Chapter 3

I stared at the text for the tenth time.

Jax: My place. 8pm. Don’t make me wait, slave.

My thumb hovered over the reply button. I should tell him to leave me alone or maybe even block him and focus on earning my spot on the team the right way.

But still , I typed on my way and clicked sent.

Jax lived off-campus in an apartment building near the rink, am sure it's probably paid for by his family or some scholarship perk. 

The doorman didn’t even blink when I gave his name. By the time I reached his entrance door, my heart was beating fast like I was about to step on the ice for a championship game.

Before I could knock, he opened the door shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. 

The sight of him made my mouth go dry.

“You’re late,” he said, with his voice flat.

“Two minutes.”

Jax grabbed my hoodie and yanked me inside, kicking the door shut. He pushed me against  the door immediately with  one hand on my throat, the other already shoving under my waistband.

“Rules,” he growled against my lips. “You come when I say. You speak when I say. You’re mine to use, break, and put back together. Understand?”

I nodded, already half-hard.

“Words, Ethan.”

“Yes… Sir.”

His eyes darkened with approval. “Good boy.”

He didn’t waste time. Within minutes I was stripped naked in his bedroom, he bounded my wrists behind my back with a hockey skate lace he’d clearly prepared. He uses a black silk tie as a blindfold. My body narrowed to the sound, his touch, and his voice.

“On your knees.” he commanded 

I dropped to my knees, the carpet bit into my skin but he didn't care instead Jax’s hand fisted in my hair as he fed me his cock, slow and deep while controlling every inch. 

I choked so hard that tears soaked the blindfold, but I took it. 

Every thrust, every groan he gave me satisfied that twisted part of me that craved for this and more.

He pulled out just before he came, breathing ragged. “Not yet.”

He dragged me to the bed, bent me over the edge, ass up. Then he whipped his belt across my ass and that made me cry out. Pain flooded my body hot and sharp, followed by his palm soothing the sting.

“You think you deserve to be captain?” Another strike. “You think you can take what’s mine?”

“No, Sir,” I gasped.

“Louder.”

“No!”

He spanked me until my ass was burning and my cock was leaking onto his sheets. Then he was inside me raw, thick, and hard. No slow movement, just deep and rough while spanking me with punishing strokes that made the bed creak and my bound hands strain uselessly.

“Say it again,” he demanded, hand wrapping around my throat from behind. “Who owns this hole?”

“You do, Jax. Oh fuck, you alone.” 

He pushed me to the edge mercilessly, as his thrust deepened and became faster. He finally brought me to the brink with his hand and cock, then stopped but just for a second before he turned me over again, rough and fast until I began sobbing, begging with a broken dry voice.

“Please… let me come. Please, Sir.”

Only then did he finally let go. I came so hard my vision whited out behind the blindfold, body shaking violently. Jax followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me with a loud groan.

For a few minutes afterward, he stayed inside me, stroking my back almost gently. He loosened the blind fold, gently untied my wrists and pulled me against his chest.

“You did good,” he murmured, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to my temple. “My perfect little slave.”

I hated how much those words warmed me but I loved the way he sounded soft now, but it didn’t last. 

He rolled away, grabbing his phone like I was just another workout completed. “Shower if you want, then go. We have early practice tomorrow.”

The harsh way he sent me away stung worse than the belt.

I cleaned up in silence, legs still shaky. As I pulled on my clothes, Jax spoke from the doorway.

“Tomorrow after practice, equipment room again and Ethan?” His eyes were still. “No one finds out, if you breathe a word, and I find out I’ll make sure you never see the ice again.”

I nodded, throat tight, and left.

The next day’s practice was torture. Every shift of my weight reminded me of the marks hidden under my gear. Jax was still the perfect captain on the ice, loud, focused and unmoved but every time our eyes met, I felt owned.

During scrimmage, he checked me into the boards harder than necessary. As he helped me up, his gloved hand squeezed my ass discreetly.

“Still feeling me?” he whispered.

I shoved him off, as my face started turning red.

In the locker room, one of the guys Tyler, our goalie gave me a weird look. “You and Rivera got some old beef or something? You two are weird around each other lately.”

“Just adjusting to the new team,” I muttered but

Tyler didn’t look convinced.

Later, alone in my dorm, my phone buzzed.

Jax: Good boys get rewards, while bad ones get punished. You’ve been thinking too much today. My place again tonight, bring the skate laces.

I stared at the screen, as shame and excitement were warring. A zooms I got dressed to go to him again, a new text came in from Coach.

Coach: Team meeting tomorrow. We’re voting on additional leadership roles. Some of the guys think you’ve got captain 6yyy, Kane. Show up ready.

My stomach tightened. If Jax found out things would get more ugly.