Page 12 of The Power Play

“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.”

7

My mouth feels like a desert and my eyes are fighting to stay closed, but with a defeated groan I roll out of bed and drag myself to my bathroom to relieve my bladder without opening them. Luckily, I have the layout memorized and am able to make it without incident.

The longer I’m up the more I realize how cold it is in my house. I like it pretty cold in here, but not like this. Once I’m done in the bathroom, I manage to open my eyes slightly to go out in the hallway. I haven’t put my glasses on yet and while I’m near sighted I have to squint to see that my thermostat isn’t even on. I look around and notice…nothing is on.

“Shit,” I mumble to myself, knowing this means there’s something wrong and I groan knowing if this isn’t just a normal blackout that it’s going to be expensive to fix.

I crawl back into bed to be cozy and warm under the blankets but I’m not able to fall back asleep stressing about not having power. I debate seeing how long I can really live without it. Theanswer is, not long. I need internet, lights,and heat. It’s the beginning of the winter in Denver so it’s fucking cold.

I put on my glasses before getting up to look out the window to see if any of my neighbors are also without power, and I see porch lights and inside lights on.Shit. That must mean it’s just a me issue.

At least maybe I can have someone I know look at it first in case it’s something simple and not have to get screwed over by some asshole who charges me way too much because they are able to see that I know absolutely nothing. I know I have a breaker box…somewhere. I have no idea what to do if I actually found it, but hey, I know I have one.

Picking up my phone, I think about who I could ask. Normally I’m sure people would ask their dads, but I don’t have one of those, so I pick the next option. Obviously, that being my best friend who happens to have three boyfriends.

Audrey: Hey, by chance can you spare one of your boyfriends to come look at my potentially broken electricity?

Chandler: I’m not sure any of them will know anything about that, but I can see! Do you need a place to stay while it gets fixed?

Audrey: Thanks, but I think I’ll be okay for a little. Plus, I’m not crashing at the sex fest that is your house *winking emoji*

Chandler: If you say so! *Shrugging emoji*

I wrap myself up in my blankets like a cozy burrito to try and stay warm. I must doze off in my comfort cocoon whenI’m woken up from my phone going off with a text I see from Chandler that is a gif of Robin Williams in character fromMrs. Doubtfiresaying, “help is on the way, dear!”

Dragging my blanket with me to my closet, I reluctantly part with it to grab a pair of warm sweatpants and a sweatshirt to change into before heading downstairs to make some coffee when I realize that it requires electricity. Groaning, I’m realizing I can’t go without power for long at all. I have basic needs, and coffee is one of those.

I settle on the couch, and it doesn’t feel very long before there’s a knock on my door. When I open it fully expecting to see one of Chandler’s boyfriends, my face falls at the person standing in front of me.

The tall, handsome, dark haired hockey player I was hoping to not have to see face to face again. I fold my arms across my chest.

“What are you doing here and why?” I narrow my eyes at Charlie Mann.

“I heard you needed some help with your power,” he answers nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I asked for one of your teammates. Literally any of them.”

“Well, none of them have a dad that is an electrician and spent summers working for him. But if you want me to leave to call someone else, I won’t stop you.” His shoulders scrunch and I almost feel bad for being so snappy. Almost.

With a sigh I open the door wider to let him in, “Fine.”

He’s cautious as he walks into my space and there’s tension between us but that could still be my annoyance that he’s here and that this is what is even happening.

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