One Timers

“Well hello, beautiful.”
“Not interested.” I respond to the male voice, rolling my eyes.
The man chuckles.
“Let me buy you a drink.”

I turn, instantly recognizing the man attempting to hit on me. Oh, this could be a little fun. Milan is going to kill me. But I can’t pass up a chance to mess with a Hab.

“Abby.” I say, sticking out my hand.
“Michael.” He says, kissing it.

Oh, I know who you are. Michael Bournival, forward for the Montreal Canadiens. The team that just beat my boyfriend’s team to move on to the Eastern Conference Finals.

“You, Mr. Michael, can buy me my next drink.” I say.
“That was exactly what I was hoping you would say.”

He smiles and I flag down the bartender, ordering another drink. He puts down the cash for it and I take a sip before turning back to him.

“So, Michael. What do you do for a living?”
I see the surprise in his face, and chuckle a little bit inside.
“I play hockey.” He says. “For the Canadiens.”
“Oh.” I state. “Is that like professional?”
He chuckles.
“Yeah, that’s the professional team in Montreal.”
“Cool.” I smile at him.

The two of us continue to flirt back and forth, me never giving him a hint that I know exactly who he is and what he does.

“So Abby, how about we get out of this place?” He asks.
“How about you get the hell out of here?” A rough voice says from behind me.

Michaels immediately tenses up and I know my game is up.

“Hi baby.” I say, turning to look at Milan.
“I’ll deal with you later.” He says, glaring at me. “Now Bournival, based on your reaction I’m going to go ahead and guess you had no idea you’ve been flirting with my girlfriend. That’s the only reason I’m going to refrain from completely destroying you right now.”

“Uh, I- um. I....” He stutters, looking at me wildly.
I laugh.
“Sorry honey, I have no interest in you.” I say.
“Let’s go, Abby.” Milan barks, grabbing my arm.

He leads me out to the car and speeds off, heading for his apartment. He’s eerily silent the entire drive until we get into the elevator.

“Would you like to explain?” He asks, his grip tight on my wrist.
“I was bored waiting for you.” I respond. “He offered to buy me a drink so I decided to mess with him a little. I pretended not to know him, knowing you would scare the shit out of him when you showed up.”

His lips twitch a little like they’re trying to smile, but quickly straighten out again. He pulls me into his apartment and presses me against the wall.

“While it’s incredibly sexy that you messed with him, I can’t get over the fact that you were flirting with that little twerp. Especially the night I get eliminated from the playoffs. I’m fucking furious, Abby.”

His hands quickly rip my dress off, quite literally. Like, I’m pretty sure the fabric is torn somewhere. He pops the clasps on my bra and shreds the lace of my panties, leaving me completely naked and all of my clothes ruined. I slip my heels off on my own, not wanting him to ruin the straps on my favorite thousand dollar Louboutins.

“Bedroom.” He demands.

I saunter my way through his apartment towards his open bedroom door, feeling his warm body right behind me.

“On the bed, on your knees.”

I do as I’m told and hear him shut the door behind us. He walks over to his drawr of toys and I can see he’s already taken all his clothes off as well. His cock is completely hard already, cluing me in that I’m in for a long night.

He grabs his favorite things from his drawr, the handcuffs, and grabs my wrists. Threading the cuffs through the slats in the headboard, he snaps one end on each of my wrists. He goes back to his drawr and grabs the blindfold, effectively blocking out my vision.

I feel the bed dip behind me and suddenly his hands are grabbing at my ass, rubbing slow smooth circles on them. His right hand wraps around my hip, holding me in place and his left hand takes it’s residency over the plumpest part of my ass.

“Count.” He demands.

I feel the sharp sting of his hand on my skin before I hear the smack. It’s followed up with nineteen more, each one getting a yell from me. The sharp stings zing through my body, each one not only causing pain but also immense pleasure. I can feel my arousal dripping between my legs and after the last one I rub my thighs together in an attempt to get some sort of relief.

“No.” He growls, grabbing my legs and separating them. “You don’t deserve pleasure yet. Don’t make me get the spreader bar.”

I whimper and feel his weight leave the bed. For a second I think he’s left the room. But then I feel him crawl back onto the bed. He positions himself under me and I feel his cock brush against my lips.

“Suck my dick.” He demands, opening my mouth and forcing himself into it.

I wrap my lips around him and sink so he’s fully inside my mouth. I begin sliding up and down, taking more of him each time. His hips begin thrusting upwards and I have to suppress my gag reflex. His grunts spur me on and my body shakes in desperation. I want to make him come so badly.

“I’m about to come, Abby.” He warns. “Swallow all of my load like a good girl and I’ll reward you.”

A couple pumps later and I feel him twitch, exploding hot into my mouth. I work hard to catch every drop with my tongue, licking him clean as best as I can. He moans and begins taking off the handcuffs, rubbing my wrists softly.

“So good, baby girl. You’re so good.” He praises me.

His fingers work their way to the back of my head, slipping off the blindfold. My eyes adjust to the room and he flips me over so I’m laying on the bed. My ass stings from the contact with the bed and I hiss slightly.

“I’ll take care of that later. Now you get your reward for being such a good girl.”

Two of his fingers slip between my folds and push generously into me, causing me to moan. I’m keyed up so it only takes a minute to send me into my own orgasm, my back arching off the bed and my hands gripping at the sheets beneath me. I gasp and his lips cover mine, catching the scream from my mouth.

“Don’t ever flirt with a Hab again.” He says, pulling his fingers out after I’ve come down from my high. “Especially after they beat us.” I silently nod my head. “This is where you say Yes, Milan.”

“Yes, Milan.” I respond.

Notes

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