Page 67 of Edging Coach
“Yep,” I said bitterly. “I don’t think that helped us. The fame. The pressure. The demands of hockey. And then I retired, and suddenly a lot of that was gone, and we realized we were practically strangers at that point. So… we separated.”
“Wow,” he said. “That’s a long time to be in a messy relationship.”
“Tell me about it.” I blew out a breath. “And since thedivorce, I haven’t dated because… God, starting over in the dating world at my age? That’s intimidating as fuck.”
“I bet. So… just hookups, then? Including a little kink?”
“Hookups, yes.” I moistened my lips as I held his gaze. “Only one got into kink, though.”
“Only—” Devon sat straighter. “Wait, you’veonlydone that with me?”
“I mean… I kind of brushed up against it with others? But you were the first one who really…” I struggled to articulate it. “A few guys before you would put me on my knees, maybe pull my hair and slap my ass. But you were the first todominateme.”
His lips parted, and I wondered if he was as breathless as I suddenly was.
“I think that’s why I got so hooked on you,” I confessed. “Because you do what nobody else has ever done.” I swallowed. “What I’ve never trusted anybody else to do.”
He gulped. “You trusted me to do those things right away, though. When we knew nothing about each other.”
“I can’t really explain why. Just… something about you. I knew you could take me there without going too far. And I knew as soon as I met you that I wanted to please you. Whatever it took.”
Devon’s lips moved, but no sound came out. He stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then he seemed to collect himself, and the way his eyes narrowed made my heart pound and my dick swell.
“Finish eating.” He picked up his own fork again. “Then you’re going to please me.”
What could I do but obey?
After we’d eaten, I started to get up with my plate so I could clean up, but Devon halted me with a look. He didn’t say a word, just eyed me sharply.
I froze. Then I eased back into my chair and put down my plate.
His smile said that was the correct response. Warmth rushed through me—I’d pleased Sir.
“You’re going to wash the dishes,” he informed me. “By hand. Washed, dried, and put away.”
I nodded but didn’t move. Somehow, I knew there was more.
“First…” He gestured at me. “Strip.”
I blinked. “Strip?”
That sharp look returned.
Heart suddenly thumping, I got up and did as I was told, leaving my clothes in a folded stack on the chair I’d been occupying. The whole time, Devon watched, sitting back in his chair with his hand subtly working his visibly hard dick through his jeans.
“Good boy,” he told me when I’d put my underwear on top of the stack. “Now…” He gestured with his free hand at the dishes and the counter. “Clean up.”
I obeyed. The kitchen wasn’t cold, but the air was cool against my skin, as if my nerve endings needed to constantly remind me I was bare-ass naked. On some level, I thought this should be embarrassing or humiliating—I didnothave a humiliation kink—but it was… hot. Sexy. Though I didn’t dawdle, I also didn’t rush as I scrubbed every plate, glass, and utensil while my Dom watched me and fondled himself.
By the time I was done, I was no longer questioning why it was so hot. It just was, and I loved it.
“Very good,” Devon said as I put the last few utensils in the drawer.
I smiled at him. “Is it weird, a coach who likes being told what to do?”
“Not at all.” He rose and came closer. “People in positionsof power—they make the best subs.” Sliding his hand over my hip, he added, “So eager to give up control.”
Then his mouth was on mine. As he pulled me in, his clothes emphasized our vastly different states—and our similar ones. I was completely naked. He was fully dressed. Between us, separated by a layer of denim, our dicks were rock-hard.
