Page 53 of Off-Ice Misconduct
“Do you want an explanation for my behavior earlier?”
“Nah. I know why.”
“Are you planning on enlightening me?” He thinks he knows why, let’s see if he’s right.
“Coach. Even I’m not above the sleeping with your professor rules. This could land hard on him. I mean, you too, you’d never get a teaching job at a school like this again, but you’d probably be happy about that.”
Okay, so McKinnon is perceptive. “What I’m hearing is, you know you’re above most of the rules. Now I know you’re purposefully taking advantage.”
“I do, but only for hockey and the guys. Not for personal gain. At least, that’s what I did. I have a feeling you’re gonna put a stop to all that.”
“Yet, here you are in my arms willingly. Maybe you want to be tamed, hmm?”
“Yeah, maybe. I dunno, yet.”
“So long as it’s damn clear that nobody touches you but me. No hooking up with anyone or anything,” I add, hoping that will set his mind whirring. Wait until he finds out that he doesn’t get to cum anymore until I say he can. That means no toys, no porn, not even his own hand. When I own something, I own all of it. McKinnon doesn’t know how mine he’s about to become.
He pulls his head off my shoulder. “After that caveman display of jealousy over a hoodie? Yeah, I kinda picked up on that. But same for you—you don’t get to hook up either.”
“Wouldn’t want to, McKinnon. I’m going to be a little busy—you’re a handful.”
“Hey!”
“Try to deny it.”
He smirks, proud of his chaos, but then he shivers, teeth chattering.
“You’ve been left without anything to keep you warm.” I should make Celeste pay for that.
I want to give him my jacket, but we’ve still got to keep some modicum of discretion. His teeth chatter some more. Fuck it. It’s a simple black Mackinaw. No one will know it’s mine. I tear it off, wrapping it around him.
His big blue eyes widen, flicking to the Mackinaw, then me, then back to the Mackinaw. He pulls it around him as if this is the first time he’s seeing a jacket and is just learning what it’s for.
I’ll admit, I didn’t plan this far ahead. I don’t know what to do with him now. If I had my way, I’d fuck him right here, but what we’re doing is already risky, no need to tempt fate.
An idea quickly forms. I want to leave an impression. An impression to make him remember he’s mine. I lean in close.
“Open your neck for me, princess,” I breathe. He obeys, and I suck and gnaw on him, intent on leaving a deeper bruise. Everyone will see. They won’t know who he belongs to, but they’ll know he belongs to someone. My only regret will be not being there to witness him fumble through an explanation to his hockey brethren.
I shove my hand down his sweatpants and boxers, my rough hand meets with the silky skin of his cock. Now he’s shivering for a different reason. My cock strains behind the zipper. It wants him so fucking badly.
“Please,” he begs.
“Good boys get rewards,” I murmur as I stroke nice and slow. “Be a good boy, and Daddy’ll make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
I take my hand away. He whines.
“Luke, that’s fucking mean.”
“Language, princess.”
“Well, I didn’t know you were a sadist, too.”
I chuckle. He’s adorable when he’s pissed at me. “I thought that part was obvious.”
“Yeah. In hindsight, I see it. My bad on that one.”
I raise a brow. “Change your mind? I hope you know consent can be withdrawn at any time.”
