46. Drew
FORTY-SIX
DREW
I return home after the game to find Bailey alone in the living room. She rushes towards me and I crouch down to hug and pet her.
“Hi Bailey girl, I missed you, too.”
We’re a week away from Thanksgiving and thankfully, we don’t have a game scheduled on that day. But we are travelling the day after so I’m going to have to leave Bailey again. At least she has Jules now.
Bailey’s loud, excited breaths fill my ears and I feel some of the pressure ease inside me. We lost the game tonight and that’s never a good feeling.
I could see us losing and I could see exactly what we needed to do to course correct and lead us to a win, and I still couldn’t do it. Sure, it was all a team effort, but at the end of the night, I’m the one who was rushed by the press along with Coach.
I’m worried that I’ve been distracted lately.
Ever since the season started actually. Even on the ice, most of the time I’m thinking about Jules, rather than playing the game.
I don’t know if it’s just because it’s the beginning of the relationship and that’s why I’m so preoccupied with her.
Hopefully, the hyperfixation goes away and I’ll be able to focus again.
Who even am I without hockey? Being the best at it is the only thing that’s kept me going, even through the pain.
I let Bailey out into the backyard and stand there in the cold, hoping it clears my mind. Once Bailey is done, we walk back in and she trots to her bed by the living room window. She hasn’t been sleeping in Jules’s room ever since Jules started sleeping in my room.
I look up at the ceiling. It’s eerily quiet. Maybe she’s already gone to bed? I look at my watch. It’s a little past eleven, but she usually waits for me after a game.
Once Bailey is settled with her toys, I cover her with her blanket and stand up, heading towards the stairs. I’ve only taken the first step when a piece of fabric catches my attention. Bending, I pick up Jules’s black lace panties.
Maybe they fell out of her laundry basket? I climb farther and find a discarded t-shirt.
Smiling softly, I get upstairs and when I turn towards my room, I find a black lace bra hanging on the doorknob. The door is partially ajar, warm light spilling out into the dark hallway, there’s soft music playing inside. Pushing it open all the way, I step inside.
Jules is lying on my bed, wrapped up in a sheet and nothing else. Her skin glows golden under the warm light of the lamps. She looks up from her book when I walk in and her brilliant smile almost knocks the breath out of me.
“Oh, hello. How unfortunate that you should return home early and find me in a state of undress.”
When she straightens, the sheet drops a little, revealing the top globes of her perfect breasts. My eyes fall down to the bed and widen when I see the ropes.
“I see you’ve been snooping,” I say.
“Hardly snooping when you keep them in the side drawer,” she says.
I try to keep my concern at bay, but something about the image of those ropes tied around her wrists makes my stomach curdle.
I enjoy the control the ropes bring, the way I set the pace and bring my partners to the edge the way I desire. A part of me knows the enjoyment I get also stems from the fact that they put their trust in me and no, it doesn’t take a therapist to figure out why that is.
I was mostly in control the last time we had sex because Jules needed my assistance to ride my cock, but she was also in control and something about that messed with my brain chemistry in the best way.
Letting her use my body any way she wanted wasn’t something I was planning on enjoying as much as I did.
“Baby, I’ll never try to tell you what to do, but maybe we shouldn’t do this,” I say slowly.
Jules tilts her head slightly in confusion, and then laughs lightly. “Oh, these aren’t for me. They’re for you. If you want.”
Ah. I look at the ropes and then back at her.
“You want to tie me up?”
One bare shoulder lifts in a shrug. “If you want me to tie you up.”
As if I wouldn’t let her do anything she wants to me.
Hell, she could edge me all night and not let me come and I’ll let her do that, too.
Clearly, the dynamics of our relationship were set even before we got together.
As evidenced by the fact that I am rock hard just at the thought of being tied up by her.
“You can tie me up in the basement and I would happily let you.” I drop her clothes on the chair by the window and quickly shed my clothes.
“As if I’m going into the haunted basement,” Jules says.
I walk toward the bed and palm her cheek, tilting her head back so her eyes meet mine.
The last time we did this, she laughed, and I finally understand why.
We’ve spent so much time at odds with one another, wanting to ignore each other at every turn.
Now I think what an idiot I was to not have noticed her beauty earlier.
Because Juliet Love is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I’m in awe of her constantly.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I whisper. “I’m constantly surprised each time I look at you. No matter how many times I try to pretend that I’ve seen you every day for most of my life, my brain wants me to look at you like you’re brand new.”
Jules grasps the back of my neck and pulls me down until my face hovers just inches from her. “We’re both seeing a lot of things we’ve never noticed before. I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
She pulls me down onto the bed and in the process, her sheet gets pulled down. I groan, already reaching for her tits. I’m addicted to feeling their weight in my hands. Her skin is soft and warm. I want to bury my face between her tits.
“You have the most perfect fucking tits, Beasty. I’m in awe every damn time.”
I start to bend down to take one in my mouth when she pushes me back with a hand on my chest.
“It’s my turn tonight,” she says.
She pushes me further until my back meets the headboard and then she grabs the rope. “Arms up, please.”
I’m now regretting agreeing to this because it means I can’t touch her as much as I want to. The excited look in her eyes is enough for me to pull my arms up and let her do whatever she wants with me, though.
“Let me know if it’s too tight.”
Slowly, she pulls the rope through the hooks and wraps it around my hands, tying it off into an intricate knot. I tug against it and the rope pulls against my skin.
“Where’d you learn how to do that?” I ask.
“Ooh,” she coos, smiling slightly. “I’m not telling.”
I watch the way her hands splay on my chest possessively. One trails down my body and wraps around my cock. My head drops back against the headboard at the feel of her soft hand wrapped around my cock. I get harder than I was before, which I didn’t think was biologically possible.
Jules shifts closer, her soft breasts pressing against my chest as she scrapes her teeth along my jaw.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she whispers in my ear.
Something about her repeating my words back to me drives me wild.
I turn my head, capturing her mouth in a kiss. It’s slow and deep, tongues tangling. The whole time, she continues to stroke my cock. Pulling back, Jules kisses along my jaw and down my neck, pausing to suck and bite.
“Fuck, baby, I love it when you want to mark my body,” I groan.
“You’re all mine and I want everyone to know.”
She peeks up at me through her lashes as she trails soft kisses down my body until her face is inches from my cock. Pursing her lips, she blows lightly at the tip.
“Fuck, beasty,” I groan.
“How’s your shoulder?” she asks conversationally.
She runs the flat of her tongue along the base of my cock. There’s an almost malicious gleam in her eyes.
“It’s great,” I reply, distractedly. She can’t expect me to stay focused and talk to her while her mouth is so near my cock.
“Is it?” She circles her tongue over the head of my cock, licking off the precum.
“Yes,” I choke out. Actually, I should be doing to relieve the pain and continuing to play is only making it worse. But I can’t stop playing.
Jules hums before her mouth descends on my cock. The perfect, wet heat of her mouth is only rivaled by her pussy. She takes me to the back of her throat, sucking my dick like I’m her favorite candy.
Releasing my cock, she looks up at me expectantly. “Do you really think your shoulder is fine?”
Why does she want to torture me like this?
She doesn’t let me reply before she starts to place open mouth kisses all along my cock. My brain is too foggy with lust and her to actually pay attention to this conversation.
“Yes, I told you that already.”
“Then why did Lavinia say you were playing differently?”
She set a trap for me and I walked right into it. Now it makes sense why the ropes came out today and why she wanted to tie me up. Jules is trying to torture me.
“Can we not talk about my sister right now?” I ask.
Jules is stroking my cock loosely, like she has no care in the world whether I come or not. Meanwhile my balls are aching to release. She swallows me again and this time, her other hand goes to my balls, teasing, caressing, tugging.
She doesn’t put any effort into it, taking just the tip of me into her mouth. I still feel like I’m seconds away from coming, simply because it’s her mouth on my cock.
Just as my balls start to tighten and I feel like I’m going to come, Jules sits back abruptly, releasing my cock. I growl in frustration, which only makes her laugh. I know she doesn’t owe me anything, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on more knowing she’s playing with me.
“Do you really think you deserve to come after you’ve lied to me?” Her hand dips between her thighs and her breath hitches as she fingers herself.
I tug at my ties, my fingers flexing to feel the wet heat of her pussy. She’ll be so soft for me.
“I’m not lying,” I say through gritted teeth.
Jules closes her eyes, tilting her head back. “I think I’ll just make myself come and leave you here like this. I’m sure you don’t need to come.”
“I do need to come,” I say, almost begging.