Chapter 2

The words hung between us like a challenge.

“If you are willing to become captain, become my slave then.”

Jax’s voice was low, his body still pinning me against the cold tile. My cock twitched at the words even as my brain screamed this was insane. 

Slave. The word should’ve made me push him away but instead, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

I didn’t answer with words, I kissed him harder than before because I knew that was all the permission he needed.

His hand wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind me who was in control. He spun me around quickly with his chest behind my back, then he slowly pushed my  face into the shower wall. The spray was still running, hot water poured over us as he kicked my legs apart.

“You don’t get to be captain,” he growled against my ear, fingers digging into my hip. “But you can be mine. Say it.”

I bit my lip, slowly as shame and want flooded my body together. 

“Jax…” I called almost breathless.

“Say it, Ethan.”

“I’m… yours.” I moaned.

The slap of his hand on my ass echoed. “Good boy.”

He didn’t prepare much, he just massage his dick with spit and water hastily, then he pushed it inside again, raw and hard. 

I gasped as he pressed my forehead to the tile while he fucked me hard and deep, one of his hands muffling my moans while the other stroked me at the same time and pace with his thrusts. 

Every snap of his hips reminded me of the goal he’d scored, the captaincy he’d stolen, the years I’d lost.

I finally reached my peak and came first, spilling over his fist with a broken cry. He followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me again.

When he pulled out, I slid down the wall with my legs shaking in exhaustion. Jax walked into the shower and just rinsed off. He was so calm, he then tossed me a towel.

“Clean up and keep your mouth shut. This stays between us.” He smirked with his eyes dark. “For now.”

He left me there dripping and feeling used with my heart racing.

I woke up the next morning sore in my dorm bed as every muscle protested. Marks covered my neck and thighs,  hickeys, fingerprints, a bite on my shoulder. 

A proof it wasn’t a dream.

My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Jax: Practice in 30. Don’t be late, slave.

My stomach flipped with anger, arousal and regret at one Anger. 

I dragged myself to the rink, pulled my hoodie high to hide the marks. By the time I arrived the team was already warming up. Jax stood at center ice like he owned the place, barking orders.

Coach blew the whistle. “Good win yesterday, boys and Rivera, that last goal was Captain material, as for you Kane, you showed your heart while crashing the net. Keep it up.”

Jax’s gaze found mine across the ice. He let out a slow smirk. I looked away fast.

Drills were hell. Every time I tried to push forward, Jax was there checking me harder than necessary, hands lingering when he helped me up. 

Once, during a one-on-one, he pinned me against the boards, our bodies pressed tight.

“Still sore?” he whispered, his breath was hot against my helmet. “Good, think about my cock while you skate.”

I shoved him off, as my cheeks burned. A couple of our teammates glanced over, confused by the tension, but no one said anything.

By the end of practice I was exhausted, the whole of my body was aching in ways that had nothing to do with hockey. 

In the locker room, I tried to shower quickly and leave so that I could rest properly but then Jax had other plans.

He waited until most guys cleared out, then cornered me in the equipment room, door locked behind him.

“On your knees.” he commanded

“Jax, someone could—” 

“Now.” he shouted.

The command hit my pride. I dropped to my knees slowly.

He unzipped his trouser and I could see he was already hard. He quickly fed me his cock without warning. I sucked him eagerly, while shame burned in my chest even as I moaned around him. 

He fucked my throat, with his hand fisted in my hair, praising and degrading me in the same breath.

“Look at you. So desperate for the guy who took everything. You hate me, don’t you? But you love choking on my dick.”

I whimpered, tears burned in my eyes. He came down my throat with a low groan, then pulled me up and kissed me messily, tasting himself on my tongue.

“You’re mine now, Ethan. You're my little secret, my stress relief after every win and if you’re good…” He palmed my aching cock through my pants, squeezing just enough to tease. “Maybe I’ll let you come next time.”

He zipped up and left me there, still hard and feeling frustrated with swollen lips.

I hated how much I wanted more of him.

That afternoon, I tried to focus on schoolwork, but my memories with him kept crashing in.

 Years Ago

Jax and I were fourteen, we'd always play street hockey until the streetlights came on. Jax always won, but he never rubbed it in my face. After games we’d sit on the curb, shared sodas and snacks together while talking about our dream of going pro one day.

“You’ll be captain somewhere,” he’d said once, shoulder bumping mine. “And I’ll be right there with you.”

But then later his family moved across the state, though we promised to stay in touch but life got in the way. We lost contact with each other.

I buried the crush and now he was back in my life like this taking control and owning.

The buzzing sound from my phone awakened me from my memories.

I stared at the screen and of course it was him.

Jax: My place tonight. 8pm. Don’t make me come find you.

I stared at the message, thumb hovering. 

Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off but a bigger part of the one still sore from last night, still throbbing from the equipment room knew I’d go.

How did I end up ruining myself like this? I came here to fight for captain but instead of doing that I was becoming Jax Rivera’s secret toy.

The most annoying part is that somehow, am beginning to like it.