Chapter 5

The blurry photo from Marcus stayed in my mind. I barely slept, I kept thinking about everything Jax’s threats and the new co-captain weight crushing my chest. 

By morning, I made a decision that I couldn’t keep doing this, not if I wanted to salvage any piece of the guy who came to Hazard High to fight for his dream.

I texted Jax before practice: We need to talk, meet me after team bonding alone.

His reply was instant.

Jax: You don’t make demands, slave. But fine, my place after.

Team bonding was at a local pizza place near the rink. The guys were loud, hyped after the Ridgeview win. Tyler sat next to me, laughing at something stupid, his knee brushing mine under the table. I didn’t pull away fast enough.

Jax watched from across the booth, eyes like knives. His hand under the table clenching his fork until his knuckles went white.

Marcus had sent me another text that morning.

Marcus: Tell your captain I have more pics. Meet me tonight or the team chat gets them.

I ignored it for now, I wanted to talk to Jax first before knowing what to do.

After pizza, I followed Jax to his apartment in silence. The second the door shut, he was on me, shoving me against the wall.

“You wanted to talk?” he growled, buckling it tight. “Talk while I fuck the stupidity out of you.”

“Jax, stop.” I pushed his chest weakly. “This has to end. The co-captain thing, Marcus threatening us and…Tyler. I’m beginning to lose myself. I came here for hockey. I just wanted to be captain not your secret whore.”

Something flickered in his eyes. He stepped back, but only to drag me to the bedroom roughly. He tied my wrists to the headboard instead of the usual rough treatment. He went slower this time and very careful.

“You think you can just walk away?” he said, voice rough as he stripped me. “After you let me in? After you begged?”

He opened me up with his fingers, slow and deep. He let his eyes lock on mine. There was blindfold or gag today just us.

“I hate you,” I whispered, even as my body pushed into him. Tears watered my eyes as I spoke. “You took everything. The captaincy, my pride, my dignity and now this.”

Jax froze above me immediately I completed my statement with his cock pressed against my entrance. For a long moment, he just stared without saying a word. Then slowly he pushed himself into me moving slowly with a lot of intimacy. This time it wasn't the punishing fuck I expected or maybe something worse, it was love making.

“I didn’t take shit,” he muttered against my neck, thrusting deep. “You gave it to me. Every moan, every yes sir. You’ve wanted this since we were kids on the street.”

He fucked me deepere but slower like he was trying to prove something. Deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me and his hand stroking me at the same time and rhythm. The collar tugged with every movement. I cried out, as the pleasure satisfied my every craving and at the same time I felt shameful.

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” I sobbed, hips still rocking up to meet him. “I hate this, I hate how much I need you.”

Jax’s rhythm slowed instantly. He buried his face in my neck, as his teeth grazed my skin, his thrusts were inconsistent “You think you’re the only one cracking?” he rasped. “I was supposed to hate you for showing up and threatening everything I built but instead I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop owning you.”

The confession hit me harder than any whip he whipped me with his belt. For a few minutes, it wasn’t slave and master, it was just the two of us broken boys who used to share dreams. 

He slowly kissed me like he meant it and immediately I came heavily, shaking apart beneath him. He followed right after as I groaned , spilling deep inside with a broken groan.

We lay still, his dick still inside me and his fingers tracing the collar absently.

We were both silent, the only sound was our breath the slowly he spoke.

“I could step down,” he said quietly. “ I will let you have full captaincy, if that’s what you want.”

My heart stopped beating loud for a moment. The offer was everything I have ever dreamed of but hearing it now in the tone, with him still inside me and his cum still leaking out of me, his marks all over my body, it felt hollow.

Before I could answer, his phone exploded with the sound of notifications.

Then mine almost at the same time.

It was messages from the Team group chat.

Multiple photos flooded in immediately. I was on my knees in Jax’s apartment with a collar on, blindfolded, his hand fisted in my hair. Another  picture of us was when we were in the locker room shower, our bodies pressed close and clear enough that no one could deny it.

Marcus: Captain and Co-Captain got a special arrangement. Thought the team should know who’s really leading.

Then messages exploded under the pictures 

Tyler: WTF is this? 

Coach was typing…

Jax stood up, face pale with anger. “That bastard.”

I stared at my phone with fear and my heart pounding loudly, wrists still loosely tied to the bed. 

My career, my spot on the team everything was about to go down the drain.

Jax looked at me with his eyes wild. “Ethan… I’ll fix this. But you have to…”

A loud knock hammered on the apartment door stopping him for completing his sentence.

Then a voice followed after. “Rivera! Kane! Open up. Now.” It was our Coach’s voice. “We need to talk.”

The door rattled again harder.