The time is finally here. Let's
introduce you to Micah and Jess...
Twelve years ago I lost everything I loved. I lost the ability to play the one sport that I had given every sweat and tear to. A career ending injury and a three-day coma left me hearing the words a player never wants to hear.
Since that day, I have made it my goal to break into the one world a female hasn’t entered yet: The NHL and specifically- Head Athletic Trainer. Finally getting my chance to prove myself I will not let anything or anyone stand in my way of my new dreams…until he shatters every ounce of control that I’ve hidden behind for years.
His arrogance, his determination and his god damn near perfect body set my body on fire. The more I try to stay away, the more I am drawn to him and the one night I give him- I lose.
I value nothing more than dominating on and off the ice. Nothing can deter my focus or my attention from taking my chance to prove to the world that I can capture the ultimate goal: the Stanley Cup. Coming off a heartbreaking loss in last year’s finals, the new season is full of promise and records. Until she walks in…
The newest Athletic Trainer of the NY Hawks and sister of my biggest rival, Jessica McAdams sets my body on fire: a response I haven’t felt in a long time. From the first time I saw her at the club and heard her name mentioned around the locker room, I was taken.
I could see through her walls, the false defenses she put up. She tries to pretend she is a stone cold and in charge woman, but I see the promise of what is underneath. As much as she pushes me away, the more I come to desire her, need her and want to dominate her. What starts as a mission to dominate the rough exterior becomes something I can’t live without- and she becomes the one thing I need more in my life than anything else, even if she doesn’t want me back.
When the female left the table, I watched as Jessica lurked over and removed her corset and skirt. She was left in a black lace thong, and those fuck me boots. J whispered something into Jess’ ear, and I saw her eyes widen, then a slight nod. A blindfold was removed from J’s pocket and placed over her eyes and secured around her head. J laid her down and bent down once more to whisper in her ear as he began to run the wand over her nipples. He moved the wand in a circular motion, jumping between the two breasts.
J signaled for me to join them and I walked over, taking the wand from his hand. We’d decided that I’d use the traditional attachments for a little while, until my arm tired, before moving on to a different type of stimulation. I moved the wand down the length of her abdomen and across the width of her pelvic area, being careful not to stimulate her clit just yet.
The wand buzzed on as Jessica’s body arched and relaxed with the on and off of the surges. Jessica’s moans increased and decreased as she inhaled and breathed out. I moved the attachment up and down her torso, focusing on her breasts, her nipples, and the slight indentation of her stomach.
I signaled to J to switch the attachments, and I stuck the conductor end into the back of my pants. This let the current run through me, and I could use my hands or other prompts to give her different sensations. I started out by hovering my hands an inch from her skin. I moved them in a circular motion over her abdomen, simulating the movements as if I was touching her. I worked my way back up to her nipples, simultaneously circling each hardened peak. Jessica’s body arched off the table. My dick hardened in my pants. The pleasure I was receiving from giving her pleasure was amazing.
I moved lower; this time focusing on the area around her clit. Massaging the air just above her clitoral hood, her pelvis jumped at each pulse. It was my mission to give her an orgasm without touching her. I continued to focus the movements of my fingers in sporadic patterns, and watched as she moved below me. From the observation area, it would look like her body moved to a rhythm unseen. My fingers controlled her movements like a puppeteer controlled a puppet. Her knees bent and straightened as I watched her flesh fill with color. Her hands gripped the sides of the table, and I now returned my focus to circular movements over her clit. A few rotations and Jessica’s entire body tightened, her ass lifted from the table, and she screamed as her orgasm hit her. I did not let up on my motions, keeping her body tense and shuddering.
Once her body relaxed, I grabbed the Florentine flogger, a pom pom looking prop, that J had. It reminded me of the bike decorations that kids stuck into their handlebars; mylar tentacles hung from a handle. This would increase the surface area of the electricity, making it feel as if hundreds of shocks were coming at once. I wanted one more orgasm before I pulled her off that table and curled her up into my body on the couch.
Paige Matthews is an author of erotic romance, focusing heavily on the BDSM genre. Having spent countless hours between the covers of classics during her undergraduate and graduate degrees from Western Connecticut State University, she currently holds a BA English: Comparative Literature and a MA English: Professional Writing. She lives with her husband, two small children and dog in Western Connecticut. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hockey, reading and traveling.