Slap Shot Book Novels & Stories

’ She demanded as he pushed up his shirt shoved off her panties and brought his large hand down with a responding slap making her yelp as it stung her still tender ass, ‘You think it is okay to come down to my office flashing your tits off to my men? Slap, slap, slap.’ ‘What are you talking about I’ve got your shirt on.’ She cried out and his hand c

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

I gave her the robe for her walk over, then put mine on. "When you're sold at auction, slave," I said, "the money is donated to charity. Which charity will you be fucking for?" "I don't know. I can't think," Sandy said. "I'm so nervous." "But you're also aroused, aren't you?" I asked. "Juice is running down my leg," she admitted. "Cindy donated to a battered women's shelter. Would you like to do the same?" "That sounds fine." "A little warning. The slave serving the players needs is subject to inspection and handling ahead of time. Expect to be groped and fondled when the players arrive. Master Dan, you may wish to give your slave permission to cum the rest of the night."

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Her head was thrashed back, her long hair sweeping across the paper-covered table. I started to vary the strokes—three short, shallow stabs followed by one long, soul-searching thrust that made her toes curl. "Is that the spot? Huh? Tell me how much you love it!" I demanded, my hand coming down hard against her thigh. The slap sounded like a gunshot in the sterile room.

My hand moved before I even realized what I was doing. SLAP. Her head snapped to the side and the sound echoed loudly across the room. Silence followed. Her head slowly turned back toward me. Shock covered her face like she couldn’t believe it. I slapped her again. SLAP. And again. SLAP. And again. SLAP. And again. SLAP. My palm burned, my arm hurt but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Every slap carried everything she had done. Every insult. Every look. Every word. Every moment she had tried to destroy me.

Every word dripped with triumph. Then, Lucas lashed out, the slap ringing through the air like a shot.

“Poor Adam Stillman. By all rights, he had a bright athletic future ahead of him, until . . . ” I slap the table, jittering our coffee cups, the salt and pepper shakers, and the book itself. “Did you know? All this time, when hunters were scouring the woods for a ‘large wolf-like creature’ . . . did you know that this girl killed . . . God, I can’t believe I’m saying this . . . that she ATE Adam Stillman?”

Slap! Madeline Carter slapped Dehect across the face. "You useless piece of trash. You can’t do anything right." Her anger seemed to escalate with each insult. She slapped him again. "What else can you do besides fooling around with women?" Dehect, now pushed to his limit, retaliated by slapping Madeline twice. "Have you forgotten what I can do?" Madeline, shocked that Dehect dared to hit her, was furious. She panted heavily, clutching her swollen face.

In the final minutes, the Blizzard collapse into a defensive shell—all five skaters packed in front of the net, the ice between them and Elias measured and contested. Elias circles the perimeter like a shark. He waits. He watches. Then, in a sudden explosion of violence, he winds up. From twelve meters out, he unleashes a slap shot that tears through the air with the force of a detonating shell. It's a "slap" that echoes like a gunshot. The puck screams past the goalie's glove before the man can even blink, ripping into the mesh. "Holy shit," Lucas breathes, skating toward his captain. "I am so glad we're on the same team."