Captain's Ice Slave のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The room was dim, when my back hit the mattress hard, then slowly strong hands pinned my wrists above my head before I could even catch my breath."Look at me," he growled, voice low and rough.I did and Jax’s eyes stared deeply into mine. His free hand shoved my thighs apart as he settled between them demandingly. “We’re not on the fucking ice anymore,” he said, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. “No more background, we’re on this bed so take my dick in your mouth and make me happy.”My heart pounded quickly. A part of me wanted to shove him off but then the part of me that had been quietly breaking since the coach’s announcement somehow ached for the relief of giving in.I opened my mouth widely, Jax was already inpatient. He pushed in deep, filling me, the taste of him was overwhelming. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he started moving slowly at first, then he went faster, using my mouth like he owned it. My eyes glistened with tears while my hands flexed uselessl

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 a

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,

The emergency team meeting was called for 6 PM sharp. By the time I walked into the locker room, the air already felt thick with tension and whispers. The usual loud banter and clatter of gear were gone. Instead, the room felt smaller, suffocating, like the walls were closing in on me. I chose the far bench in the corner, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. I kept my head down, staring at my skates, wishing I could disappear. Across from me, Jax sat with his legs spread wide, arms crossed over his broad chest. He still looked every bit the captain confident, untouchable even though his title was hanging by a thread. His eyes met mine for a brief second, dark and intense, before looking away. Coach Harlan stood at the front of the room, arms behind his back, his face grim and tired. Marcus leaned casually against the wall near the door like he owned the place, a smug expression plastered on his face. “Alright, listen up,” Coach started, his voice heavy with disappoin

I stared at Marcus’s message for a long time before making the decision I knew I would regret.The old warehouse near the rink was dark and smelled of rust and damp concrete. I arrived just after midnight, nerves on edge, my breath visible in the cold air. Marcus was already waiting, leaning casually against a stack of old pallets, scrolling through his phone with a smug grin.“You actually came,” he said, slipping the phone into his pocket. “Smart choice.”I stayed near the entrance, arms crossed tightly over my chest. “What do you want? Delete the videos. Leave us alone.”Marcus walked closer, circling me slowly like a predator. “Revenge, mostly. Jax ruined something important to me back in junior league. Cost me a scholarship. Now I’m going to take something from him.”He stopped right in front of me, eyes gleaming. “You’re wasting yourself on him, Kane. He’s toxic, controlling, possessive. I could treat you better. No collars or hiding. Just you and me.”Before I could respond, t