Page 41 of A Gold Medal in Love

“I hate you!” I yell back at them as I stand up from the wipeout.

Bzz.The vibrator that Blake stuck inside my pussy and trapped underneath my tights and my leotard goes off, making me falter in my forward glide. This is not the first time the vibrator has gone off. My costume is soaking fucking wet, and not just from sweat.

“Now, now. That’s not how we get anywhere,” Blake croons, and I look over to see their grin blinding me from all the way across the ice. “You got this! Just have fun with it!”

Muttering to myself, I skate around, shaking off the fall from my latest attempt at the triple axel.

As if destroying churches wasn’t enough for me, today Blake is trying to ruin the peace and quiet of my ice time… or so I would protest to them. But the real truth is that I haven’t had this much fun skating in a really long time. Somehow, Blake has relieved some of the pressure that’s on me to kill this jump. Instead, they’ve turned my session into something silly and joyful. It’s one hell of a way to spend Valentine’s Day… not that wearevalentines.

This is also definitely not Coach-approved, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

I don’t know, though. I feel more motivated to land this than I have in a long time. I’ve got a vibrator inserted, “Golden” by HUNTR/X is playing while we both sing along, and Blake is watching me. Having their eyes on me is its own kind of pressure, sure, but they’re constantly encouraging me, not deriding me. It’s a welcome change.

“Cupcake, Cupcake, Cupcake!” Blake chants, and I can see the phone has been set down, much to my bittersweet bliss.

I sing loudly as I do a camel spin. It was one of the earliest spins I perfected; therefore, it’s one of my favorites.

Nicely pumped up, I transition out of it and directly into building up speed. My right knee bends deeply, and I move onto the forward edge of my blade, confident thatthis timewill bethe time. Everything slows down as I rotate counterclockwise three and a half times. Rumi’s voice sings in my head, spurring me to victory. My body is perfectly tight. I can feel the ladders of my abs tightening to maintain the necessary core strength.

And then… I land on the backward outside edge of my left foot. My face breaks out in a victorious smile, but I’ve counted my chickens too early. My ankle completely crumples underneath me, and I go down—hard.

I scream my defeat to the heavens and lie there for a second, not feeling a rush to get up since I know Blake is certainlygoing to go easier on me than Coach. But not that long into my interlude, Blake appears in my view.

“You’re extremely tall in your skates,” I say nonsensically.

“You’re extremely short when you’re lying on the ice,” Blake responds, their expression absent of teasing. “How’s that ankle?”

“Ugh. The more important question is how my pride is,” I grumble.

“Imani,” Blake bites out.

“I’m fine!” I assert, but their expression still displays intense worry. “Truthfully, Sir.” I stand easily, skating a circle around their stationary person.

“You’re grimacing while you do it. But nice try, Cupcake. To the doctor we go,” Blake announces.

“How can you—I wasn’t—Hey! No! I have to practice more!” I wail.

Blake folds their arms and cocks their head. “You can be carried out of here if you want to. Or you can skate over to the gateway, take those cute little skates off, and walk out of here yourself,” they threaten.

“You wouldn’t,” I parry. “It would make a scene. We’d be a scandal. ‘Next on the Olympics: two unlikely players who formed a romantic relationship.’” I stick my tongue out at them.

Blake’s expression darkens. “Fucking watch me.” They come closer as though to make good on their word.

“Fuck! I’ll do it!” I screech, skating over to do as they say. When I’m sitting and unlacing my skates, I feel another littlebzz.I look up, glaring at Blake as they come through the gateway themself. “You’ve gotta be shitting on my dick.”

Blake throws their head back and laughs. “You’re being a fucking brat. I’m gonna do this all through the doctor visit.” They lean forward and grasp my neck. “And then, if the doctor clearsyou, I’m going to take you home and fuck the brattiness right outta you.”

I gulp at their words, especially noting the way they say “home.” Wow, can’t go down that road. Beware all ye who enter here, and all that. “Yes, Sir,” I simply answer.

Blake nods and then sits down to unlace their own skates, but pauses in the middle. “I’m so proud of you for that jump, though. I was waiting for you to make it consistently during this practice so that we could have even more fun. Because come on, nailing the triple axel at the same time as you orgasm would be so cool.”

Bzz.

I roll my eyes even as I shriek.

I manage to walk to the doctor, but I have to push Blake off of me the whole time, and not in the normal way—they constantly ask if I need support or to be outright carried. And I know I’m setting myself up for punishment later, but I meet their inquiries with bratting, which they give me more and more vibrations for.

By the time I’m on that thin paper sheet talking to the nurse, I’ve been edged to my limit.