Page 287 of Well Played

I’m breathless from our clash of lips, my mind spinning with conflicting emotions. I can execute the most intricate manoeuvres on the ice effortlessly, but a single kiss from my rival has left me shaken to my core.

Our fingers entwined almost painfully, we skate wordlessly to the edge of the ice, Tarak pulling me along with an urgency that matches the fire burning between us. We stumble into the sin bin, the cold metal of the bench a stark contrast to the heat pulsing between us.

As we collapse onto the unforgiving surface, our lips meet once more in a furious battle, each kiss a testament to the anger and desire raging within me. My competition looms just hours away, and yet here I am, locked in a heated exchange with the very person who has sabotaged my preparation. I’m furious with him, furious with myself for succumbing to this forbidden attraction, yet unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing me back to him again and again.

We break apart, and without warning, Tarak drops to his knees before me, his hands moving swiftly to lift my skating tights, covering my skates. With a surprising tenderness, he begins to undo the laces, his fingers deft and sure, a stark contrast to the animosity that usually defines our interactions.I watch in a mix of frustration and begrudging admiration as he carefully removes each skate, placing them aside with a reverence that surprises me.

But any flicker of appreciation I feel vanishes as he starts to draw my tights down my legs, discarding them with far less care than he showed my skates. My cheeks burn with humiliation as he exposes more of my skin than I’m comfortable with, his gaze lingering on the lace of my undergarments in a way that makes me squirm with discomfort.

This is a disaster in the making.What are you thinking, Vesper?I chastise myself internally, a surge of panic rising within me. I should grab my tights and skates and flee this situation before it spirals further out of control.

As if sensing my inner turmoil, Tarak smirks up at me, his eyes glinting with a challenge that sets my nerves on edge.

“Running scared, princess?” he taunts, his voice laced with a hint of mockery, daring me to abandon the confrontation. But I refuse to back down, even as doubt gnaws at the edges of my resolve.

“You wish. Stop staring at it like you’ve never seen a girl’s panties before and make me scream already. My vibrator would have gotten me off twice by now, and I’d be primed for a third.”

Tarak’s eyes blaze with a mix of anger and something darker, something I can’t quite define. Despite the tension crackling between us, there’s an undeniable spark of desire in his gaze, a hunger that mirrors my own conflicted emotions. His hand snakes out, fingers trailing along the edge of my thong, sending a shiver down my spine as his touch ignites my nerve endings.

“You have no idea how badly I want to make you scream, Vesper,” he growls, his voice dripping with seduction and a hint of menace that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. It’s a dangerous allure, one I know I should resist, but the pull of his desire is intoxicating, impossible to ignore.

Leaning in closer, he captures my lips in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. With a firm yet gentle touch, he pushes against my shoulder, wordlessly urging me to surrender to the undeniable chemistry between us. And as I fall back onto the bench, my heart pounding in my chest, I know that this is a path from which there’s no turning back.

Passion and fire ignite, consuming us in a whirlwind of desire. His grip tightens around my thong, pulling fiercely until the material digs into my flesh before yielding to his strength. With a sharp intake of breath, I feel the rush of cold air against the heat between my thighs as Tarak’s gaze devours me once more.

“You’re soaked for me, princess,” he declares, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction that infuriates me to no end.

I want to retort, to throw back some witty comeback, but his words leave me speechless, my mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

“Tick tock, I’m waiting, puck-boy,” I manage to grit out through clenched teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.

Ignoring my defiance, he leans in closer, spreading my knees embarrassingly wide, a possessive gesture that sets my heart racing. And then, without warning, he bites down on the tender flesh of my thigh, eliciting a startled yelp from me as a rush of mixed pleasure and pain floods my senses.

Fuck, why does that turn me on so much? I hope he doesn’t notice. But before I can dwell on my own conflicted desires, Tarak’s voice cuts through the haze of arousal, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me.

“So the princess likes it rough, does she? I’ll see if I can oblige.” His words send a thrill down my spine, and I see the hunger in his eyes as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin.

Summoning a burst of courage, I reach out and grab the front of his hockey jersey, pulling him towards me with a fierce determination.

“I do like it rough,” I whisper, our lips barely a breath apart. “I like it hard, fast, and deep.”

His eyes darken with a mixture of desire and something more sinister, and he pulls away from me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“You better be careful what you wish for, princess,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing lightly over my folds, sending shivers down my spine.

“It seems like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson about sharing your ice time,” he adds, his voice dripping with dominance as he moves away from me, reaching into his hockey bag.

I watch with a mix of apprehension and anticipation as he retrieves a thick, black strap, my heart pounding in my chest at the sight. “What’s that?” I ask, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness as I struggle to suppress the excitement building within me.

He grins wickedly, the sadistic glint in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s just the beginning of your lesson, princess. And if you’re a good girl, I promise you’ll feel much better by the end of it.”

My heart races as a euphoric mix of fear and excitement washes over me, and I find myself nodding eagerly, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his dominance. Tarak, grinning sadistically, climbs onto the bench beside me, and with a firm push, he positions me on my hands and knees.

Vulnerable and exposed, I tremble with anticipation, every nerve in my body alive with the thrill of what’s to come. Despite the apprehension gnawing at the edges of my mind, somethingabout Tarak’s dominance awakens a primal desire within me, driving me to crave more of his intoxicating control.

I hear the soft swish of the strap as he caresses my behind, and the anticipation is almost unbearable. Then it lands with a resounding CRACK against my right cheek, and I can’t suppress a sharp yelp as a surge of pain and pleasure shoots through me.

He delivers another blow, harder this time, and I can’t help but moan, the sensations swirling together in a dizzying haze of ecstasy. My breath comes in ragged gasps now, my body ablaze with sensation yet still yearning for more. There’s no denying the arousal pooling between my thighs, a telltale sign of my body’s surrender to Tarak’s dominance.

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