8. Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Klaus

Five minutes, it’s been five minutes of me standing here at the entrance waiting for Ximena to arrive. She’s late. I’m both annoyed and excited at her lack of instruction. The lines of people have slowly come to a halt. The game introductions start in about a half hour, luckily Coach West is already working with the team. He knows what’s about to happen. I don’t consider myself having any form of best friends, the only real friend that knows every detail of my hidden life is Addison, but Logan West may be the only other friend I have when it comes down to it. He’s well aware of the red headed temptress that has embedded herself into my veins, igniting the flames of my darkest desires.

Logan is the defensive coach; I may be head coach but his role is just as important. We actually went to the same college together before we were both made coaches.

“Klaus, hurry the fuck up. We need to give the guys some motivational garbage to get them pumped. Summers, quit fucking dancing and get your gear on.” Logan says on the headset, I usually take this off but I needed to be sure everything was going smoothly as I was waiting for Ximena.

The vibrant ember of her hair shimmering under the sunlight is the first thing that catches my attention. Her hair flows down her chest, the curls covering parts of the purple jersey I left her. She’s all bundled up, her purple sweater beneath the jersey and a pair of jeans that shows off every curve of her legs. It’s not like she’ll need any part of her clothes when I’m done with her. She smiles the moment she notices me, her face lights up every time those blue eyes meet mine. Like, I’m the God she’s always believed in, like I’m a saint, a hero. A man that I’m not. I refuse to tell her that I’m the one who killed her father. She would never forgive me. She’d leave. And, that’s one thing I’ll never allow. Even if I have to tie her to the bed for the rest of her life.

That’s an idea for another day.

Carefully I remove the headset, and turn it off, wrapping it around my neck “You’re late, Ximena.” I lift my eyebrow, watching as she attempts to come up with some sort of excuse for her tardiness. I can’t help but chuckle, as she tries to find her words.

“You shouldn’t have left me a needy mess.” She replies with a bit of a bite. Disobedient little brat.

“Let’s go, Ximena. You have a very special room to watch the game.” Grabbing her delicate hands, I guide her inside the stadium past the security who I’ve already warned that I’d have a guest. With my hand in hers I drag her to what is right now my office close to the men’s locker room. The room is prepared with two huge screens playing the exact game we are playing from different angles, there’s bundles of rope on the desk ready for me to use with toys carefully in place for what I have planned for her.

“Remove all your clothes, and sit on the chair.” I command, as I twist the lock on the door.

Her movements are hesitant, shaky even as she stares at the oak desk. “What are you going to do to me,” she whispers. Her tone is laced with curiosity and desire, maybe a small hint of fear and burning excitement as she looks out the window of the office. The blinds are already closed, each one separating us from the world. It doesn’t take her long to obey, and walks towards the chair adjusted in front of the two big screens.

“Good girl,” I murmur, closing the distance between us. I need her lips on mine before I duct tape that beautiful mouth shut. I can’t have her making noises when I leave her here. I kiss her like I need to breathe in the same air. She moans, moving her hips just slightly already squirming and wet for me, I bet. Pulling back, I look down at her, admiring the goddess looking back at me. She’s perfect. I can’t wait to see her mascara running down her cheeks by the time I get back for half time.

Grabbing the cotton rope from the desk I walk back to where she’s sitting, waiting for my next movement. I push her legs apart, lifting each of her heels and carefully placing them over the armrest of the leather desk chair. I carefully untangle the rope and wrap the rope around her leg, a few times before grabbing the end of it and wrapping it around the back of the chair, and tying her other leg the same way. The rope is there to make sure her legs stay open, but there is a chance that she’s able to close them if she needs some relief. Her glistening pussy is indication that she loves it already. I grab another piece of rope as I watch her squirm a little more in her seat.

“Hands behind the chair,” she quickly moves, wrapping one hand around her other wrist as quickly as she can behind the chair. I carefully adjust the thick rope around her making sure there's no way she can get herself out of this little predicament, first around her chest and attaching the rope to her wrist. The x friction knot is a simple square knot that allows me to tie the rope in a downwards direction, so that I can essentially attach her to the chair making sure she’s completely immobile.

Her nipples harden as I lightly graze her with the back of my hand, making sure that the rope is tight over her tits and just below it. I slowly reach inside my jean pocket and take out the silver chain, the nipple clamps clink together as I lift them to her face. She’s curious, excited and a bit of fear takes over her face. I walk around her and lean forward, teasing her with my breath and tongue as I suck on her nipples, making sure they are ready for the clamps. She moans and bucks her hips just a bit, wanting to find some sort of relief.

Carefully setting the clamps in place, I tug on them just a little more as her pleasured moans convert to pained whines. I smile down at her, needy and desperate for me. My cock strains against my jeans; I’m tempted to just stay here and fuck her until she can no longer walk but unfortunately, I have work to go do.

Walking back over to the desk, I take the plug-in wand and turn up the setting. The hum of the toy reverberates loudly as if it were battling with the murmurs from the television announcers. “Don’t make a sound, Ximena. Can you do that for me?” I say, placing the wand on her clit. She nods her head frantically, needing the release as much as I want to watch her come. I remove the toy from her body, as she watches me with disappointment.

“You’ll only come on my cock. Do you understand, this is not for your pleasure Little Ember. You were late, so you’ll wait until half time. If you come, I’ll punish you until you have welts all over your ass. If you’re my good little whore, you’ll come so many times today you’ll see stars.” I rasp.

“Yes, Daddy.” She whispers, her voice is shaky and hushed that I could barely hear the words as she spoke. Her moans break off, louder as the wand meets her clit once more. I use an extra piece of rope and tie the wand and attach it to the chain of the clamps. If she moves even an inch the wand will pull the clamps in the most vicious pleasurable ways.

“Good little whore. I’ll be taping your mouth shut. No one will hear your moans while I’m gone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” That’s all I needed, cutting a piece of the duct tape with my teeth. I place a piece over her mouth. Her moans are silenced, but not completely. She can still hum out her pleasure through the tape. The sound has my cock leaking pre-cum against my boxers.

“Behave Ximena,” I say softly as I stand, my eyes feast on her all tied up, her eyes locked on mine as she lightly shifts her hips testing out the restraints and the wand placement. I walk out the door, wishing I had been able to witness every second she tries not to come.