Page 55 of Edging Coach
I arched an eyebrow, even though he likely couldn’t see me at this distance. “You mean you wereactuallyobeying me?”
“Yes.” He said the word with absolute surety.
“Good boy. And you like being my good boy, right, Jack?”
“Christ, yes.”
“Did you turn up the heat in your room?” I asked the question as he shuddered.
“It’s warm. I’m hot.”
“Ah, so you’re shivering from desire, and not cold?”
“Yes.” More of a whisper.
“I like that. I never want you to be uncomfortable. Well…unless I do so on purpose.”
“Whatever you want, Sir. Just—” He rubbed his hand over his face. “I really need this, Sir. I’ve been going out of my mind.”
Aren’t we all? Fucking lake-effect snow. “Why are you going out of your mind? A little snow never?—”
“Because I need you. I fucking need you. Commanding me. Dominating me. Fucking me. I need you inside my body. I need you to help me get out from inside my head. The thoughts—” He cut off.
“All about me?”Kind of flattering, but also vaguely concerning. I couldn’t be his be-all and end-all. We shouldn’t have even been doing what we were doing. Submission was fine—obsession was not.
“Yes.” He scrubbed his face again. “No.” He sighed. “I’m thinking about being stuck here and not even able to get to the rink. I’m thinking about injuries. I’m worried we’ll lose momentum. That the guys won’t be able to focus once we’re back in Abbotsford. That Vancouver will call you up?—”
“Me?” We were getting off track, but I was flattered nonetheless.If I get called up to Vancouver…could we finally be together?I just didn’t know.
“Yes, you.”
I couldn’t see, but I was one-hundred percent certain he rolled his eyes.Because I know him that well.“Okay. Grab your cock at the base.” I squinted. “You’re hard, right?”
“Fuck. Oh fuck, yes.” His hand moved. He had a decent camera on his phone, but he’d forgotten to zoom, and I wasn’t going to remind him now.
“You like nipple play, right? When I squeeze them to the point of pain?”
He let out a long moan.
Fucking hell. He needs nipple clamps.Not the nicebutterfly ones, either. Nope, alligator all the way. With a chain between them. I’d have to watch how long he left them on, but?—
My cock stirred.
I eyed the door. Then I slid my hand down my body and under my sleep pants.Only so I don’t come. Right. Like staving off an orgasm was what Ireallywanted. “Right hand, right nipple. Squeeze. Keep stroking, southpaw. Although if you get close, I might have you switch up. Harder to come when your rhythm is faltering.”
“Ambidextrous with left hand dominating.”
“Oh really. You haven’t mentioned that before.” His labored breathing in my ear was the best fucking aphrodisiac ever. “You want me to recite French poetry? Will that derail you? Because you’re breathing awfully heavily. Don’t want you to come too soon. Hell, I might not let you come at all.”
“Please. I love your accent. I won’t understand…but would you?”
I had several to choose from. Ones I’d committed to memory. “I think you’ll like this one.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and sank into André Chénier.
Ainsi le jeune amant, seul, loin de ses délices,
S’assied sous un mélèze au bord des précipices,
Et là, revoit la lettre où, dans un doux ennui,
