All Chapters of PUCK & PUNISHMENT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

CHAPTER TWOAsher's PerspectiveIt's Eight p.m at the Venom's mansion. Which was purposefully built by the four of us for our privacy and entertainment. First four floors our rooms and here at the fifth floor is Play room. Music blasts while heavy tension about a particular someone sits in the airThere is something different about the wacko, and the way my body reacted to him is insane,which means I need to teach him a lesson."How is he the same person from six weeks ago?" Vlad roars, wincing at the pain in his hand."His records only show three weeks in a rehab center then home" Caden says,voice tense with a tiny worryI throw a dart"Bullseye" One of the college girls scream, walking towards me and I glare at her making her stop."So he learned to fight and talk back in three fucking weeks?" Vlad retorts.Shoving glasses off the table, making the women nearby scream.My mind wanders back to the ice. Remington on top of me. His palm on my chest. The way his cock pressed against min

ASHER POVI’m on the ice alone, which isn't unusual since it’s eleven PM. The rink at this hour is mine.Just me, the cold air biting into me and the quiet company of the arena that’s a polar opposite of the inside of my skull. This is the only place that makes sense to me since I can’t sleep. My brain won't stop looping the image of a certain thick-muscled, chiseled-jawed guy on his knees, taking my full length into his mouth. I skate my puck into the post but it miss,the fifth time tonight. Not because I can't play but because each time my stick scratch through the ice, my brain supplies the sound of Remington gagging on my cock. His nails scratching on my thighs and the wet patch on his pants only I sawI’ve watched the clip over six times. Each time gets me as hard as the last, which is a big fucking problem.I plant my skate deep against the ice, cold air burning my lungs as I weave through the cones, my stick snapping sharply against the puck.I cut hard left, drop my shoulders