Page 10 of The Power Play

I turn the camera on and see her instantly bite back her smile. “Is that better?” I ask.

“Much,” she replies, and I take her in fully. The lace mask she always has on her face is black, the wig she’s wearing is blonde and falls down her shoulders in curls. She’s wearing a tiny dress looking thing that is mostly sheer and is barely long enoughto cover her pussy. I can see her nipple piercings through the fabric. “So,” she starts, pulling me from my staring contest with her body, “are you going to tell me why you missed my first super amazing hockey show?”

“I had to work,” I say vaguely.

“Hm,” she hums, regarding me through the screen and I want to chuckle at her narrowed eyes through the mask like she’s trying to read me, despite not being able to see my face. “What do you do for work?”

I shift uncomfortably trying to come up with what to tell her. We aren’t strangers to talking about real life stuff, but there are things I tend to avoid telling her, so she won’t know who I am.

“Okay, so, I wasn’t completely honest with you before,” I start. Possibly regretting where I’m going with this. “I actuallycantalk to the players on the Dragons because I work for them.”

“Oh,do you?What do you do for them then?” She sounds taunting almost like she doesn’t believe me.

“I’m an equipment manager,” I say quickly.

“Would I have seen you at any games or on TV?” She still sounds skeptical.

“No, I’m in the back during games.” The last thing I need is for her to be scoping out the equipment managers she sees and picturing their face as mine. I don’t want her ever imagining someone else as me, as messed up as that may be since I won’t show my face. She doesn’t get to imagine any other guy when she talks to me.

“So, you’re saying you’re going to missallmy hockey shows then,” she pouts.

“Possibly, but I would give my left and possibly right arm if there was a way to watch them afterward,” I almost beg.

She taps her index finger to her chin in thought, “I wouldn’t really want you to give up those. You kind of need them, but I’m sure we could work something out.”

“Anything, it’s yours,” I tell her. I’m so desperate to see how she is during the game; does she notice me? When I score will she get excited? Will she shit talk me when I get a penalty? I want to see it all.

“I’ll have to think about it. I do record all my shows, but I think you’re going to have to earn the privilege of seeing them. And you still owe me a punishment.”

I let a smile free that she can’t see, “What were you thinking for a punishment?”

To say my sexual experience is limited might be an understatement. I’ve had very few partners and even when I did it was simple, vanilla sex. My world was expanded by Lacey, and I learned that I actually like the idea of not always being in control all the time. I enjoy letting her be the one in charge and even though it’s not something I’ve experienced in person; I know it’s something I would be interested in. If I can ever bring myself toactuallysleep with someone again.

Lacey is sitting on a furry rug on the floor, and I watch as she reclines back onto her hands, stretching out her toned legs in front of her, keeping them pushed together so I’m unable to get a peek at the beautiful spot between them.

“Well,” she begins, “for starters I’m going to tell you about what I did to myself, and I want you to keep your hands where I can see them. No touching yourself.”

Because I want to hear everything she has to say I place my folded hands on my stomach in perfect view of the camera and far enough away from my dick so she can see I’m following her directions.

Her lips curl up slightly and I can tell she’s glad I’m listening to her directions already. Little does she know that I would do anything she asks. I’m practically on my knees for this woman without even knowing her.

“As you know, it wasn’t a high scoring game so each time the Dragons scored one of their two goals I revealed a little more of myself,” she says.

“Were you wearing that little dress because that’s not covering much anyway,” I tell her, hoping she won’t scold me for speaking, but she didn’t say I couldn’t.

“I was, so by the time OT started, I looked like this,” she sits up slightly and slides down the straps of the dress until her breasts are free from the fabric. The piercings on her nipples shine under the lighting and my mouth waters at the thought of taking them into my mouth. My fingers squeeze against themselves to prevent from reaching into my pants to touch my rock-hard dick.

“And no one scored during overtime,” I say, my voice husky with desire and restraint.

“Nope,” she pops the p as her hands slide across her exposed skin, but not lingering on any one particular spot. “For those five minutes I just watched, waited for who would end up scoring the winning goal. Sometimes my hand would graze myself and I would besotempted to keep going.”

As she continues to speak her hand slides down her body, under the hem of her dress inhaling a sharp breath when I know her fingers graze her clit. I wonder how wet she is, is her arousal glistening the lips of her pussy, making her thighs sticky. What I wouldn’t give to find out on my own fingers. Or my tongue. Or my cock.

“I also talked about some of my fantasies during that time,” Lacey continues.

“Tell me,” I rasp. “What would your fantasies be with me?”

Her hand slides over her nipples as she raises her eyebrows at me, “With you, hm?”

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