Chapter 33

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It’d been a month since Grace and I had taken our relationship public. Even Coach, to my surprise, had been supportive. When he’d come around the corner to find us kissing after practice, he’d just raised an eyebrow and told us jokingly to get a room.

I’d never realized how freeing it was to be open about how much I loved Grace Dallas. I’d kept that love hidden and buried for so long that it was like a thousand-pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

Grace had essentially moved in with me after that day we’d had sex in her dad’s chair. Her parents hadn’t been thrilled, but they’d let her go without further comment.

I was just glad Grace and I could be alone, because not a day went by when I didn’t want her: under me, over me, and every which way in between.

Near the beginning of spring, the Blades had one of the last games of the season. Buoyed by Grace’s love and support, I had one of my best games of the season. When we won by three points, it was like a bomb had gone off in the arena. Everyone exploded with excitement, and my entire team converged on me to celebrate.

Even Coach hugged me. I couldn’t believe it. I was so shocked that it took me a second to realize what the hell he was doing.

“Carmichael,” he said, slapping me on the back. “My boy. Wow.”

I swallowed, feeling stupidly emotional. “Thanks, Coach. For everything.”

Coach shook his head. “Get out of here and get cleaned up.”

Afterward, I came out of the locker room to find Grace. She held a large bouquet and was positively beaming. I didn’t even stop to let her give me the flowers. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

When we parted, she was breathless. “Oh goodness. What was that for?”

“Because you’re my good luck charm. None of this would’ve happened without you.”

“I think you’re just a good hockey player, but I’ll take the compliment.”

I smelled the roses and then handed them off to one of the team’s assistants to find a vase for them. That was when I realized Grace was acting a little cagey.

“What is it?” I asked, concerned.

She was blushing now. “Um, I have an idea. A fantasy, really, that I wanted to run by you.”

“Go on.”

“I think we should go to the club and act like strangers who’ve never met. And then we have fun ... in front of people. If you catch my drift.”

I stared at her, a little shocked. Then I laughed. “Damn, baby, you’re full of surprises. But I’m game if you’re game.”

“Excellent.” She kissed my nose. “I’ll see you there at nine p.m. I’ll be wearing red lace.” Then she winked and left me to stare at her gorgeous backside.

When I arrived at the Scarlet Rope, wearing a black suit and a red tie to match Grace’s outfit, my heart pounded in anticipation. It was a few minutes before 9:00 p.m. Would Grace already be here? I scanned the foyer, but I didn’t see blond hair and red lace. Not yet, anyway.

I went to the bar to order a drink. The bartender took one look at me and said, “Shit, Brady Carmichael? Amazing game tonight.”

“Thanks,” I said, meaning it.

The bartender poured my drink and handed it to me. When I tried to pay, he waved a hand. “It’s on the house.”

“Well, then, thank you, again.”

“It seems like you’re getting back into the groove. These last few games have been great for you.”

I smiled. “Well, finding the love of my life definitely helped. I call her my good luck charm.”

The bartender nodded. “Makes sense. Love looks good on you. Congrats, man.”

We had chatted for a bit longer, mostly about hockey, when I spotted a woman in red in my peripheral vision. After I finished my drink, I went to find my prey.

Grace was wearing a red-lace number that made my blood pound just seeing her in it. She had her hair up, with only a few tendrils falling to her shoulders. She also wore a matching red mask and red stiletto heels that I couldn’t wait to see up in the air as I fucked her.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” I said. I gazed from the tips of Grace’s toes to her face, lingering on her breasts. “With tits like those, I would’ve remembered you for sure.”

Grace laughed lightly. “Is that supposed to be a pickup line, sir?”

“Well, it seems to be picking you up.”

She grinned, then looked over my shoulder. “There are lots of men here I could choose from. What makes you so special?”

“I know how to make a woman scream. I bet you like to be spanked, tied up, and gagged. You want a man to take control of you.” I leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. “You look like you cream your panties whenever you imagine being used.”

Grace was breathing hard now. “You sound so sure of yourself.”

“I can see your nipples hardening already. Your cheeks are flushed. I bet if I reached into your panties, my hand would be soaked.”

She swallowed, then turned away. “It sounds like you need to show me first. Words are easy. Lots of guys say they’re amazing in bed, but then they end up being two-pump chumps.”

I growled. “You’re playing with fire, my dear.”

“Oh good. Sounds fun.”

I leaned her head back and nipped at her throat. She shuddered. When I palmed her breasts and rubbed her nipples through the lace fabric of her bra, she moaned.

“I want to show everybody how I can make you scream,” I said.

Grace nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“And you remember the safe word?”

“Galoshes. Let’s go.”

We got a room where others could watch us. My blood thrummed, my excitement increasing as we went into the room. We couldn’t see anyone on the other side of the double mirror. In other rooms that I’d been in, you could see who was watching you, but not in this one. Knowing there would be voyeurs was erotic enough, though. I didn’t need to see anyone’s face but Grace’s this time.

I came up behind Grace, squeezing her breasts as I kissed her neck. I pushed her bra up, wanting people to see her pretty little tits and how bright red her nipples were.

I cupped her pussy, groaning when I felt how hot she was already. She panted as I rubbed her.

But I was getting ahead of myself. I made her sit down and then went to where the whips hung. I chose a riding crop, testing it and smiling at the sound it made.

I then bound Grace’s hands, blindfolded her and gagged her. I had her kneel on a couch and pulled her panties to her ankles. Her ass in the air, I began using the riding crop on her.

She squealed when the first crack of the whip smacked against her ass. Red bloomed across white skin. I rubbed the spot I’d hit before whipping the other cheek.

God, seeing her covered in red marks turned me on like nothing else. Grace kept trying to look back at me, but with her blindfold, she never knew where I’d be. I made sure to keep my slaps a surprise, making her think I’d stopped before using the riding crop on her.

I whipped her until she collapsed onto the couch, her body boneless, her moans turning hoarse.

I tossed the riding crop away and undid my pants, taking out my cock. I pulled Grace up by her hair, making her cry out. I slapped her crimson ass until she was begging me just to fuck her.

“Stay on your knees,” I growled.

With her ankles bound, it was a tight fit to thrust inside her. She groaned as I filled her to the hilt. Then I fucked her, relentlessly, filling the room with the sounds of flesh slapping together, accompanied by Grace’s moans and squeals. She pushed back against me, desperate for everything I could give her.

“My sweet girl,” I crooned as I pounded into her. “I’m going to fill up your pussy with my cum. Is that what you want, baby? Me to fill you up?”

Grace just moaned. I dug my fingers into her hips and thrust a few more times before I felt her starting to come. Her pussy was a vise around my cock. She was so tight that it made me come. I roared, spilling everything I had into her.

We were a sweaty, panting mess by the end. I was trembling as I slowly untied Grace. When she could see me again, there were tears in her eyes.

“Did I go too far?” I asked quietly, instantly worried.

She shook her head. “No, no. It was just intense. But I’d like to be alone now.”

I nodded. I picked her up to carry her to the back room, where there was a tub, sink, and couches to receive aftercare. I gently cleaned Grace’s body and then rubbed ointment where I’d whipped her.

I then wrapped a blanket around her and held her close.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, kissing her temple.

She blew out a breath. “Exhausted, but in a good way. That was amazing.” She looked up at me and smiled. “Thanks for indulging my fantasy.”

“Your fantasy? I thought you were just indulging me .”

“I’m coming around to what you like. It’s fun, that’s for sure. I’ve never had better orgasms.”

“Well, thank you for being so accepting.”

Grace chuckled. “It’s hard to believe that we’d be bonding in a sex club years after meeting. Who would have thought? Life is so strange. We’re trying out all sorts of things.”

“Well, I’m okay with experimenting, but I do have a hard limit,” I admitted.

“What?”

“I never want to see you with another person. That one time I saw you kissing another guy ...” I shook my head. “I nearly lost my damn mind.”

Grace looked confused. “Was this recent?”

“No, it was years ago. I picked you up from the movie theater, and you were outside kissing some kid. I never told you I saw you.”

Grace’s face turned red. “Oh my God, so you did see us! I always wondered.” She cleared her throat. “Uh, I have something to tell you. I set that whole thing up to make you jealous. Kenny, the guy you saw me kissing? I paid him to kiss me that night. Come to find out later that he was actually gay, so go figure.”

I stared at her. “Seriously?”

“That’s why I asked you to come get me.”

“So nobody was drunk?”

“Well, there were a few drunk people, but Meredith could’ve still taken me home. Yes, I know it’s crazy. But I was desperate for you to notice me. And I guess it worked.”

I growled. “You drive me insane, Grace Dallas. You know that, right?”

“Oh, I know. It’s why you love me.” Her expression turned amused. “You know, I guess I awakened something in you that night.”

“What is that?”

She grinned. “Voyeurism. So I guess you getting into this kinky stuff is actually all my fault.”