Chapter 6
6
Vesper
As I make my way downstairs from the studio, freshly warmed up and stretched from an hour of ballet, and enter the rink, my heart sinks at the sight before me. Tarak, decked out in his hockey gear, is already occupying the rink, weaving effortlessly between the goalposts as he practices his shots. His gear is supposed to be intimidating, his presence casting a shadow over the otherwise serene ice. I grit my teeth, frustration bubbling within me like a cauldron of boiling water, realising that this isn’t just a simple clash of schedules—it’s an orchestrated invasion.
Jumping onto the ice, I skate over to him with determined strides, the crisp air stinging my cheeks as I come to a stop in front of him.
“What are you doing here? This time slot is reserved for figure skating practice,” I snap, my voice laced with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief.
Tarak flashes me a cocky grin, his piercing gaze locking onto mine despite the hostile stare I’m giving him. “Looks like there’s been a mix-up. But hey, since I nailed my tryouts, there’s plenty of ice for the both of us, princess,” he replies casually, his words dripping with smugness.
My blood pressure rises at his nonchalant attitude, amplified by the intimidating presence of his cohorts. “Is that what you did? I heard you got in by the skin of your teeth. And I don’t share the ice with puck pricks,” I retort sharply, crossing my arms over my chest.
There are only two of us here on the ice, so I shouldn’t feel outnumbered and outgunned, but his presence does just that, even though I refuse to be intimidated by him. I’m not scared, so why is my heart beating so fast?
He chuckles, a low sound that reverberates through the chilly air and is in no way friendly at all. “Who said we have to get along? A little healthy competition never hurt anyone,” he says with a smirk, twirling his hockey stick deftly in his hand, the metallic scrape of his blades echoing ominously.
I glare at him, fire burning in my veins, but beneath the surface tension and rivalry, there’s an undeniable spark between us that refuses to be ignored. With a mixture of anger and something else stirring within me, I take a step closer to him, my eyes darting between him and his hockey stick.
“Fine, let’s see who can perform better out here today,” I challenge, my voice never faltering despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach, acutely aware of the daunting odds stacked against me from the last time he body-checked me on the ice. “Try to avoid cheating this time. Figure skating is a non-contact sport.”
Tarak raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he shoots me a knowing look. “You’re on, Vesper. Let’s see your best moves,” he goads, setting up a puck on the ice and pivoting gracefully into position.
As we begin our respective performances, the tension between us slowly morphs into something akin to a dance. Our movements seem to mirror each other’s, like we’re reacting to unspoken cues admits the palpable threat of confrontation. It’s eerie, yet undeniably captivating, like the hint of danger adds an electrifying edge to our showdown.
Sweat glistening on his forehead, Tarak launches a powerful shot at the goal, and the puck leaves a trail of frost in its wake. I watch his every move with rapt attention, determined to outshine him despite the odds being stacked against me. With a leap, I execute a series of spins, my skates leaving behind intricate patterns on the ice, the pressure mounting with each graceful rotation.
The competition heats up, and as I land a particularly difficult jump, I catch Tarak’s eyes locked on me. His expression is filled with an intensity that surprises me, almost breaking the tension of the moment. For a moment, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the entire world, not just on the ice, and it feels like we’re somehow connected, like we’re sharing a secret.
As we continue to push each other, our bodies brush against one another, and the electric charge between us is undeniable. It almost transcends the animosity between us. It dawns on me then that this clash isn’t just about figure skating versus hockey, it’s not even about the ice time, it’s a battle of wills, a test of strength and resilience in the face of overwhelming odds.
The next thing I know, Tarak’s tossing his helmet onto the ice, and before I can react, his arms are around me, pulling me fiercely against him. I gasp in surprise as his lips crash onto mine with the same intensity he brings to the game. It’s aggressive, raw, like a collision on the ice.
It’s a shock, but underneath the anger, there’s a tangible connection that pulses between us, igniting something primal.
As our kiss deepens, my fingers instinctively tangle in his hair, gripping tightly, almost as if I want to pull him closer and push him away at the same time. He responds in kind, his grip on me tightening, his body pressing against mine with a force that sends a shiver down my spine. The heat of his desire radiates through me, stirring something unexpected within, something I refuse to acknowledge.
Breaking the kiss, we both stare at each other, breathless and bewildered by the intensity of the moment. Tarak’s eyes mirror the confusion and desire raging within me, a mixture of emotions that I can’t begin to unravel.
I’m breathless from our clash of lips, my mind spinning with conflicting emotions. I can execute the most intricate manoeuvres on the ice effortlessly, but a single kiss from my rival has left me shaken to my core.
Our fingers entwined almost painfully, we skate wordlessly to the edge of the ice, Tarak pulling me along with an urgency that matches the fire burning between us. We stumble into the sin bin, the cold metal of the bench a stark contrast to the heat pulsing between us.
As we collapse onto the unforgiving surface, our lips meet once more in a furious battle, each kiss a testament to the anger and desire raging within me. My competition looms just hours away, and yet here I am, locked in a heated exchange with the very person who has sabotaged my preparation. I’m furious with him, furious with myself for succumbing to this forbidden attraction, yet unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing me back to him again and again.
We break apart, and without warning, Tarak drops to his knees before me, his hands moving swiftly to lift my skating tights, covering my skates. With a surprising tenderness, he begins to undo the laces, his fingers deft and sure, a stark contrast to the animosity that usually defines our interactions. I watch in a mix of frustration and begrudging admiration as he carefully removes each skate, placing them aside with a reverence that surprises me.
But any flicker of appreciation I feel vanishes as he starts to draw my tights down my legs, discarding them with far less care than he showed my skates. My cheeks burn with humiliation as he exposes more of my skin than I’m comfortable with, his gaze lingering on the lace of my undergarments in a way that makes me squirm with discomfort.
This is a disaster in the making. What are you thinking, Vesper? I chastise myself internally, a surge of panic rising within me. I should grab my tights and skates and flee this situation before it spirals further out of control.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Tarak smirks up at me, his eyes glinting with a challenge that sets my nerves on edge.
“Running scared, princess?” he taunts, his voice laced with a hint of mockery, daring me to abandon the confrontation. But I refuse to back down, even as doubt gnaws at the edges of my resolve.
“You wish. Stop staring at it like you’ve never seen a girl’s panties before and make me scream already. My vibrator would have gotten me off twice by now, and I’d be primed for a third.”
Tarak’s eyes blaze with a mix of anger and something darker, something I can’t quite define. Despite the tension crackling between us, there’s an undeniable spark of desire in his gaze, a hunger that mirrors my own conflicted emotions. His hand snakes out, fingers trailing along the edge of my thong, sending a shiver down my spine as his touch ignites my nerve endings.
“You have no idea how badly I want to make you scream, Vesper,” he growls, his voice dripping with seduction and a hint of menace that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. It’s a dangerous allure, one I know I should resist, but the pull of his desire is intoxicating, impossible to ignore.
Leaning in closer, he captures my lips in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. With a firm yet gentle touch, he pushes against my shoulder, wordlessly urging me to surrender to the undeniable chemistry between us. And as I fall back onto the bench, my heart pounding in my chest, I know that this is a path from which there’s no turning back.
Passion and fire ignite, consuming us in a whirlwind of desire. His grip tightens around my thong, pulling fiercely until the material digs into my flesh before yielding to his strength. With a sharp intake of breath, I feel the rush of cold air against the heat between my thighs as Tarak’s gaze devours me once more.
“You’re soaked for me, princess,” he declares, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction that infuriates me to no end.
I want to retort, to throw back some witty comeback, but his words leave me speechless, my mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.
“Tick tock, I’m waiting, puck-boy,” I manage to grit out through clenched teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.
Ignoring my defiance, he leans in closer, spreading my knees embarrassingly wide, a possessive gesture that sets my heart racing. And then, without warning, he bites down on the tender flesh of my thigh, eliciting a startled yelp from me as a rush of mixed pleasure and pain floods my senses.
Fuck, why does that turn me on so much? I hope he doesn’t notice. But before I can dwell on my own conflicted desires, Tarak’s voice cuts through the haze of arousal, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me.
“So the princess likes it rough, does she? I’ll see if I can oblige.” His words send a thrill down my spine, and I see the hunger in his eyes as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin.
Summoning a burst of courage, I reach out and grab the front of his hockey jersey, pulling him towards me with a fierce determination.
“I do like it rough,” I whisper, our lips barely a breath apart. “I like it hard, fast, and deep.”
His eyes darken with a mixture of desire and something more sinister, and he pulls away from me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
“You better be careful what you wish for, princess,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing lightly over my folds, sending shivers down my spine.
“It seems like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson about sharing your ice time,” he adds, his voice dripping with dominance as he moves away from me, reaching into his hockey bag.
I watch with a mix of apprehension and anticipation as he retrieves a thick, black strap, my heart pounding in my chest at the sight. “What’s that?” I ask, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness as I struggle to suppress the excitement building within me.
He grins wickedly, the sadistic glint in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s just the beginning of your lesson, princess. And if you’re a good girl, I promise you’ll feel much better by the end of it.”
My heart races as a euphoric mix of fear and excitement washes over me, and I find myself nodding eagerly, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his dominance. Tarak, grinning sadistically, climbs onto the bench beside me, and with a firm push, he positions me on my hands and knees.
Vulnerable and exposed, I tremble with anticipation, every nerve in my body alive with the thrill of what’s to come. Despite the apprehension gnawing at the edges of my mind, something about Tarak’s dominance awakens a primal desire within me, driving me to crave more of his intoxicating control.
I hear the soft swish of the strap as he caresses my behind, and the anticipation is almost unbearable. Then it lands with a resounding CRACK against my right cheek, and I can’t suppress a sharp yelp as a surge of pain and pleasure shoots through me.
He delivers another blow, harder this time, and I can’t help but moan, the sensations swirling together in a dizzying haze of ecstasy. My breath comes in ragged gasps now, my body ablaze with sensation yet still yearning for more. There’s no denying the arousal pooling between my thighs, a telltale sign of my body’s surrender to Tarak’s dominance.
Tarak continues, the rhythmic pattern of his strikes echoing through the air, and each new impact sends a fierce jolt of pleasure coursing through me. I can feel the heat radiating from my skin, the sting of each blow blending seamlessly with the intoxicating rush of arousal that floods my senses.
Despite the overwhelming urge to give in to the pleasure building within me, I fight to maintain control, to hold on to the last shreds of my resolve. My inner thighs are slick with desire, my body trembling with the effort to resist the overwhelming wave of ecstasy threatening to consume me.
But as Tarak’s relentless assault continues, driving me higher and higher towards the edge, I can feel the spark of my impending orgasm igniting deep within me. My thoughts are scattered, lost in a whirlwind of sensation, but through the haze, one thing remains clear—I’m teetering on the brink of ecstasy, my body primed and ready to succumb to the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me.
After what feels like an eternity, Tarak finally ceases the flogging, and I release a long, shuddering breath. My body feels tender and electrified, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation as he moves between my legs.
His fingers find my core, and I can’t help but clench around him, a whimper escaping my lips as he leisurely pumps two fingers in and out of me. I’m so close to the edge that tears form on my lower lashes, my entire being consumed by the overwhelming need for release.
“On your back now. Heels against your ass. And let those stunning thighs spread,” he commands, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
I comply, feeling dazed but undeniably aroused, my breath catching in my throat as he positions my body exactly as he instructed when I don’t move fast enough for his liking.
“Now, I want you to promise me something,” he growls, his gaze penetrating, intense.
“What is it?” I gasp, suddenly nervous, unsure of what he’s about to ask of me.
“That you’ll take whatever I give you and be grateful for every second of it. Do you promise?” His tone is demanding, authoritative, leaving no room for hesitation.
Reluctantly, I agree, my heart pounding as I realise the gravity of my promise.
He stares at me, his eyes boring into my soul, as if searching for any hint of doubt in my words. Then, with a feral grin that sends a shiver down my spine, he surges forward, driving his tongue against me in one long, slow lick. I cry out, my body arching off the bench in response to the overwhelming sensation.
Oh, fuck. I don’t stand a chance.
“Are you sure you want this, princess?” Tarak asks, pulling back with a wicked grin on his face, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Because once I start, I won’t stop until you’re begging for more.”
Without waiting for an answer, he lowers his head to my throbbing pussy, his warm breath making goosebumps erupt all over my body as he swipes his tongue the length of my dripping wet cunt once more.
I gasp, my body arching off the bench in response to the intense pleasure coursing through me. Tarak’s hands press firmly on my thighs, keeping me spread wide for him, as his tongue continues its relentless assault, teasing and torturing me with every lick, every flick.
The sensation is maddening, driving me to the brink of ecstasy with each tantalising stroke. I can’t take it anymore; the need for him inside me is overwhelming.
“Tarak, please,” I beg, my voice trembling with desire, the urgency of my plea echoing in the air.
He pauses, pulling back to look up at me with a wicked grin, his eyes ablaze with satisfaction. “You’re begging already, princess?” he taunts, his voice laced with amusement.
I nod hastily, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of witnessing my vulnerability. But instead of boasting, he simply chuckles, shakes his head, and returns to his task with renewed fervour, his determination to push me to the edge evident in every expert movement.
Fucking hell, his mouth on me feels nothing like my vibrator.
His tongue revisits my swollen pussy, darting in and out of my folds and teasing my clit with a feather-soft touch. Delicious warmth spreads through me, and I know I’m close.
“Fuck, Tarak, please,” I plead, my voice shaking with wanton desperation.
He smirks, a devilish glint in his eyes, and then plunges his tongue deep inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I cry out, my hips bucking violently against his face.
“That’s it, you freakin’ slut,” he growls, his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through me. “Beg for it, you dirty little whore.”
I can’t help but comply, my body craving the praise and the dirty talk. I arch my back and thrust myself against his face, moaning his name over and over.
Tarak continues his relentless assault, torturing me with his skilled tongue and wicked fingers. A second orgasm builds inside me, the waves of pleasure crashing over me like a force of nature.
Then, without warning, he stops, pulling back and grinning wickedly.
“You’re mine now, princess. And I will take you any way I want, whenever I want. You understand?”
I nod hastily, my body quivering with anticipation.
“Good girl,” he growls, and then he pushes me onto my back, his mouth still dripping with my own arousal.
When he started, I was looking forward to wiping the smug smile off his face by returning the favour. I’m damn fucking good at sucking dick, and I planned to make him see God while sucking his soul from his body, but now I don’t think I can even move, let alone flip the tables on him.
“Need another orgasm to prove I’m better than any silly toy?”
I shake my head. “Just fuck me,” I demand, albeit much weaker than I intended it to sound.
He doesn’t remove my practice dress, but he does pull off his hockey jersey, neck guard, and all of his pads. I think he lost the gloves around the time he ditched his helmet, but I’m honestly too wound up to care.
He makes short work of removing his skates, and then he’s freeing his cock from his shorts, and I salivate.
It’s perfection. Long, thick, and glistening with precum.
He positions himself between my legs, his cock hard and angry looking, and when he butts up against my over sensitised clit, I whimper, wanting him inside me so badly.
“Are you ready, princess?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.
I nod, my eyes begging him for more.
“Then take it. Take every inch of me.”
He thrusts forward, burying himself inside me in one swift motion. I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, my body trembling around him. It’s so fucking good. I love the way he stretches me wide, his cock filling me like nothing else can.
Tarak grunts and starts to move, thrusting in and out of me with steady, deliberate strokes. I moan, my hands gripping the bench as I try to hold on. Each time he pulls out, I whimper, the sensation of empty space in my pussy almost as intense as the fullness when he fills me again. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he drives into me harder and faster.
“Take it, princess,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. “That’s it, just like that. Take it all.”
I can’t help but respond to his command, my hips lifting to meet his every thrust. I want him deeper, harder, faster. I need him to take me to the edge and push me over it. I wrap my legs around him, interlocking my ankles to keep him close, my nails digging into his back as I cling onto him, desperate for more.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.
“You feel so good, princess. So tight. I could stay inside you forever.”
His words ignite a fire within me, and I moan, my body clenching around his cock. I arch my back, moaning his name, and he responds by increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
Tarak picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. My orgasm builds, the waves of pleasure washing over me, but I want more.
Finally, I can’t hold back any longer. As he slams into me one last time, I cry out, and the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. I convulse around him, driven by his powerful thrusts, and I cling to him as I ride out the wave of pleasure.
Tarak groans, his face contorted in pleasure-pain. His cock twitches inside me, and then he’s coming too, his release filling me completely. He collapses on top of me, our bodies sweaty and slick, our breaths ragged.
He pulls out carefully, kissing me deeply before allowing me to catch my breath.
My heart pounds, and my body trembles from the intensity of our encounter. Tarak’s breaths slowly even out as he rests on top of me, his body still warm and heaving from the exertion.
We lie in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our passion. I reach up and trace the outline of his beard, feeling the rough texture against my fingertips.
“That was something else,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from our exertions.
He chuckles softly, brushing the hair from my forehead. “I think you liked it, didn’t you, princess?”
I nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Nothing like that vibrator, that’s for sure.”
His grin broadens, and he leans down to kiss me gently. “I’ll always give you more than any toy ever could. Any time you like, princess. You only have to ask.”
A new emotion arises between us. Hate is replaced by something wilder and more primal, an insatiable need to possess and out-do one another. I want to be the reason this man screams.
But there’s also a calm in the back of my mind. It’s so different from the post-orgasm buzz I usually get, and it makes the stress of dealing with Nicolette suddenly seem like nothing.
Turning to look at the ice, a fire ignites in my chest. I feel fierce. Like I could pull my skates on and dance my way to gold at the world championships right now.
“I want to do this again.”
“What, right now?” He blinks at me. “I mean, gimme ten and I’ll be ready to?—”
“Not right now, puck-head. But it’d be nice to take the edge off now and then, if you’re interested.”
He scratches his beard for a moment, pretending to think about the offer. “Will it gain me time on the ice?”
“Aww.” I stroke his cheek affectionately before giving him a light, playful slap. “I’m giving you access to my pussy. If you think you’ll be able to get on my rink as well, you’re as delusional as your precious little puck bunnies.”
He grins down at me. “Bet.”
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