Page 34 of Total Assist (For Puck’s Sake #13)

DASAN

I don’t care about losing. I mean, it’s part of the game. Obviously, none of us want to lose a game. I’m not even sure why tonight’s game frustrated me. There weren’t any bullshit calls. In fact, there weren’t many missed calls either.

Which reminds me of that dipshit ref, Matt. That was his name, right? One of these days, I’ll ask what came of that. All I know is that he hasn’t reffed any of our games again, and that’s been enough for me.

Marion is feeling irritated because one of the goals that made it in bounced off his arm. I think he’s also feeling embarrassed.

Coach still swaps out our goalies regularly, and I go back and forth on whether I like that strategy or not. It’s worked out in our favor on a few occasions, though. For instance, when Felton was suspended for four games last season and Marion had to fill in.

Marion was ready. He plays regularly, and I don’t really care what anyone says, just being good at goal in practice is pretty useless. That’s nowhere near the same thing as playing against another team for real.

He was ready, and we were all thankful that Coach kept to his plan to swap the goalies out. My only true frustration left over this decision is that Coach doesn’t bother to put in the goalie who’s historically good against a particular team, and I think he should.

It’s not that I don’t understand his reasoning.

Both goalies need to be at their best against all teams—instances like Felton’s suspension as proof in point.

But seriously, Felton should have been in goal tonight.

Marion’s play style is not the best against Toronto.

Felton does much better in net when we play them.

However, hockey is over. I shake it off as I step into the elevator and head up to the sixth floor and Shively’s room. He’s no longer Coach Shively right now. He’s my omega, Shiv.

I’ve never heard anyone call him Shiv. It just spilled out of my mouth that first night in the hotel room at the black-tie event. Shively never commented on it, so I guess I claimed it as my own.

I stopped at a restaurant with Felton and Willits after the game, so I’m a little later returning to the hotel than I would be otherwise.

As I wait for the elevator to deliver me to the correct floor, I stick my hands in my pockets to wrap around the items I’m bringing with me.

It’s a good thing my jacket is loose. In one pocket, I have a pair of cuffs and a travel bondage rig that I can put under the mattress.

The other pocket has a cocksleeve and lube.

The pocket of my trousers has a gift for my sweet omega.

Something that is going to make him happier than all the orgasms tonight.

The hall is empty and silent as I walk down it. I use the card that Shively snuck me and open the door to his dark room. The bathroom light is on, illuminating the entryway. I don’t let the door slam but guide it shut until I can lock us in tightly.

Shively’s kneeling form can barely be made out through the deep shadows of the room. This simply won’t do tonight. After kicking off my shoes, I step into the room. Shively’s looking at me, naked, hands behind his back, cock beautifully decorated with his collar.

I’d thought that the chastity cages were hot, but nothing is as hot as this.

To me, the collar feels like undeniable ownership.

A cage is a cage, preventing orgasm and touch.

I trust my omega to obey me. I know without a doubt that the only time he touches his dick is when I tell him he can or when he’s taking a shower, and it’s all business then.

I stop in front of him to crouch and give him a kiss. “Missed you, omega,” I murmur.

Shively sighs. “I missed you too, Alpha.”

“Mm. How about you get your pretty hole ready for me, sweetheart? Go into the bathroom while I set up a surprise.”

He licks his lips and nods with a single bob of his head. I hand him the lube from my pocket, and he fluidly gets to his feet and disappears into the bathroom.

I turn on the reading lights on either side of the bed before emptying my pockets of the goods I brought.

I strip down to my underwear so I have a better range of motion and set to work getting the bondage rig around the corners of the mattress toward the head of the bed.

I tug on them a little and decide they’ll work out just fine.

The pillows are shoved out of the way now, stacked on the chair to the side. I’m just placing the toys on the bed when Shively returns with the lube in hand.

“You ready for me, omega?”

He nods and hands me the lube when he’s within range. I toss it to the bed and pull his naked body flush against mine. He presses his forehead to mine and sighs.

“Long night, huh?”

Shively nods. We don’t talk about hockey much. Not unless we’re firmly not in this power exchange and have stepped out to resemble a more traditional relationship. I don’t ever want him to think that what we’re doing, how he’s expected to obey me, needs to transfer over to hockey.

His lips are soft and pliant when I take his mouth. I generally keep our kisses on the surface because they feel more intimate to me. Full-mouth kisses tend to feel sloppy and impersonal. In my experience, they’re a medium for lust more than connection.

Kissing Shively in a way that I can taste him doesn’t necessarily feel that way. It’s not superficial between us because nothing is. Still, I reserve it for moments when I want to instantly plunge him into a boneless state.

Our kisses, all of them, are deep. It’s just a different kind of resonance I’m facilitating depending on the way I kiss him. I’ve been pleasantly surprised that full-mouth and tongue kisses feel intimate with Shively, though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Everything with Shively is personal.

When he’s nearly breathless, I release his mouth with a smirk. The way his knees practically buckle from only our kiss is a boost to the ego. “I have something new for us to try tonight,” I tell him, running my fingers along his jaw. The prickly stubble from the day makes him feel rugged. Rough.

“Okay,” he murmurs.

With another lingering kiss, I take a step away and reach for the cuffs on the bed. His breath catches when I hold them up.

“Just your wrists. I’m going to bind them over your head.

” It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask for his consent, but I already have his consent to try new toys.

That’s now in our rules that he’s agreed to.

Still, I need to know what’s on his mind.

I’ve learned that outright asking him what he wants, though he’s getting better at telling me, makes him uncomfortable. But asking him how he feels…

“What are you feeling right now?”

Shively licks his lips, and I don’t miss the heat in his eyes. “Nervous. A little scared. Tense. Horny.”

I grin. “Okay. Let’s talk about being scared.”

He closes his eyes to think about it. “I’m afraid of feeling trapped and like I can’t get away. Helpless. That situation scares me.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Keeping true to our leather collars, they aren’t traditional cuffs.

They’re two leather bracelets with buckles for all intents and purposes, and they can be held together with a short length of leather.

I take one of his hands and begin securing a cuff to it. I can feel his nerves radiate off him.

“You trust your alpha, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he answers immediately.

“Do you trust your alpha to take care of you when your hands are tied?”

Shively’s eyes are glued to where my hands are working on securing the second cuff now. “I do.”

“And you know that you can use your safeword if you need to stop. Not if you’re a little scared or nervous, but if you’ve reached a limit that’s going to cause you harm—any kind of harm. Correct?”

“Yes,” he answers, his voice nothing but a breath now.

These cuffs came with a few different spacers, but I’ve only brought the double-ended clip so I can keep his hands together. Shively watches as I fasten it then take his hands in mine. He stares for several minutes before meeting my eyes.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Penalty. And icing means I need you to slow down or give me a minute.”

“Do you feel like you need to use either of those words right now?”

I’m pleased when he shakes his head. “No, Alpha.”

“I’m proud of how brave you’re being even though you’re scared to try this. Get on the bed. On your back. Hands over your head.”

Shively swallows but does as I say. His long body stretches out for me until he’s settled. My knees sink into the mattress as I clip his hands over his head to the bondage line. He tugs, and a moment of panic flashes in his eyes.

I press my lips to his. “Take a breath, Shiv. You’re safe. I’m right here. In just a minute, my dick is going to be very deep inside you so it’s the only thing you’ll be able to think about.”

He nods.

I move between his legs, spreading them wide, and push two of my fingers into his hole, curling them to brush his prostate.

I’m rewarded with a moan and a shiver. His eyes watch me as I shift and reach for the lube.

He did a good job prepping himself, but I keep fingering him until my cock is properly lubed and ready.

I’m not sure how long this will last tonight. Seeing him restrained is surprisingly hot. I had a feeling it would be sexy, but the way my body is buzzing is more than I had anticipated.

Once my cock begins sliding into his tight, hot body, Shively’s forgotten about the cuffs. He moans, body wriggling. I shift closer, wrap a hand around his dick to slowly jerk him, and press inside.

He’s always so damn responsive. It doesn’t take more than three full thrusts before my omega is begging for release. I shake my head. How the hell did I find someone who fulfills all my fantasies, including coming as readily as a damn fictional omega?

But tonight is going to be filled with some torture. Maybe not for long. But I want to see what this man can take. In a good way.

I squirt a good amount of lube over his dick and bring the cocksleeve over him. With my hand keeping it tight around his length, I jerk his pretty dick.

I’m not disappointed by the way his body arches and his arms jerk. Seeing that he can’t pull them down has my balls twitching.

“That’s it,” I murmur as heat rises through me. I lean forward to reach for his nipple and pinch him. He gasps, body almost thrashing. “Work yourself on my dick, sweet fuck toy. Mm. Just like that.”

His whole body moves as he runs from and chases all the sensations I’m feeding him.

“Please, Alpha. I need to come. It hurts.”

“You can come once your alpha comes, so you better work my dick good, omega. Make your alpha come and fill your tight breeding hole.”

I’m not sure if his movement is predetermined or if he’s simply moving in response to how he feels, but he certainly works my cock with his hole.

I’m not moving the cocksleeve anymore. He’s now in control of that as well.

The only thing I’m doing is pinching his nipple every so often.

I’d like a third hand to get both nipples. I think he’d lose his mind.

I watch Shively, listening to the sexy sounds and his begging while he moves on my dick. He’s doing a damn good job of getting me ready to spill. He keeps his ass clenched tightly around me. The way he bucks up into the sleeve and shoves down on my cock is tantalizing.

Everything feels good. Watching how good he feels is probably the most potent aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced. Knowing that he’s at my mercy, working for my orgasms, makes me high.

“Come inside me, Alpha,” Shively begs. “Breed me.”

“You want my seed, darling?’

“Yes. All of it. Please, Alpha. Breed me. Keep me well bred. Breed me until I can’t walk.”

It’s fucking impossible to sit still, but I somehow find the discipline to do so. This is his show. He needs to show me he can get me off with the tools I’ve given him. Which tonight, is only his sweet hole and the vision of him restrained beneath me as he struggles to keep his orgasm in.

“Almost, omega. Make your alpha come. Show me how badly you want my seed.”

It’s as if I’ve injected him with adrenaline. I can’t keep up with how his body moves on me. So damn tight. So infuriatingly hot. When I scooch forward a little, that’s it. That’s the last piece I needed.

My head falls back as my orgasm bursts out of me. I think I growl, as if I’m living my omegaverse fantasy. I feel his body shudder as he comes, his cries almost howls. Choked and echoed at the same time. His erratic body movements become jerks and spasms as his pleasure cascades out of him.

Then the room falls silent except for our heavy breathing. I give his nipple another squeeze, earning myself a grunt and shiver.

While I don’t usually leave my dick inside him once we’ve finished, I keep myself pressed snuggly against him. The sleeve remains on his softening cock as I lean over to give him a kiss. He quietly moans into my mouth.

“I have a present for you, my precious omega,” I murmur.

He’s tired when he opens his eyes. “A present?” he repeats, voice breathy.

“Yes. Something you’ve asked for.”

I lean over him to grab it off the side table as he watches me. With the short piece of leather in my hand, I bring it back to show him. He’s confused as he looks at it.

“A collar around your neck isn’t something you’re comfortable with, but the collar around your dick is only visible when you’re naked. This is for your wrist—visible, but it won’t garner many questions. Think of it as my bite, binding you to me, omega.”

He’s not breathing as he stares at it. I’m a little surprised when moisture fills his eyes. He presses his lips together as the bottom one trembles, then he nods.

“You happy, Shiv?” I whisper, pressing my lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“Yes,” he says, voice shaky. “So happy.”

“Good. Once I take your cuffs off, we’ll put your new collar on, and tomorrow, we’ll talk about all the rules. For now, all you need to know is that you made your alpha feel so fucking good, and I’m so damn proud of you, omega.”

Shively tugs at his arms again and sighs. He doesn’t speak as he looks at me, but I can see the emotion shining in his eyes.