Page 47 of Edging Coach
Hard no.
Will you fuck me?
Hard no.
Will you tie me up and whip my ass until I beg you to stop?
Usually, those words would be enough to get my motor revving and my cock filling. Not today, though.
Sorry, not tonight. Early morning drive to Sudbury.
Fuck Sudbury.
I’d rather not. Have you seen that D man on their third pair? Jesus. Talk about a bruiser. With that ugly mug.
Truthfully, I didn’t care about looks. That had never been the determinative factor over whether I invited someone into my life. Whether for a night or a week or whatever.
You’re no fun.
That’s not what you said the last time you saw me.
Then you got traded and poof…gone. Like, no final beating or anything.
I chuckled.
Claus nudged me. “Hooking up?”
“Nah, old friend. Just a quick drink after the game.”
After the game.
You better believe it.
I grinned as memories assailed me. Mickey had been my one friend away from hockey. Well, away being relative. We’d played in youth hockey together, but he hadn’t been into the game much. Had played for his parents more than for himself. They’d let him bail, and we’d cemented a friendship outside of the rink. Tough to maintain, but we’d always managed.
When I’d gone down the rabbit hole of BDSM when I hit my late teens, I’d confided in Mickey.
He’d gawked and then asked a ton of questions—but he’d never ridiculed. Or tried to talk me out of it. On a lark, he’d volunteered to be my first bottom. We’d had more laughter than serious times, but I figured out what I liked and what I didn’t like. Then I sought out mentors and technique instructors. Finally, I joined Leathr.
Man, I’d had a constant barrage of submissives offering to do anything and everything. At first, I hadn’t wanted to bring sex into the mix. Mickey and I were doing that on the side as well. Totally fuck buddies with benefits. He didn’t treat me differently because I was an orphan or because I was a damn good hockey player. We figured out how to make each other feel good.
Then I figured out how to make other people feel good—whips, floggers, paddles, dragon tongues, bondage, and all kinds of other things. I let my mentors do those things to me because I needed to know. I didn’t get the rush bottoms assured me they got. But I understand the power I wielded every time I did a scene with someone. Eventually I added sex to the mix and holy fuck—that had taken things to an entirely new level of intensity?—
“You think it’s going to be weird?”
I blinked.
Traffic was picking up speed as we made our way through Scarborough.
“Weird?”
“To play your old team,” Claus said. “So soon after leaving.”
I shook my head. “My loyalties are to the Grizzlies now. I’m looking forward to kicking Brampton’s ass.”
Claus chuckled. “You know, I thought you were a little softhearted when you arrived. Trying to make friends. Being a good guy. Now, though? I can see you’re a badass. In the best sense of the word.”
I smiled to myself.You have no idea how badass I can be. He wouldn’t know, of course. No one ever would. Because Coach wasn’t talking and I sure as shit wasn’t confiding in anyone.
