Chapter 24
The past month has been nothing but bliss.
Well, I don’t know if bliss is the right word—maybe more like kinky torture sex leading to the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.
Who would’ve thought I’d end up enjoying being dominated?
I’ve heard of BDSM, but it always seemed like too much effort to learn more.
As a rich, attractive athlete, sex has been thrown at me.
It’s always been so easy. Maybe that’s why it was starting to lose its appeal.
Teddy lost interest in the puck bunnies early on, but he could never convince me that it wasn’t one of the best perks of being a hockey player.
Seeing him fall in love with Ellie changed things for me, though.
I suppose I’ve finally grown up, but I would take coming home every day to the same woman who loves me unconditionally to a different girl every night.
I crave a connection like theirs. Something real.
That’s why I’ve taken a move right out of Teddy’s playbook and planned a picnic date for Mila and me.
It’s cheesy as fuck, but there isn’t a whole lot you can do when you’re trapped on the estate grounds, and I’ve exhausted all my other options.
I have to give it to whoever was here before, there are a ton of activities to bide your time, just nothing perfect for impressing your Bratva boss dominatrix lover.
Something tells me that after a long day of training, she won’t want to get in a fencing piste and spar.
Especially not when her training involves real weapons.
We’ve enjoyed many chess matches and strolls through the library, and I think we both took each other by surprise with our knowledge of classic arts.
Mila has always been full of surprises, though.
It was obvious that she was special the first time we met.
She barely said a word to me, barely looked in my direction, but she didn’t have to.
From the moment we locked eyes, I belonged to her.
The food the chef prepared is spread out on our blanket.
Teddy told me to have several options, so I have pretty much everything I’ve ever seen her enjoy.
It may be overkill, but I’ll be leaving soon for preseason, and I want every precious moment I have with her to be special.
I’m not sure what she has in mind for when I leave, but I hope we can continue to see each other.
“Did you bring the whole kitchen?”
Her teasing voice draws my attention, and a smiling Mila greets me in a black sports bra and biker shorts with her matching black hair braided down her back.
“I wanted you to have anything your heart desired.” I stand and offer her a hand, as if she needs any help sitting on the pillow.
She’s more agile than I could ever dream of, even as a professional athlete.
“I think I’m going to go for the chicken potpie.
Teddy’s grandma sent me the recipe, but I doubt this is as good.
Something about an added ingredient of love or some shit. ”
Mila laughs and scoops some onto her plate. “I’ll have to try it. I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing Muriel’s, but I’m sure hers is leagues better indeed.”
“You should invite her over soon if she’s back in town. She’s…well, she feels more like family than my own parents ever have.”
“Maybe. This is delicious, by the way. Kurnik is one of my favorite dishes, but this is much creamier. I’m going to have this added to the rotation. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, thank Grandma Dubs. This is my favorite of her dishes, but honestly, everything she makes is incredible. Teddy’s favorite is her roast.”
“He’s lucky he has such a large frame or...” She pats her belly for emphasis, causing me to almost choke as I chuckle around my fork, but at least it makes her laugh.
“Did he get his size from your father? His grandma is a tiny little thing, and his mom wasn’t much taller.”
“Oh, Father was a giant. He was the largest man I’ve ever known. That’s where I get my height as well. Or so I’ve heard. I never actually knew my mother.”
“I’m so sorry. You and your dad were close, though, right?”
Mila looks down at her plate and pushes her scraps around. “We were close enough. I didn’t move in with him until I was fourteen. I lived with…extended family before then. He thought it would be safer for me in Russia, but…but I ultimately ended up in Thunder Bay.”
“My parents pretty much pawned me off as well. They were older when they had me and had reached the point in life when they just wanted to retire and travel the world. Which they did…without me. I was left to the team of nannies to raise in their stead.”
Mila raises a brow at me and hums. “Interesting.”
“What’s interesting?”
“Nothing…” she purrs, with a smug look on her face.
“Tell me!”
“Okay, okay.” She chuckles. “It just makes more sense now why you enjoy our dynamic so much.”
“What do you mean? How does that make more sense?”
“Well, you kinda have both mommy and daddy issues. You never had a loving, authoritative figure in your life, so it makes sense that your trauma presents itself in a way that would allow you to indulge in having one who pleases you. What I do to you is intense, sure, but at its core, I’m taking care of you.
I’m pushing you in all the ways I know you’ll enjoy, whether you think you will or not. ”
I sit in silence for a moment, letting her words resonate.
At first, the thought of our sex having anything to do with my parents seems absurd, but the more I think about it, she might be on to something.
“I guess that makes sense. I’ll have to bring that up to my therapist next time I go.
How should I word it? ‘Hi, Dr. Fixme, I’ve been letting a woman tie me up, but I always have the best orgasms. Do you think that’s because my mommy never spanked me as a child? ’”
Mila spits out her water. “Jesus, Thatcher,” she says, half coughing, half laughing. “Best orgasms you’ve ever had? Is that right?”
“No comparison.” I wink. “Actually, that’s something I wanted to talk to you about. I’ll be leaving soon, and I know you have a shit ton on your plate right now, but, well…I don’t want this to end. I was hoping we could continue to see each other.”
“How would that work?” she asks, rolling her eyes. “Look, if it’s the sex you want, I can find you another Domme in the city—”
“No!” I take her hand and squeeze even though I’m playing with fire.
“Mila, I don’t want someone else. I want you.
Please. Let’s just try? I can come here every chance I get, and I’m sure you’ll have business in the city.
You can just stop by my place. Or if you never want to do that, I can just come here every time. ”
Mila brings our hands to my lips and sticks out a finger. Locking eyes, I suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it in the process.
“You’re such a good boy for me…” She removes her hand and pulls my face to hers, kissing my brow. “We can try. I don’t have much time to give, but I’ll do what I can. I suppose if I’m going into the city anyway, it might as well be to meet you. You’re so well-trained, after all.”
“I’ll make it worth your time, I promise.”
And I will. I’ll do whatever it takes, be at her beck and call.
I’d live in her skin if she’d let me. I would absolutely move into the compound permanently.
With her by my side, everything else can go fuck off.
Even hockey. Because if I had to choose…
Well, I don’t need hockey. But I don’t think I would survive without Mila.