Page 111 of Blindside Sinner

When the vibrator pauses, I shift to try and contain what’s happening to me. But the friction of my panties and the way the vibrator moves with me pushes me closer. Technically, I’m not touching myself, and technically, no one else is either. All I’m saying is that if an orgasm happens, it happens.

I wriggle around some more. “Oh, fuck,” I whisper again.

And then my cell lights up.

BECK:Be still.

I text back immediately.I’m not breaking any rules. Deal with it.

The crowd roars as the Wave almost score a short-handed goal. But the home team goaltender makes a diving save and prevents it. I look back down at my phone.

BECK:Unless you want to see yourself mid-orgasm on the Jumbotron, then you will sit. fucking. still.

SLOAN:Maybe I like being watched.

BECK: Oh?Fine. Then they can watch when I bend you over my knee later and show you what happens when you misbehave. You come for me and ONLY for me. Do you understand?

When I look down at him, his eyes are locked on mine. He points up to the ceiling. I frown as I follow his gloved finger, and then I see…

Me.

My face is on the screen. Flushed cheeks, beads of sweat above my lip and on my forehead even though it’s about sixty-five degrees inside the arena. My pussy takes another lurch. I lift my hand, wiggle my first two fingers for a second in a meek wave, then the camera shifts back to the ice where Beck has just been released from the box.

He’s a flash of action the second he’s back in the game. He takes a pass from Dix, zips to the blue line, and slaps a mean shot over the stick of the Portland goaltender. It’s unblockable.

The red light behind the goal lights up. Beck gives a fist pump, skates to the bench, and slaps gloves with his teammates, then looks up at me and winks.

Oh, God. I’m in trouble.

The rest of the night is more of the same. He takes three penalties, scores five goals, and has me drooling in my seat the whole time.

I should be pissed at him. I should be fucking furious, actually, for how he’s reducing me to a whimpering little sex toy.

More than that, I should be stronger. This is a small vibrator. Practically a Crayola. And so what if it has a little pulsating feature? I can handle it.I’min charge of myself.Icontrol my own body.

This pep talk takes place exclusively in my head, because I’m pretty sure the assistant I’ve terrorized tonight already thinks I’m a nutcase. I repeat it over and over again even as Beck zings and zaps and jolts me.

The problem is, my pussy knows I’m a liar. And by the time the final buzzer sounds, I am ready to climb over the glass partition and throw myself at Beck, to beg him to either finish me off or knock me out and put me out of my misery.

Not that this is what I would call misery.

I shift once and my hard nipples rub against the lace of my bra. Combined with the gadget currently liquifying my insides, it’s almost too much.

I bite it back with an insane show of willpower.Don’t come,he warned me.Or I’ll punish you.

Finally, though, the game is over.

It’s time for punishment.

57

BECK

She’s waiting in the hallway outside the locker room and she’s flushed, beautiful in ways I can’t even describe because they haven’t invented the words for it yet.

Dix, however, is on it. Leave it to him to come up with a nice turn of phrase. “What’s up with Sloan? She looks a little… feverish.”

I grin wickedly. “She’s alright. She’s just… fighting off a little something right now.”

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