Page 40 of Checks & Bonds

I peeled off my gear and headed for the showers, letting the hot water wash away the sweat and tension from my muscles. My teammates had already filtered out of the locker room, their laughter and banter fading into silence.

The thought of going back home to Freya twisted my gut. Just the idea of seeing her again set my nerves on edge. She had this infuriating way of getting under my skin, pissing me off and igniting something deep inside me at the same time. I couldn't figure out what was worse: my desire for her or my anger at her.

I tried to push her out of my mind, but she lingered there like a shadow. The memory of our argument after the Imprinting Ceremony replayed itself in my head. Her eyes had been blazing with defiance, her words sharp and cutting. It was like she took pleasure in challenging me, in pushing every single one of my buttons.

But there was more to it than just anger. When I thought about how she felt in my arms, her body warm and yielding, it sent a jolt through me. I couldn't deny the pull she had on me, no matter how much I wanted to.

The hot water pounded against my back, steam rising and swirling around me. I let my head fall forward, eyes closed, as I thought about Freya. Her fiery spirit and sharp tongue hauntedmy thoughts, a constant reminder of the challenge she posed. It was infuriating and intoxicating all at once.

In my mind's eye, I saw her standing there, eyes blazing with defiance, daring me to break her. The thought of taming that wild spirit sent a shiver down my spine. What would it be like to see her submit to me? To see that fire in her eyes dim and transform into something softer, something more pliant?

The idea of bending her to my will was a potent one. I imagined her in front of me, not fighting, but yielding. Her breath would come in soft gasps as she surrendered to my touch. She’d look up at me with those wide eyes, no longer filled with defiance but with need.

I felt myself growing hard at the thought, the steam from the shower wrapping around me like a shroud. My hand moved almost of its own accord, sliding down my body until it found what it sought.

I leaned back against the tiled wall, letting out a slow breath as I began to stroke myself. The water cascaded over me, masking the sound of my breathing as I lost myself in the fantasy.

In my mind, Freya was on her knees before me, lips parted slightly as she waited for my command. Her hair spilled over her shoulders in a wild cascade, framing her face perfectly. I could see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily, anticipation written all over her features.

I imagined guiding her hands to where I wanted them, watching as she obeyed without question. The thought of having that kind of control over her was intoxicating. My strokes grew faster as the fantasy played out in vivid detail behind my closed eyelids.

I could almost feel the warmth of her breath against me, hear the soft sounds she’d make as she gave herself over tome completely. The tension coiled tighter within me with each passing second.

My grip tightened involuntarily as I pushed myself closer to the edge. The fantasy consumed me entirely now—every defiant look she’d ever given me melting away into submission.

In that moment, there was nothing else—just the image of Freya finally tamed and the overwhelming sensation building inside me.

What would it feel like to push inside her wet folds for the first time, for her warmth to encase my cock?

I clenched my teeth, trying to focus on the water cascading over me. The steam did little to clear the vivid images from my mind. I remembered what she felt like around my fingers, the way her body responded to every touch. But it wasn't good enough. I wanted more… needed more.

I kept stroking myself to images of her lying beneath me, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked up at me, wanting and willing and hating herself for it.

The thought of finally pushing inside her, feeling her wet heat envelop me, sent a shiver down my spine. My strokes grew faster, more urgent. I imagined the tightness of her walls gripping me, pulling me deeper with each thrust.

Her moans would be soft at first, growing louder as I took her harder. The way she’d arch her back, her nails digging into my shoulders as she lost herself in the pleasure. It was an intoxicating thought, one that drove me closer to the edge.

I could almost hear the sounds she'd make, feel the way her body would tremble beneath mine. The fantasy consumed me entirely now—every touch, every sensation magnified in my mind.

The tension coiled tighter within me with each passing second. My grip tightened involuntarily as I pushed myself closer to the edge. The fantasy was so real I could almost taste it.

My breaths came in short, ragged bursts as I imagined taking her completely, owning every part of her. The thought of claiming her in every sense of the word sent a surge of pleasure through me.

In that moment, there was nothing else—just the image of Freya finally submitting and the overwhelming sensation building inside me.

And then release—swift and shattering—ripped through me like a storm.

I imagined feeling her shatter around my cock, her body trembling and tightening just for me. The thought of how wet she’d be—only for me—drove me wild with need. She belonged to me; every part of her was mine to claim.

Possessiveness surged through me as I pictured thrusting into her, feeling every inch of her give way under my control. She’d whimper and moan, completely at my mercy, knowing she existed solely for my pleasure.

The intensity built within me until there was no turning back.

The climax hit me like a tidal wave, pulling me under with its intensity. My body tensed, every muscle locking in place as pleasure surged through me. I bit back a groan, the sound escaping as a low, guttural noise. My hand moved faster, riding out the waves of sensation that left me breathless and shaking.

As I came, the hot water cascaded over my body, mingling with the release that coated my hand. The steam enveloped me, creating a cocoon of warmth that seemed to amplify the pleasure. My vision blurred momentarily, and all I could do was ride out the storm until it finally began to subside.

My breaths came in ragged gasps as I leaned back against the cool tiles, trying to regain some semblance of control. Thelingering aftershocks coursed through me, leaving my legs weak and unsteady. For a few moments, I let myself bask in the aftermath, eyes closed as I caught my breath.

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