9. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Ximena

T his is absolute torture. His game has already started, I watch him come out of the tunnels with his team. For a split second he shifts to a camera and smirks, it’s something I know he did for me. The knowledge of that had my pussy weeping more than the lowest setting of the wand. I want to thrust my hips against the vibration, the orgasm is on right on the edge as it slowly grows the longer the vibration continues. The clamps pull at my nipples as I push myself forward for a second. The moan that leaves my lips has legs tremble; the ripple effect of the movement has the clamps pull a little more. The pain surges through my body like wildfire, my grip on my wrist tightens as the rope burns my skin.

“Summers has had a great season so far; his stats are the highest they’ve ever been. Higher than any quarterback I’ve even seen.” Says the commentator.

“Ultimately, it comes down to who wants to win. Who wants it more? Think the Wolves have it in them to beat the Crows?” says, in a different voice.

The men’s voices begin to blend as my body trembles a little more. I’ve been holding back as the sensation takes over, not wanting to disobey Klaus. I want to come more than I want the pleasure of his marks on my skin. All I want is to come. Nothing more. My clit throbs as the wand continues its torture, the humming has my cunt dripping my arousal down my thigh.

How could he know whether I finished or not? I could just sneak one, couldn’t I? How long is each quarter? I may have known he was the coach of the Wolves, but that doesn’t mean I understand an ounce of Football. The only thing I understood was that anytime my father put on the football game was that this man looked hot as fuck in his jeans and signature coach’s sweater at every game. While the players were hot in those pants, Coach Payne was ridiculously sexy in his every day attire. Now, I know what he looks like beneath all the purple fabric. Fuck .

“Touchdown for the Wolves! With only 4 minutes left of the first quarter by number 32, Miles Campbell! That was an incredible 99-yard pass by quarterback Nash Summers.” The voices on the television start to sound the same, the need to come is the only thing I can focus on. The first quarter is almost done, and it feels like I’ve been sitting here for hours.

I move my hips, hoping to get the wand where I need it. The tug on my nipples burns before it turns into a pleasurable pain. I want to scream out from frustration. I carefully stay as still as possible, wishing I had stayed in my bed so I can touch myself as much as I need to. I never expected him to fucking leave me tied up during a game.

Time begins to blend together. I’m not sure how much time has passed as I wait for Klaus to come back. I think with just the slightest touch I’ll end up on the verge of collapsing from the pleasure. There’s no way I’ll make it.

A slow click of the door catches my attention. I quickly fling my head towards the direction, hoping that it’s not someone else. Klaus, comes into view. His darkened glare quickly meets mine as he closes the door once more. He locks it.

“Logan. Don’t bother me until half time is over. Feed them the speech without me. Don’t knock on the door unless someone is dying. I’m serious fucker. I’m busy.” He says into his headset. Turning it off, he removes it and places it on the couch next to the entrance.

“It looks like you’ve been a good little whore. Have you been waiting for me to finish you off Little Ember?”

I nod uncontrollably. The muffles that escape through the tape, aren’t intelligible, aren’t comprehendible.