg.
She taps her index finger to her chin in thought, “I wouldn’t really want you to give up those. You kind of need them, but I’m sure we could work something out.”
“Anything, it’s yours,” I tell her. I’m so desperate to see how she is during the game; does she notice me? When I score will she get excited? Will she shit talk me when I get a penalty? I want to see it all.
“I’ll have to think about it. I do record all my shows, but I think you’re going to have to earn the privilege of seeing them. And you still owe me a punishment.”
I let a smile free that she can’t see, “What were you thinking for a punishment?”
To say my sexual experience is limited might be an understatement. I’ve had very few partners and even when I did it was simple, vanilla sex. My world was expanded by Lacey, and I learned that I actually like the idea of not always being in control all the time. I enjoy letting her be the one in charge and even though it’s not something I’ve experienced in person; I know it’s something I would be interested in. If I can ever bring myself to actually sleep with someone again.
Lacey is sitting on a furry rug on the floor, and I watch as she reclines back onto her hands, stretching out her toned legs in front of her, keeping them pushed together so I’m unable to get a peek at the beautiful spot between them.
“Well,” she begins, “for starters I’m going to tell you about what I did to myself, and I want you to keep your hands where I can see them. No touching yourself.”
Because I want to hear everything she has to say I place my folded hands on my stomach in perfect view of the camera and far enough away from my dick so she can see I’m following her directions.
Her lips curl up slightly and I can tell she’s glad I’m listening to her directions already. Little does she know that I would do anything she asks. I’m practically on my knees for this woman without even knowing her.
“As you know, it wasn’t a high scoring game so each time the Dragons scored one of their two goals I revealed a little more of myself,” she says.
“Were you wearing that little dress because that’s not covering much anyway,” I tell her, hoping she won’t scold me for speaking, but she didn’t say I couldn’t.
“I was, so by the time OT started, I looked like this,” she sits up slightly and slides down the straps of the dress until her breasts are free from the fabric. The piercings on her nipples shine under the lighting and my mouth waters at the thought of taking them into my mouth. My fingers squeeze against themselves to prevent from reaching into my pants to touch my rock-hard dick.
“And no one scored during overtime,” I say, my voice husky with desire and restraint.
“Nope,” she pops the p as her hands slide across her exposed skin, but not lingering on any one particular spot. “For those five minutes I just watched, waited for who would end up scoring the winning goal. Sometimes my hand would graze myself and I would be so tempted to keep going.”
As she continues to speak her hand slides down her body, under the hem of her dress inhaling a sharp breath when I know her fingers graze her clit. I wonder how wet she is, is her arousal glistening the lips of her pussy, making her thighs sticky. What I wouldn’t give to find out on my own fingers. Or my tongue. Or my cock.
“I also talked about some of my fantasies during that time,” Lacey continues.
“Tell me,” I rasp. “What would your fantasies be with me?”
Her hand slides over her nipples as she raises her eyebrows at me, “With you, hm?”
I’m dying to adjust my straining dick, touch it even slightly to get the smallest amount of relief, but I want to please her, and she told me I’m not allowed to touch. So, I won’t. For her.
“I think this is a good start. I like you watching me without being able to touch, at least for now. I like the idea of you being a good boy for me,” she taunts. “I like you doing exactly what I want because you want to please me.”
I nod but realize she can’t see it. “I do.”
She smiles, “I know you do. How far would you go to please me? Would you get on your knees and crawl if I wanted it?”
“I’ll always get on my knees for you.”
“Would you let me use your body for my pleasure and not allow you to come until you are begging?”
“I’m really close to begging you to let me touch myself now,” I admit.
She chuckles, “Is there anything you wouldn’t let me do?”
I have to think about it for a second, but every scenario I can think of leads me to my answer, “No.”
“What about letting me fuck you?”
I almost chuckle, “I’d let you ride my cock whenever you want, pretty girl.”
She shakes her head with her bottom lip between her teeth, “No, I mean, let me fuck you.”
It takes me an extra couple of seconds to realize exactly what she’s getting at and then when I finally realize it, I’m not sure how to respond. I’ve never even considered anything remotely close to what she’s suggesting. But then I realize this is just a fantasy with my fantasy girl and none of this is real which is why I’m able to even have these conversations with her without freaking out. Because it’s not real. So if she wants to fantasize about fucking me, then she can have at it.
“If it’s what you want, then I will let you do whatever you want.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” she smiles wider. “You can touch yourself.”
I groan in relief as I quickly work my pants down just enough to free my hard as steel cock from my pants. The first stroke from my hand has me ready to come right then, but I hold back. I’m not done watching her and I need her to let go first.
Even through my relief I remember the game we have been playing with her telling me what I missed during her show.
“So, what happened at the end of the game?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“During the shootout I used this,” she reaches behind her to pull a vibrator that I’ve seen her use countless times and I’ve witnessed how quickly she can make herself come with it.
“How did you use it?” I ask through gritted teeth as I squeeze the base of my dick a little too hard to stop myself from release.
Lacey giggles, “Charles, I know you know how I use this,” she taunts. I never go by Charles in my real life and something about every time she says it does something to me that makes me want to hear her scream it.
“Remind me.”
She narrows her eyes, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”
I groan with another tight stroke on myself. “Please remind me.”
She watches me and I see her trying to decide if she wants to torture me more or if she will accept that as my asking nicely. A part of me wants her to continue her punishment, but a bigger part of me wants her to let herself come so I can follow.
Finally, after what feels longer than the ten seconds, I’m sure it was, she relents. “Fine. I’ll remind you as long as you keep stroking yourself like that because I love to see what I do to you.”
I can’t manage to say anything as I watch her recline slightly, showing her perfect glistening pussy right before sliding the vibrator down her body. As soon as it makes contact with her clit she moans and bucks up into the sensation. I almost lose it just on that alone.
“When I did this earlier, I would have it on when the Dragons were shooting and off when the other team was,” she says through a moan.
“And what about after w–they won?” I ask, squeezing my tip on the upstroke and almost slipping up and saying “we” in reference to the team.
“Then I got to come,” she rubs the toy on herself, and I can’t pull my eyes away from the movement. The way her hips roll, and I can only imagine it’s how she would move while riding me.
“So come,” I rasp because I’m barely holding back, and I need to see her find her own release before I let go.
She does. Head thrown back, pressing herself harder against the vibrator with a loud moan and I’m a goner. I stroke myself harder just a couple more times before I’m coming all over my hand as I watch her ride out every second of her orgasm.
I don’t make any attempt to clean myself as I continue to watch her until she looks back at me through the screen. Her blown out post orgasmic eyes almost seem like they look directly into mine even though she can’t see my face.
“Looks like you made a big mess. I’d love to clean it up for you for being such a good boy for me,” she swipes her tongue across her lips and my deflated cock twitches at the thought.
“I would never say no to that,” I tell her as if this is real.
“Then keep being a good boy for me,” she winks. “See you soon?”
“Always, you can’t get rid of me. You have me addicted.”
She smiles, her eyes lighting up behind her lace mask just for me. “Good.”