Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
A fter a quick pit stop at Hockey House, I had exactly what I needed for tonight. I urged Maci to get in the shower when we got back and immediately got to work on cleaning up her kitchen. It didn’t take too long, although I couldn’t save her carpet. I made a mental note to get a few rookies over here to patch and replace it for her. One of them had to have some kind of carpentry experience—and if not, they could YouTube it.
Listening to make sure the shower was still on, I headed into the kitchen. I opened a few cabinets seeking Maci’s glassware. Her fridge was barren—that would need to change, too. She needed to be eating. Maci was lean enough as is. She couldn’t afford to lose any more weight. I made a mental note to put a grocery delivery order together for her after eliminating our little tracking problem.
Pouring soda into two glasses, I pulled out a small vial of clear liquid. It was amazing what drugs were available on a college campus. Sure, everyone heard rumors about roofies and other illicit substances, but actually asking someone for it? All it took was knowing the right person and getting my hands on the GHB was easy as pie. In hindsight, a crushed up sleeping pill could have done the trick. But the risk of Maci waking up was too high. She needed to be knocked out for a few hours and the bit of white powder I shook into her soda would do the trick.
“Did you seriously clean up my apartment?” Maci’s lips puckered into a scowl. She scrubbed the paint out of her hair, but her skin still had a pink hue to it.
“Is that from scrubbing your face or the paint?” I hoped it wasn’t the latter.
“Scrubbing, I wanted to get it off with a loofa versus using anything stronger. I have turpentine that would strip it right off, but it can also cause cancer, so….”
“Yeah, no, the loofa was the better option.”
She smiled at me and took a seat on the barstool at her peninsula. Maci looked around the kitchen, and I could see the surprise cross her face.
“Who taught you to clean?”
Sliding the drink towards her, I smirked. "My mother runs a tight ship at home. I wasn’t babied. But your carpet is fucked. We can get it replaced. ”
She shook her head. “Don’t worry about that. I paid a security deposit. I’m bound to dump paint on the floor one of these days.”
I watched as she took a large drink of the soda and tried not to grin like the Cheshire cat. She was none the wiser to what she consumed. Part of me wanted to do more than what I planned. A small taste wouldn’t hurt, right? Maci is mine. Her timeline would match mine, eventually. She’d be none the wiser. Shaking off the thoughts, I took a sip of my drink and pretended to look down at my watch.
“Well, I should probably go. I have a research paper outline due tomorrow night.” I dumped my glass into her sink.
I watched her take another sip and nod at my statement. She finished half the glass and the sedative would kick in soon. Hopefully, she made it to her room before it did. Then again, throwing her over my shoulder sounded fun.
“Thanks again, Hunt,” she waved me out the door, and I made my way down to my truck. Now, I just needed to wait and make sure she was asleep before I slipped in with my key.
Once, a former teammate told me how he put a tracker on his girlfriend. She had a habit of disappearing when she was drunk and waking up in random places. She called them adventures, and he called them headaches.
“She never knew, one quick prick, and boom , instant access to her whereabouts.”
The same guy told me where to buy the tracker. Sure enough, a tiny little microchip smaller than a few millimeters was the answer to my desires. The kit came preloaded with an injector and instructions for an encrypted app. God, I love the dark web.
Licking my lips in anticipation, I glanced at the clock on my dashboard. The neon green lights glowed back at me. It had been over an hour since I left. She would be asleep by now. Her apartment windows were dark, the building looking ominous in the night. Pulling the hood up on my sweater, I walked through the halls to her door. Unlocking it, her apartment door swung open, revealing the space shrouded in the inky night. The only source of light was a sliver of moonlight casting into the living room.
Maci snored softly in her bed, fisting her sheets, and one leg hung out on the side. She was out cold.
Even in the dark, her room was familiar to me. Various art prints and hockey memorabilia lined the walls. Surprisingly, her practice jersey still hung on the wall. The fabric was white with black signatures scrawled all over. It was from her sophomore year, when they won the women’s Frozen Four championship. The entire team signed it before the last game, which was a BU tradition.
Moving towards the bed, I ran my fingers through her hair. It felt like silk. Desire swept through me and my cock throbbed. Fuck, even a simple touch was doing me in. I reprimanded myself, mission first, fun after. The trick to this situation was placing the tracker somewhere she wouldn’t notice. A place she’d brush off a red bump as being a bug bite.
She shifted in her sleep, sweeping her hair away from herself subconsciously. Her neck lay bare, its creamy color free of blemishes or freckles. It was the perfect place. Lightly, I brushed my lips over the pulse point. The injector for the tracker resembled an Epi-Pen, and the instructions for use were similar. Placing the plastic end at the base of her neck, I pushed down firmly. A click sounded and Maci flinched, but didn’t wake. A small rivulet of blood oozed from the injection site and I swiped it away with the pad of my thumb. Sitting in the chair opposite of her bed, I watched as she slept. Knowing that Maci would never be more than a click of an app away was a high unlike any other. Was this a new level of a dom kink? Or just plain obsession?
It didn’t matter to me what it was. My dick throbbed with need and I palmed myself through my jeans. Maci kicked her sheets off, revealing a pair of black, lacy boy shorts covering her luscious ass. My body moved on its own accord and quickly, I peeled off her underwear and held them in my palm. Hovering over her, I marveled at the curve of her hips and the pretty pink lips that sat between her thighs.
My fingers wanted to brush through the folds so badly. What would they feel like? Pulling myself away, I situated myself back in the chair. Fisting the panties, I brought them to my nose and inhaled. Suppressing a groan, I unzipped my pants, allowing my cock to spring out of my briefs. Pre-cum glistened in the moonlight and the fabric-clad hand gripped my girth. Biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t make a noise, I pumped myself. In my mind, Maci stroked me, using her thumb to tease my tip.
The soft silk of her underwear glided over my shaft. The combination created a delightful friction that sent tingles shooting up my spine. Biting my lip hard enough to bleed, my release came quickly, drenching the panties in various places. I pocketed them, cherishing my new prize. I brushed a whisper of a kiss across Maci’s cheek before letting myself out of her apartment.
In the dark of night, sitting in my truck, intense satisfaction filled me. Pulling away from the curb, the rasp of my voice broke the silence as I lowly sang, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray….you may not know it, but I can’t live without you, so please do not take my sunshine away….”