Page 18 of Pucking Them
9:15 – Finance Manager and Captain.
Why does Silas, the ferret faced finance officer, want to see me?
Alone?
Is Silas panicking about poor baseball hat merchandising sales? Does he want to discuss player bonuses? Or does he have an idea to improve finances by putting my admittedly glorious ass on OnlyFans?
I fiddle three times with my cuff links, before tapping onto the private group chat, the Puckups, which I have set up with the team and the honorary members from the staff, Cody and Noah.
Noah is the team’s nurse. Unluckily for him, he is also a distant, poorer relative of Silas, which means that he’s under his influence. Noah is also a bi sub who has had to hide his identity from his traditional, abusive family.
I have tried to help Noah to escape his situation. Freedom is a small town, however, and it’s not easy to make the break, when Silas works at the arena.
I will find a way.
I tap on the Puckups Chat.
I scan the chat, feeling like an ice hockey James Bond, if Bond had real friends because he wasn’t a sociopathic asshole.
My hand tightens around the phone.
Fuck, this isn’t good.
Cody is posting coach’s location like shark sightings, so that the rest of us know where not to swim in the boy aquarium. Atlas is keeping a list of every meeting, while Zach and Grayson are having a back and forth about theshady shitthat they’re hearing.
It makes me most concerned that Lucas, who has connections on the board, has simply written that thingsaren’t chill.
For the youngest team member, who still acts like he’s barely out of the frat house, that’s saying something.
Nerves sit heavy in my chest.
I adjust my tie, checking that it is done up correctly.
Then I raise my hand to knock.
Suddenly, my phone vibrates with a text.
I glance down.
My lips curl into a smile.
It’s fromMY GOOD BOY.
Shay.
He will be in the locker room by now, changing for practice. His mind should be on practice like I ordered. Yet I knew that his thoughts would be with me instead.
If our roles were reversed, I would be thinking about Shay too. In fact, it would be fucking killing me not to attend the meeting with him.
Maybe I won’t do more than afunishmentfor breaking the rule.
My eyes gleam, as I imagine handcuffing Shay naked to our bed and edging him, while he cries prettily and begs but not because he truly wants it to stop…we both know that…but because he doesn’t want me to stop,until he fucking breaks.
Of course, I won’t let him come.
I hope that this text was worth it to him.
Flashing a cruel grin, I read fromMY GOOD BOY:
