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Chapter 15

Ainsley

S o the man is good at basketball. Shocker!

We’re on our third round, and a crowd is now forming, which I should have considered before bringing him here. Him being a professional athlete and all. I’m sitting back now, hidden in the crowd, watching as he shoots with a little kid that begged to play with him. The gentle giant himself just couldn’t refuse. He had already made a massacre of playing me and got me a giant stuffed basketball. It's twice the size of my head, but I love it. I see the crowd growing and phones coming out to take pictures and videos. I sink further back in the crowd, out of habit. This was my life growing up around Liam, and I don’t want my presence to negatively affect anyone I care about. The media always has a way of twisting things around. Just ask Liam’s agent. That man has to have the PR team on speed dial by now.

I tuck my stuffed ball under my arm and eat the rest of my funnel cake with my hands. My eyes slowly track his muscles as they tighten and flex each time he goes to shoot. I don’t even mind the fact that I’m staring at every inch of him, constantly getting a flash of that belt around his waist as he jumps to shoot. His calves are freaking bulging as he hops up to shoot, which also causes his tight ass to bounce. I sigh too loud, and I look around, hoping people take it as my love of this stringy donut thing covered in powdered sugar, not me ogling over the man in front of me. I look up and notice I’m not the only girl taking him in. I know it comes with the territory; I don’t let it get in my head. I roll my shoulders back and shrug. I brought him here. He is here to spend time with me.

The buzzer goes off, and I realize he let the kid win. The fucker.

He has a soft spot for playing ball with kids, but apparently not me. The Titans will love pulling him for the kids’ camps next year, though. He turns, clearly searching through the crowd for me, before he spots me and smirks.

He bends down and whispers something to the little boy, signs the back of his shirt, and gives him a hug. Walking through the crowd over to me with a spark in his eye and determination in his steps. I notice the game attendant ushering everyone along, telling them to go on and enjoy the day. I pick up another piece of my funnel cake to eat, opening my mouth to make sure I catch all the powdered sugar. He comes right up to me, bending his face so his lips are almost at the tip of my nose. He looks down and then snags a piece of funnel cake in my hand with his mouth.

I pull my hand back, trying to safeguard the next bite as he laughs and turns to grab my giant basketball from my hands.

He looks up at my face again, probably taking in the shade of red that is now covering it.

“Hey, Lee.” He calls over.

“Yep!” I pop the P as he bends down again closer to my face. I can feel his warm, sweetened breath on my cheek.

“You got a little sugar…right…here.” He says as he sticks his tongue out and licks my cheek.

Well, if I wasn’t red before, I must look like the freaking Hawaiian Punch Man now. I brush the back of my hand over where he licked as I hear his low laugh.

“Thanks for that. Let’s get going. I have another spot I want to show you before you have to get back.” I explain, pulling him towards the exit closest to the water, making our way to the docks by the ferries.

“Are we going on a ride, Lee?”

“Something like that.” I grin, go to the ticket booth, and get us tickets for the next ferry to Centre Island.

It's almost dinnertime, and I brought some Greek food from Sou’s for us to have once we get to my favorite spot by the water. We climb up the steps of the ferry, and I stand over the end of the upper deck to watch as we pull away and the city comes into landscape view. I feel Shawn’s steps behind me as he wraps his arms around my shoulders. Tucking my back into his chest, I sink back, taking in this city mixed with his smells and warm embrace.

I’m home.

* * *

W e walked for a while before we got to the spot I wanted us to eat at, but it was nice to get some steps in after all the snacks we ate. I found the bench where Mimi and I would sit at and take out the food I had brought us for dinner.

Shawn takes a bite of his food and looks out at the water, taking in the city.

“Damn, this is so good. Thanks for bringing this for me to try. The food and the city. I get it, Lee. Truly, I get it. This place just makes you feel a certain way.”

I smile as I chew, swallowing another bite. “Yeah, just wait until you experience wintertime.”

“I don’t know. I think I might like it since I’m with a trainer, practicing, or at games a lot in the winter. Plus, it would be cool to put on a pair of skates again and see what I can do.”

“Oh, shit! Please never say that in front of Liam. He would make us all get on the ice, so that he can show off.” I say in a slight panic because the second my attention adoring brother can get on the ice, he becomes a different person, which is probably what makes him so loved and hated throughout the league.

He laughs. “I don’t know. I think I might be able to take him. I almost did as kids, and I was 2 years younger than him.”

I glare at him. Athletes think they can do it all, am I right?

“In the middle of your season… you want to risk getting on some skinny knives attached to shoes and try to out-skate a professional hockey player, and not just any hockey player, one that rivals Connor McDavid?”

He sits back and nods as he chews on his last bite.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Just a fun skate would probably be the best. I’ll text the group later on this winter.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Are you about ready to head back? The sun will start to set soon, and we need to catch the ferry back.”

I ask, packing my empty container to take to the garbage can. He looks back and forth and sees the old boating dock with rentals for the day. Bringing his eyes to mine as a smile takes over his face.

“They’re super expensive, Shawn! I honestly thought those boats, more like yachts, were for when celebrities wanted to come over and not take the ferry.”

“Well, good thing you’re with a celebrity.”

He smiles and packs up his stuff, still carrying my bag and giant stuffed ball. We walk towards the desk manager at the dock. Shawn clears his throat, and the manager extends his arm to Shawn.

“Hi, Mr. Salisu. Do you need a boat to return to the city?” Our eyes snap to one another.

“Um, hi. You know who I am?” Shawn says, taken aback.

“Of course, you’re going to bring us the championship this year, right?”

The older man looks at him with hopeful eyes. I should have known; Torontonians love sports. That’s why S.T.O.T was created, but I forget how everyone becomes so enthralled with the players. Leaning over to me, he whispers.

“See, you’re with a celebrity.” I laugh as he responds to the manager.

“Oh, I’ll do my best. This is my first time on the island, and we were looking for a way to make our way back slowly to the city.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Our largest yacht is free for the evening, and we will give you the first charter on the house.”

The manager offers as he makes a quick call and has us follow him down the dock. As much as this doesn’t surprise me, I still get so excited to step into the celebrity athlete world.

I skip down the dock, eager to see the boat, and I look back to see Shawn flipping through his wallet. It must be such a weird change going from college to a professional league. His eyebrows crease as he pulls out two red Canadian bills.

Shawn stops the manager, handing him the cash.

“I appreciate your kindness. I wish I had more on me.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Mr. Salisu. I’m happy to help. Do you mind signing this for me?”

The manager takes out one of the red bills and a pen from his back pocket. Shawn signs it as we continue down the dock, following him onto the boat. Scratch that. He said it was a yacht, and this thing is for sure a freaking yacht. What the hell?

There are three stories, two jacuzzis, one large pool on the top main deck, a fucking gym, and four master suites.

“Want to take a trip on this thing, Lee?” Shawn adds, looking around the main deck.

“Fuck, right? How slow can we go to make it back to the city?” I laugh.

“As slow as you want; typically, the slow route takes about two hours.” The captain states, coming up behind us.

“Oh thanks. That’s perfect. That would get us back in just enough time to catch a car back to my place.” Shawn explains to our captain.

We make our way over to the pool area towards the front of this mansion on the water. I bend down, taking off my socks and shoes. I sit down and stick my feet in the cool water as we pull away. Oranges and purples paint the evening sky, and I look over to see Shawn taking off his shoes as he takes a seat next to me.

He nudges my shoulder. “This has been the best day, Lee. Thanks for showing me some of your favorite parts of the city.”

“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I say, secretly wanting him to fall just as deeply in love with this city as I am.

“I’m glad it was with you.” He says, smiling over at me. He reaches up, swipes the hair closest to him away from my face, and tucks it behind my ear.

“Hopefully, I made it feel a little more like home for you,” I say as I drop my chin, knowing he must miss his family.

He takes his pointer finger and hooks it under my chin.

“You feel like home to me.” He whispers as he brings his lips to mine.

My pussy instinctively contracts, feeling the wetness building as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine. He pulls me close, pressing my chest against his. As a small whimper escapes my mouth, his hands slide down my arms to the base of my waist. I need to feel every part of this man on me. He’s so warm, so sweet, so intoxicating. I just want more, something to relieve this flame burning wildly in my core.

My hands roam under his shirt, feeling his rough chest hair around his pecks, then they fall to his smooth and defined abs that just keep fucking going. How many abs does this man have?

Sheesh.

I reach his waist and go for the edge of his shorts, but I stop.

The belt.

I pull away from him abruptly, and he stares back at me with hopeful eyes.

“You good, baby?”

He asks me in question after my sudden stop.

I nod excitedly, still trying to catch my breath from wanting to attack his face with my mouth and wanting to take this further. But how? I already know he will be so kind and attentive to me when exploring this kink, but I don’t want us to stumble into something we can’t come back from.

“What are you thinking, Sunshine?”

“I, ummm...”

He takes both of his hands and clamps them on each of my cheeks.

“You are safe with me. You can tell me anything. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

I close my eyes as a shout out.

“I’m cashing in.” I pry an eye open to look over at him.

“Cashing in? On what?” He encourages.

I point, motioning my hands around his waist, gesturing towards his belt.

He laughs as he slowly lifts the edge of his shirt. “Ohhhh, this?”

He unbuckles the first strap and pulls it through the loop. I bite my bottom lip as I do kegels to get my pussy to calm down.

“Lee, if you want something to happen, you have to use your words. This is your list. Your kink, baby. You can do this.”

“Yes, now. I want you now.”

I swallow, nodding along with my words. He stands, and I see the hard tent in his pants that is right at my eye level.

“Shit.”

I say under my breath, and he lets out a deep chuckle.

“Glad you were able to say what you wanted. Follow me.”

He holds out his hand, and I take it, standing up. We make our way to the bottom deck to the main suites, opening the door to the room at the end of the hall. The windows are encasing us in from the water on the other side. It’s beautiful and lights up the room with a blue tint. The bed in the middle of the room is huge, with four posts on each corner. I follow Shawn as he sets down his phone on the nightstand, pulling out a pack of at least ten condoms.

“You came prepared this time?” I smile.

“I might have bought several packs and put them in more convenient places for us to be ready when you are.”

He smirks again as his eyes turn into a deeper shade of brown.

I begin to remove my shirt, but he stops me.

“Do you remember our safe word?”

“Foul.”

“Good girl, now go fucking slow for me, Sunshine.”

He sits back on the bed and removes his shirt, only wearing his white tank underneath, his shorts and belt already undone. I stand back and slowly pick up the bottom of my tee with both hands, raising it over my head to expose the red lace bra underneath.

I hear a slight groan, and I look up to see Shawn run his hands up and down his thighs.

“Fuck, those tits.”

I smile and keep going as Shawn hits play on a smooth song on his phone. I let the beat reinforce my confidence as I unbutton my shorts. Wiggling my ass to the beat as my shorts drop to the floor, leaving me in my red lace thong that matches my bra.

“Shit. God damn it. Spin for me, baby.” He says as he drops his head and twirls a finger.

I wait for him to look back up and start turning in a circle slowly so he can take it all in. I’m about halfway around my back to him when I hear him growl.

“Fuck this.”

The next thing I know, I’m yanked backward and tossed onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows perfectly. His mouth takes over mine, diving his tongue back in and I suck it. He lets out a moan as I feel his cock pressing into my leg.

“You ready to be my good little slut?”

“Fuck yes, always B.”

I’m practically panting from the switch from provoking to degradation. He sits up and pulls his belt off with one hard pull. He loops the belt in his hand and looks at me.

“I wouldn’t do any of this with you, Lee, if I didn’t fully trust you with my heart, mind, and body. Do you trust me? His unwavering support, even knowing the pain involved, makes trusting him effortless.

“Of course I do, Shawn.”

He gently runs the smooth leather across my leg before stepping back.

“Good.”

He raises the belt and brings it down hard across my bra. Slapping it across my breasts in one fluid motion.

“Fuck!” I yell.

He already has the belt on the bed next to me and begins kneading both breasts in his hands, calming the sting.

“Arch for me.”

I press my shoulder blades back and lift my breasts towards him. He swoops one hand under my back and twists at the back of my bra clasp, releasing my tits from their cage. His hands dragging down the front of my bra, exposing my nipples to the cool air, instantly making them form stiff peaks. He sighs, pinching them between his fingers before he pulls up and drops them.

“I’m starting with these tonight.”

He stands up at the end of the bed, removes his tank, and slides his shorts and boxers off in one sweep. Freeing his cock, causing me to squirm in anticipation.

“Crawl to me.”

Say less, baby. I sit up, get on my hands and knees, and approach him. He picks up the belt and wraps it in a loop as I reach him and sit up. Quickly snapping the tough leather across my bare tits. Every strike of the leather on my skin, followed by gentle touches, feels like it’s training my body to trust him more and more.

Pain, pleasure, passion. Repeat.

I moan, taking in the sting as his tongue licks up my nipple before he inhales it into his mouth. He repeats this on the other breast. Then puts his hands on my waist to hall me up and spin me so I’m now laying across his knees, his cock pressed against my tits. I hear it before I feel it. He brings the belt up and snaps it over my ass, making me scream. Wetness floods my core even more than before. It’s starting to drip slowly down my thighs. I wiggle, trying not to let the liquid get on Shawn, but he picks up and snaps the belt down again.

“You like this, don’t you? Sexy ass.”

“Uh-huh.” Is all I’m able to get out right now. I know he has to feel how wet I am now.

He sucks in a breath and stands me up, taking a hand and swiping it in between my folds in one claiming motion.

He groans and brings his covered hand to spread my wetness all over my tits. Lathering up my tits. His voice has now dropped even lower, his eyes set in pure lust.

“Give me your hands.”

I hold out my hands for him, and he loops the belt over my wrists three times and then buckles it tight. He pushes me back on the bed, climbing over the top of me until his balls are just above my belly button. He grabs my wrists and throws them up over my head, holding both my trapped hands with only one of his.

“These stay up here. If you move them, our next kink will not be nearly as kind as this experience.”

My eyes shoot up. This is kind? He must see the question on my face because he just laughs.

Fisting his cock with one hand, he slowly pumps it from root to tip. I observe his movements before I look back up into his eyes. He winks as he spits on my tits, giving them even more wetness than before, and slowly sliding the tip of his deep brown dick in between my tits. Grabbing a tit with each hand to push them together. He slowly starts to press his cock in the small opening between my breasts.

“You going to be a good cumslut and take every fucking drop I give you?”

Um, yes please. I want all the things Shawn will fucking give me and he knows it. I nod back and forth as my eyes find his.

He grabs my tits harder and begins furiously thrusting back and forth, making the sloppiest sounds I have ever heard. His cock hitting my chin with each thrust. He picks up his pace. I can feel the veins in his cock throbbing as he fucks the shit out of my tits.

“Fuck B! I want more.”

I encourage him to keep going harder, just like he does to me. As I stick my tongue out to get a taste of the pre-cum leaking off the tip of his cock.

“Shit, Lee! Yes, just like that.” He pulls forward, grinding his dick deeper into me.

“Open up, baby.”

I open my mouth wider, tongue out, waiting as he shoves his cock through my tits, the first few inches of his cock pushing into my mouth. I sit there with my tongue out, trying to lap up all the cock that comes my way.

The inner muscles of my pussy shutter and I rub my thighs together to give myself some of the friction I’m craving. Swirling my tongue around his dripping tip, he groans as his thrusts pick up.

“Where do you want my cum, baby?”

“Paint my tits, B.”

Just a ‘B’ leaves my lips, I hear a low “Oh fuck!” and cum is spraying over my tits. I look down, admiring his work. I smile, then stick out my tongue. He swipes up his cum on his thumb and shoves it into my mouth.

“Suck it, slut.”

Sucking the salty sweetness he covered me with off his thumb. He growls and starts massaging his cum into my tits. I attempt to sit myself up, and he jerks forward to pin me down.

“Did I say you could move your hands?”

“Fuck, no. I thought you were done.”

He smirks.

“Oh no, Sunshine. We’re just getting started.”