Chapter 124: Maddox

When I brought Bryn in here I hadn’t expected her to look so sad at the thought that I was always so careful with her. I’ve never noticed her having any desire for things to change when it came to sex. We always have a good time and enjoy different positions along with having Sawyer with us as well which is always very hot. Not Sawyer, he’s an asshole that I love like a brother but if his sword ever came near me I would break his leg. Just saying.

I didn’t imagine Bryn wanting to try anything more…experimental in bed, so this conversation sort of blindsided me. At first, I wasn’t sure what to say, but I never want to pretend or lie to her so I told her the truth. Being a hockey player is a huge outlet for any frustration or aggression I’m feeling and gives me a way to express it all legally. So by the time I get home, all I want to do is cuddle up to her and cherish every nice moment we can have together.

The guys tease me all the time for acting like a cuddly purring cat or some shit, but my girl deserves to snuggle up with me and relax. If I’m a tense angry mess than I wouldn’t be able to have those moments with her. Also I can’t imagine marking a single area of her soft delicate skin. I've taken a peek at some of the books she reads and some of these guys enjoy marking their women. Bites, hickeys, and red marks from spankings. No way am I doing any of that shit.

Bryn is so beautiful and soft and perfect that seeing any of those marks on her would make me want to kill someone. I think the others refrain from making those kinds of marks on her for the same reason I do. She’s too sweet to be branded for our own pride.

Still, if she wants to experiment in the bedroom I'm open to letting her try. I’ve been with a few girls who were into some kink shit, and I wasn’t a big fan but it made for a good lay so I went with it. Of course, I had some hard limits such as leaving marks. That has never been okay with me, so any form of pain play that would leave obvious proof behind was a big no for me. Some girls can get really wild, but being a well-known athlete meant being careful in case of lawsuits or even appearances of mistreatment toward a woman. So many athletes get lost in getting off that they act stupid. Girls will film them having sex or ask them to do something risky and then turn things around so they can make money off of it somehow.

I never wanted to be one of those guys, so I have always been careful. There was one girl who liked being tied up and she showed me the right kind of knots to use and rope so it wouldn’t hurt or leave any marks. We went out for a few months and I learned a lot about all that shit. She even showed me how to choke a girl the right way. That was a tough one for me for the reasons I have pointed out.

Is that the sort of thing Bryn wants to try?

My mind goes to a few scenarios where Bryn is laid out on the bed with soft red silk rope tied around her hands. The stark contrast of the color against her smooth light skin. Fuck…I’m getting hard now. Okay, so I might be open to that for sure.

She’s standing in front of me now and her eyes are roaming over me slowly like she’s seeing me for the first time. I wonder if she notices how tight my jeans have gotten after that mental image I just had. My hands tick with an urge to reach out and touch her but I told her she could have control and I’m curious about what she wants to do. So I stay perfectly still. Finally, she slides her small hands under my shirt and touches my stomach then my chest. I suck in a breath when she barely touches my nipples, and her eyes jump to mine.

Her slightly puffy lips lift in a smirk as she slides her hands back down and grabs at my shirt ripping it open.

Then she laughs.

“I thought that would be a lot sexier than it was.” She says looking a little shy and I chuckle.

“I don’t think everything you read will come out exactly how it's written,” I say and she nods.

She is quiet for a moment and it’s on the tip of my tongue to ask why she suddenly wants to play out these fantasies, but she slides my shirt off and that small touch distracts me. Fuck I’m dying to quicken this up and bury myself deep inside her. It’s been too long and I feel like I’m on fire.

Once my shirt is gone she moves straight to my pants and quickly pushes them down leaving only my boxers in place. Dammit, I forgot to take my shoes off. That's going to slow things down. She steps back and I quickly kick my shoes off and pull my jeans the rest of the way off kicking them somewhere in the room. I hear Bryn laugh and I narrow my eyes on her, but stand back in place and wait.

She’s sitting on the bed and removing her shoes too. I want to kneel in front of her and do it for her so that I can slide my hands under her skirt and see how badly she wants me. I don’t. I stand there and wait. Why the hell did I agree to this?

Once she’s done she stands and reaches behind her and lowers the zipper at the back of her skirt. It loosens and falls to the ground immediately and my eyes take in her lean legs that are smooth and flawless except for the pair of beauty marks she has on her left hip. She has another one in the swell of her back, in the low corner of the nightside of her mouth, and one on her right shoulder blade. She is hands down the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. My eyes stop on the lower part of her stomach where there are a few stretch marks.

She has voiced many times how she hates them, but I see them as proof that she is incredibly strong. Those marks are a badge of honor to the fact she grew and carried an entire person inside her, gave birth and now continues to provide sustenance for the tiny human. A woman’s body is incredible and no one should make a woman feel inferior because of the changes in their body after giving birth.

My fingers itch to touch her again and it’s taking all my strength not to give in and pull her against me. I hope we get to the touching part soon or I might die.

Bryn reaches around her back and her top comes loose next. She slides the straps off her shoulders and drops the small pieces of shirt to the ground. Now she’s standing in front of me with just a soft-looking set of pale blue panties. They sit flush against her body like a second skin and are far sexier than the smallest thong or other kind of tiny underwear I've ever seen a woman wear. Honestly, she could be wearing granny panties and I would still get hard at the sight of her.

“Sweetheart I’m dying to touch you,” I admit out loud.

She smiles sweetly at me. “No touching.”

I groan in pain because I am. I’m in physical pain not being able to touch her.

“Take off your boxers and climb onto the bed.” She tells me and I move so fast that she laughs.
Once I’m lying flat on the bed my eyes are back to watching her.

“I’m going to touch you and taste you. But until I say, you can’t touch me. Just to make sure you don’t…” Her words die off as she slides her panties down her legs and lets them hang on one of her fingers. “This will make sure you stay in place.”

It takes me a minute to understand. “You’re going to tie my hands?”

She nods.

Shit why does that sound hot? Being tied up has never been my thing but I can break free at any time and it’s symbolic of her being in control so I’ll allow it. I hold my wrists out to her and she climbs onto the bed and kneels on her knees above me to wrap the panties around my large hands. Once she’s done she lifts my arms until they are over my head.

“Stay.” She says in a low voice that nearly makes me come.

Fuck where did this siren seduction come from? And how do I bring her out every other time we’re together?