Chapter 65 – Letter

Nef’s POV

If you’re dating a professional athlete don’t ever go to a sports bar or pub. It was an off day for Sasha and it was Football Sunday with the Ravens playing so we decided that we’d all go to a sports bar in Baltimore to watch the game. My roommates and I are huge football fans in addition to hockey. Jesse is a Ravens fan with me and Jackie loves the Redskins. Anyway the Ravens were away and we thought it was a good idea to go to Ryleigh’s in Baltimore. They’ve got great beer and good crabs – the only two things a Baltimorean needs to watch football. It was getting to close to the end of crab season and my roommates and I wanted to get some.

It started out simple enough. We were in a booth towards the back of the first floor bar. It was a few minutes before kickoff and we were teaching Sasha how to pick crabs.

“That look disgusting,” he said when I popped open the shell.

“But it’s sooooo good!” I love crabs, probably more than is healthy but whatever. Don’t judge me!

He made a face and I said “I don’t think we can be together anymore. Me be with a man who doesn’t like crabs? Sacrilege!”

It didn’t take him long to be able to do it – he even managed not to make a mess of himself. He understood football but wasn’t a huge fan of the sport. He’s much more of a soccer fan. About half way through the first quarter a group of college age guys came in and sat down at the bar. They were already pretty plastered. I guess...no I'm sure they were frat boys. I'm not sure which frat though. One of the guys had left the bar to go to the restroom and on the way back he walked by our table.

"Hey!" the guy said stopping. "You're Alexander Semin!"

"Yeah," Sasha said nodding.

Sasha being recognized didn't bother me. Sasha giving autographs doesn't bother me. Most of the time people are respectful, wanting to congratulate him on a win or some other accomplishment, or wanting to wish him good luck. He'd had a natural hat trick in previous night's game and a few people had come up to congratulate him. Both he and I have a soft spot for kids. They're adorable and often times get so excited for a squiggle on a napkin or a shirt. What does bother me is when an entire group of drunken guys comes up to a table of people clearly eating to hound him for autographs while hitting on and groping me and my roommates.

The guy ended up going to his group of friends and telling them that Sasha was there. They all came to the table and drunken obnoxiousness ensued. Sasha managed to clean up his hands well enough to sign a few things and pose for a few pictures but rather than leave the guys decided to invite Sasha over to hang out with them.

"Great game last night! Come hang out with us."

"Thanks but no, I can't. I here with people," he respectfully declined.

"Bring the hot chicks too. They're all lookers!" one of the guys said ogling me, Jesse, and Jackie.

"I'm sorry but no."

One of them, he had brown curly hair, decided to take Sasha's seat beside me.

"Don't you want to hang out with us?" he asked leaning in a little too close for comfort.

"No, thank you."

"Aww come on sweetie," he said wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders and his free hand cupping my chest. He was almost to the point of being sloppy drunk. "We're a fun time."

Before I could push the guy off of me Sasha had grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the seat. Sasha may seem quiet and meek but there is surprising strength in him even if he couldn't throw a punch to save his life.

"Not do that." It was rare for Sasha to lose his temper but he was quickly approaching that point.

The one who had first spotted Sasha grabbed this guy and pushed him toward the back of the group.

"I'm so sorry," he said to me.

"Go find a waitress and close the tab. We're leaving," he said slipping me his card.

I got up from the table to find the waitress we'd had already making her way to the table.

"We're going to be leaving," I said to her, giving her Sasha's card. "Can you close us out?"

“Is there a problem?” she asked.

I turned toward the group of guys still standing around our table trying to get Sasha to join them.

“Yeah,” I said.

After closing out the tab and tipping the waitress we left for Sasha’s car. Instead of going home we went to my parents’ house where we caught the second half of the game with my dad and younger brothers.

“I blame you Nef!” Jackie said.

“Me? What did I do?”

“You and your damn boobs! That guy was obviously taken by the size of them.”

“I’m wearing a Ray Lewis jersey! You can’t even see my boobs besides you’re the one in the little tiny shorts in October! It was his fault,” I pointed at Sasha.

He stuck his tongue out at me and then pinched me. By now we were use to this. He was recognizable and it was something that almost always happened. Guys hit on me and my friends with alarming frequency when we were out at bars but only a few sleaze balls would cross that line. It had happened before and I was adept when it came to dealing with them but now that I had Sasha he tried to make sure that he was my knight in shining armor. I guess it’s a guy thing. The need to protect to you, the need to “defend you honor” and all that jazz.

“Abuse! Domestic violence!”

“Hush,” he said.




Sasha’s POV


My dearest Love,

Yes, I know that’s really cheesy. I’ve started this letter about 30 times in the past two weeks and I’m not any closer to finding the right way to start it so I thought I should just jump right in. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts to be away from you for longer than a few days. I’m happiest when you’re with me. In the past year I’ve learned so much about you, about myself, and about what I want from my life. I’ve learned that I want you. I learned that you make me better in ways that I never considered. I can only hope that you feel the same way as I do. I can only hope that you’ve benefited from our relationship in the same ways that I have.

It took me a long time to find the perfect gift for you – and I even cheated a little. I asked Im for help and he turned out to be very useful. He told me what the ring you gave me meant. I will cherish it in the same way I cherish you. So I give you this – I promise that I will love you to the best of my ability. I promise that I will work hard to be a man worthy of you in the same way that you work hard to be a woman worthy of me. I know that it’s not always easy but it’s definitely worth fighting for.

You mean the world to me and I hope that this is the first of many anniversaries that we’ll share.

Yours,

Sasha

I’ve been working on this letter to Nef for about two weeks and I have learned that I am not a master of words. I’ve tried using flowery and symbolic language but it comes off as superficial. I’ve tried to use basic words and put my feelings in the simplest terms but it comes off as inadequate. So I’m going with honest and simple words. This is who I am and this is why I love you. I hope that it’s enough to show her what she really means to me.

We were in her room when I gave it to her. Our plans for the night were drinks with friends, dinner, dancing, and then back to my place to spend time together. I walked into her room with her presents behind my back.

“You look pleased with yourself,” she said as she put on her earrings, standing in front of the full length mirror that hung from the back of her closet door.

“I am. I work hard to find the perfect present.”

“You had help! No more conspiring with my twin,” she frowned.

“He tell you what I get?”

“No. He told me to wait and see.”

Good, then that means that this will still be a surprise. I had been worried that Im wouldn’t be able to keep this from his twin. Those two were incredibly close and tended not to stray away from each other.

“Chose, left or right,” I said.

“Left.”

I gave her the larger box that was in my right hand.

“I said left. Left.”

“I know. I want give you this one first.”

She rolled her eyes and said “why did you give me a choice if you weren’t going to listen?” I threatened to not give her any presents and she rolled her eyes again. She sat down on her bed and I put the smaller box in my jacket pocket. I sat down beside her as she tore open the package. I watched her pull out the fame and read the letter that I had spent so much time on. When she looked up at me she was smiling and her eyes were glossy. I leaned in to kiss her and murmured “I love you” against her lips.

“It’s perfect,” she said.

She placed the frame on her night stand, right beside our picture – the same on from the Cherry Blossom festival that she had given to me. She opened the draw and pulled out my present. It was a small box wrapped in black paper with a large white bow. I pulled the second box out of my pocket.

We exchanged presents and hurriedly opened the boxes. I heard a small gasp from Nef as she lifted the lid of the box. When I lifted the lid of the box she’d given me I smiled. She’d given me a platinum pendant. There were three hieroglyphs on it. At the top was the character for her name, in the middle was a glph that I had never seen before and at the bottom was the symbol for eternity. She told me that the symbol in the middle meant love. She leaned over to remove the chain I wore and slid the pendant into place. It fit nicely with the 28 pendant I have and the crucifix my parents had given me. When she the pendant around my neck I picked up the ring from the box and slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand. I kissed it gently and told her I loved her.


AN:

Nef's ring!

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Pendant: Sasha's pendant looks something like this one:

Chapter 64 – Promise

Sasha’s POV


My anniversary is less than three weeks away and I HAVE NO FRIGGIN IDEA WHAT TO GET MY GIRLFRIEND!!!! Nef told me that she had gotten my gift quite some time ago. Her gifts to me were always so thoughtful and heartfelt. I love her and I want to get her a meaningful gift but she is one of the hardest people in the world to shop for.

“You don’t have to get me anything,” she said. “Having you is present enough.”

Ugh! Why can’t she just say I want this or I want that? But I guess if she was just after shiny presents or pretty things then I probably wouldn’t love her so much. I knew that she would be happy with whatever I decided to get her but I want it to be special. It is after all our first anniversary. Anyway drastic times call for drastic measures. I called her twin.

“Imhotep,” I said. “I need your help.”

“What’s up?”

“Anniversary with Nef is soon.”

“Yeah.”

“I not know what to get her. She is hard person to shop for.”

I explained to him the situation and he agreed to meet me at a sushi bar near Tyson’s Corner, Virginia.

“Help!” I said as soon as I saw him. “Do you know what she got me?”

“Yeah, I was with her when she had it m…I can’t say that part,” he started then stopped.

“Can’t say what? When she did what?”

He made a zipper motion over his lips and shook his head no. Nef had told him not to say anything to me. Bah!

“A hint? A clue? Something? Anything?”

“No.”

I tried to get him to tell me but he wouldn’t. Damn twins. They were almost impossible to separate.

“What would she like? She tell me she not need anything.”

“She doesn’t.”

I put my hands to my face in exasperation. He wasn’t being very helpful. I’d forgotten how much like Nef Imhotep is. I told him that he needed to work with me and not against me. We weren’t leaving this restaurant until I had at least an idea of a gift for Nef.

“She likes meaningful gifts. You could write her a poem or sing a song?”

I just looked at him. I’m a hockey player not a poet. I can’t sing to save my life. I’m absolutely tone deaf.

“Okay. Okay, that was a bad suggestion.”

I was strumming my fingers on the table when Im noticed my ring.

“Where did you get that?”

“Nef give to me over the summer.” I guess I hadn’t been wearing it when I went to their house for dinner when I got back from Russia.

“Do you know what that is? What it means?”

I shook my head no. Nef had told me it was a ring that had been passed down to her from her family. She loved me and wanted me to wear it.

“She say she give it to me because she loves me. She say she get from her family.”

“It’s called an eternity band. When you hold your hands together in a certain way you can see the hieroglyph for ‘shen.’” She is the word for eternity…forever. They’ve been in our family for a very long time. I have a set as well – the twin thing again.”

“From your grandparents a long time?”

“Longer than that, a lot longer than that. These rings should probably be in a museum rather than with us.”

I knew that the rings were old. I could tell that by looking at them but I had no idea that they meant so much. I had always wondered about Nef’s family. They had a naming tradition that dated back thousands of years on her mother’s side of the family. When I went to Egypt with her I learned that they had a lot of ancient traditions and customs that they kept. She could trace her family history back for many many generations. The tattoo on her back had been done traditionally by her grandmother when she was 16. Her mother had one and her grandmother had one.
I looked down at the ring. In one single act Nef had expressed how much she loved and cared for me without even telling me. I fiddled with it.

“Don’t ever lose that,” he said. “She really loves you.”

The last part wasn’t directed at me. It seemed like he was talking to himself

“I want to show her that I love her too. She mean the world to me now. When we had fight it wasn’t pleasant. It was…miserable. She makes me happy and I want to make her happy too.”

“Did you tell her that?”

“I tell her I love her every day. I try be perfect for her; I try let her know she important to me and that she matters.”

When we left the Sushi Bar we went to the mall to walk around a bit.

“How about a shopping trip?” I asked. Since I wasn’t sure what to get for her maybe

I could get her a fun weekend shopping trip to New York.

“She doesn’t need more clothes or shoes…and that’s not meaningful. How about you give her a promise?”

“A promise. How I give a promise?”

“You know, write down all the ways you love her, all the reasons why, and then say I promise to love you, be with you, etc? Then you can give her a token of that promise…like the handwritten letter in a frame or something.”

That’s really sappy but at the same time it makes sense. We went to a frame store – they actually have stores that are for nothing but framing? – and picked out a silver frame that when then took to be engraved. Im wrote out the hieroglyphs for Nef’s name and I wrote out the Cyrillic for my name. That was followed but the date of our anniversary. After that we went to a stationary store to pick up what Im called nice paper for me to actually write the letter on.

We were about to leave when we walked by Tiffany’s and I saw it. It was perfect for her. In the display case there was a ring. It was two hearts linked together with a trail of diamonds going across the band. It was beautiful and I could imagine that ring on Nef’s finger. I pulled Im into the store and asked the sales clerk if I could look at the band.

“Do you know what size she wears?” the woman asked.

“A size 6,” Im told her.

“You think she will like it?”

“Alex, she’ll like anything you get her. Will she wear it? Definitely; it’s very beautiful.”

And with that we left the mall. I told Im not to say anything to his sister. I didn’t want the surprise to be ruined. I was proud at what we’d accomplished.


AN:

The promise ring:

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Chapter 63 – Pleasantly

Sasha’s POV


Have you ever been at a point in your life where everything just seems to be going well? I’m there. The new season was starting, my relationship with Nef was stronger than ever, my mom seemed to be more understanding of Nef and she was making a concerted effort to get to know her. I was happy with where I am. I was happy with how things were going. When I woke up it was with a smile. When I went to bed it was with a smile.

I was with Ovi and we were getting ready to leave practice.

”So Valeria is coming for the home opener and she’ll be here for about a week,” he told me, referring to the new girl that he had been seeing.

”Ok cool.” I hadn’t really met her yet. She’d been around when I went to visit Ovi in July with Nef but she and Ovi weren’t actually dating at that time.

”My parents aren’t in town yet so the only person here is my brother. Do you think Nef will hang out with her or show her around when we’re busy?” Neither Ovi or I had very many females friends that we could ask to do something like this – at least female friends that spoke Russian.

”Yeah, just ask her. I can tell her if you want?”

”Yeah, I want to make sure that she has a good time.”

Later that night Nef and I went to Ovi’s house for dinner. I told her what Ovi and I talked about and she agreed to do it. The next day we were walking hand in hand down the street over to Ovi's house for dinner. Ovi was only a few houses over from me. The area we lived in was really quiet and the cul de sack was not off of a main road. We knew most of our neighbors and they were pretty respectful of us and our privacy. It was before sunset and the Jamesons were sitting out on their porch. They were an elderly couple that had been married for almost 50 years.

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Jameson,” Nef said waving.

“Hi Sweetie,” Mrs. Jameson called back.

Nef had seen her one day struggling to pull something from her garage and offered to lend a hand. Since then the two talk frequently and more than once I had volunteer to help them do something around the house or yard. We talked to them for a few minutes before continuing on to Ovi’s house. He and Valeria were opening the catering containers from a local Greek restaurant to set the table. I was glad that neither one of them had tried to cook. They weren’t very good at it.

Valeria was a nice girl. She was a model. She and Ovi had met one night out in Moscow. They’d gotten together at the beginning of the summer but they had only been officially dating since the end of July.

”Hey Guys,” Ovi said when we walked in. ”I want you guys to meet Valeria. Babe, this is Sema and his girlfriend Nef.”

”It’s nice to meet you both,” she said.

It wasn’t long before she and Nef went off on a girl tangent. They started talking about myself and Ovi.

”So what can you tell me about these two?” Val asked.

”They are trouble,” Nef said laughing. ”They like to start trouble. They like to cause trouble. If they’re around and something has gone wrong it’s most likely their fault.”

”That’s not true.” I said.

”We do not cause trouble. We’re completely and perfectly innocent!” Ovi finished.

Nef shook her head and Val had a disbelieving expression. We are angels, damn it. We do not cause trouble. I grabbed Nef by the arms and shook her. She laughed and said ”See what I mean!” I bit her shoulder and she swatted my thigh. Ovi threw his napkin at us.

”These two can’t keep their hands off each other,” he jokingly told Val. ”It’s kinda disgusting.”

Later we were hanging out in the living room watching TV. Nef was sitting on the couch and I sat on the floor between her legs. Val was sitting on the opposite end of the couch and the two of them looked to be engrossed in their conversation. The season opener in Atlanta was in two days with the home opener the day after. Nef was telling Val what to expect. She offered to stay with Val and show her around DC when we left for Atlanta.

Ovi nudged my foot and motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen. He had four small squirt guns that he’d filled with cold water. He gave two of them to me. Ovi and I walked back into the living room and stood in front of the television with our hands behind our backs.

”Whatever you’re thinking about doing don’t.” Nef said.

We smiled at them and pulled out the squirt guns, aiming it at the girls.

”Don’t you dare,” Val said, her eyes narrowing at Ovi.

Never tell us not to do something. Ever. It’s pretty much a guarantee that we’re going to do it. It was funny to hear the girls squeal and try to run as we squirted them with water.

”I’ll kill you!” Nef threatened.

She picked up a pillow and started swinging it at me. She managed to hit me in the face before running. I had been aiming at the front of her shirt but now I started aiming at her hair. She’d spent a decent amount of time straightening her naturally curly hair. As I expected, she let out an indignant screech before bolting from the living room and up the stairs. I turned to Val and she was trapped between Ovi, me, and the couch.

”Looks like your new friend abandoned you,” I said.

”Nef help!” she tried before Ovi and I drenched her.

I heard Nef running down the stairs and I turned just in time to see her bring a belt right across Ovi’s ass. He screamed and jumped away. She swung it at me but I managed to get out of striking range. Val crawled over the couch to stand beside Nef. Nef handed her a second belt.

”You want to play games?” she asked, looping the belt around her wrist so it couldn’t be easily taken out of her hands. Val did the same smiling deviously.

Shit. Ovi was closer to the stairs so he bolted, leaving me trapped. I had a corner behind me with Nef to my right and Val to my left. Nef swung the belt, hitting my thigh. I grabbed her arms, only to feel Val hit me on the ass. My hands flew back for protection but it was useless. I couldn’t avoid both of them. Trying to strong arm one meant that the other was open to hit me.

Swat!”Stop!” I all but screamed, dancing around trying get as far away from those belts as I could. Swat! Swat! Swat!

”Who’s been abandoned now?” Val asked. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

That bastard! Eventually Nef and Val got bored with tormenting me and ran upstairs to find Ovi.

”Open the door.” I heard.

There was no response. I grabbed the spare key from the drawer in the kitchen and ran it upstairs. Nef and Val turned toward me when I walked down the hall. I held the key up and Nef reached for it. She unlocked Ovi’s bedroom door and went in. He wasn’t in the bedroom or the closet. I pointed to the bathroom and sure enough the door was locked. She slid the key into the lock and pushed against the door. It wouldn’t budge. He was on the other side of the door holding it in place. The three of us pushed against the door and we managed to force it open.

I stood there laughing as Val and Nef terrorized him with the belts. I blocked the door so that he couldn’t run out of the bathroom.

Swat! ”Say you’re sorry,” Val order.

”No! Never.” Well that was a stupid thing to say.

Swat! Swat! Swat! They took turns striking different parts of his body, making him dance around and jumping trying to avoid the belt.

”Ahhh, okay! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again!” he said finally giving in.

Both Nef and Val hit him a few more times for good measure.

”Now look here, Trouble.” Nef said. ”Try that again and it’ll be worse.”




Nef’s POV



Val was chill. I liked her. She’s Ovi’s new super tall, pencil thin, Russian Glamazon girlfriend. Honestly I expected her to be this uptight super model that work tons of makeup caked on her face. I didn’t expect to get along with her so well. We sat together at the home opener and Mikhail and I took her around DC when the guys had gone to Atlanta for the season opener.

I had been talking to her after dinner at Ovi’s place when Sasha and Ovi decided that they wanted to play. I don’t appreciated being chased around with a squirt gun filled with cold water. So as pay back Val and I chased the boys around with Ovi’s shiny D&G belts. There are few things funnier in the world then watching grown men dance around trying to avoid being swatted with a belt.

Later that same night Sasha and I were lying together in bed. It was that down time between your day ending and right before you go to bed. I’d been thinking a lot about my relationship with Sasha. Things were settling and I was happy. I was happy with him, happy with school, happy with work, happy with my friends, happy with my family and just happy in general.

“Our anniversary is coming soon,” Sasha said.

“Yeah, it’s been almost a year.” Oh wow, it had. It didn’t seem like it.

When I met Sasha a year ago I never thought that this would happen. I honestly hadn’t put any faith in this when we started hanging out. He was just a cute boy that I liked talking to. He was just a handsome guy that I enjoyed hanging out with. Now he was the man that I was in love with. I was pleasantly surprised.

“What you want for present?” he asked.

“No idea. I don’t really need anything.”

He growled at me. He did that when I said something to annoy him or something he didn’t like.

“I really don’t!” I said. I never do. I’m the worst when it comes to presents. He knows this so he shouldn’t be surprised.

“You always make it hard,” he said nipping my shoulder with his teeth.

“You don’t have to get me anything. I’ve got you and that’s all I need.”

It’s true. I only really wanted him. I have that so I’m happy.

“Did you get my present yet?” he asked.

“Yes, I got it a while ago.”

He made a noise that sounded very much like despair. His arms tightened around me, pulling me closer to his body.

”Your gifts are always so meaningful,” he said. ”There’s always some higher though or meaning behind the gifts that you give me. I feel like I can’t measure up. I can’t just buy something expensive if it doesn’t mean anything.”

”Sasha, there’s no need for that. I love you and I’ll love whatever you get me, you know that. I’m not big on extravagant presents. I’ll take you and a nice evening at home over something big and flashy any day.”

I linked our right hands together, holding them up so that I could see the two Egyptian rings we wore together. I hadn’t told him that but these rings were eternity bands. When you locked your fingers together in a certain what the top of Ank hieroglyphs would connect to form the symbol for ‘shen.’ ‘Ank’ means life and ‘Shen’ means eternity, hence the rings being called eternity bands. I just told him that they had been in my family for a very long time and because I loved him I had chosen to give it to him.

“You do that a lot,” he said, following my eyes to our joined hands.

He brought our hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss on our rings.

“It’s because I love you.”

Chapter 62 – Mercy

Nef’s POV

I loved the sight of Sasha laying on the bed, hands and cock bound, begging for release. I admit I can be a little sadistic. I admit I love listening to him beg. It’s hot. Watching every muscle in his body strain and clench with the closeness of his orgasm was more beautiful than any sight I had ever seen.

“Please…take it off. Please untie the ribbon,” He pleaded.

“You chose this. You picked the ribbon,” I said. I knew that when I gave him the option of the ribbon or paddle he had no idea what the ribbon was for.

His eyes were smoldering with longing for his release and his hips seemed to move of their own accord. He’d moved his bound hands to space above his head, holding onto the headboard. I assumed it was so that he wouldn’t be tempted to reach for his bound cock. At any moment he could have loosened the scarf from his wrists or untied the ribbon from around his cock but he didn’t. He was certainly strong enough to overpower me and force me to release him but he didn’t. He had relinquished full control to me and he was trying his best to obey. I was pleased.

“I sorry. I sorry.” He chanted. “I sorry for be bad.”

My fingers toyed with the edge of the bow. With one tug I could release him and end his torment. I could show him mercy and forgive his transgression. I could, but would I?

“You want me to show you mercy?” He nodded.

“You want me to forgive you?” He nodded again, his eyes pleading.

I lay back against the foot board with my legs spread wide.

“Please me and I might.”

He lunged up and buried his face between my legs. His tongue slipped deep inside me and I could feel the suction of his mouth on my clit. He pushed two fingers inside of me and pumped them in time with the lashing of his tongue. He moved with a purpose, the intent of bringing me pleasure. He didn’t stop after my first orgasm. He kept going until I pulled him away from my all too sensitive clit. I could see my wetness dripping from his mouth and all over his chin. I pushed him back on the bed and lapped at the moisture.

“Mmmmm, good boy,” I praised.

I tugged at the end of the ribbon and the bow released. I pulled a little harder and it unwound itself from around him. I grabbed his almost purple erection.

“Please? Can I?” he remembered to ask for permission.

“Cum,” I commanded and with one twist of my wrist he did.

He can explosively, screaming loudly, and spewing his cum all over my hand. His eyes rolled back and his body went slack.

“Sasha?” I called, slightly worried. “Sasha?!”

I shook his shoulder when he didn’t answer but he was unresponsive. I untied his wrists and they fell limp on the bed. Oh wow, I made him pass out. It was a few minutes before he stirred. His eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled, stretching the length of his body.

He pulled me down on top of him, holding me close.

“Did you like it?” I asked. I hadn’t really talked to him about this. I’d kinda hoped he would just go with it.

”Yes. It was amazing. You can be really mean when you want to be,” he smiled at me.

”I wasn’t being mean. You broke and rule and you were punished.”

”I loved every minute of it. I didn’t know you had this in you.”

”I have to keep things interesting. I wouldn’t want you to get bored.” It’s true. I didn’t want him to get bored with me or our sex life. I also didn’t want to be bored with it. Sex should be fun and enjoyable! Besides by keeping things interesting it brought us closer together.

”Never bored with you,” he whispered into my ear. I saw a mischievous smile flash across his face and he started to laugh.

”What?” I asked. ”What’s so funny?”

”I knew you had control issues. This just proves it!”

My jaw dropped as his high pitched cackle echoed through the room. I do not have control issues! I glared at him and he kissed my nose. He was not showing the proper amount of fear.

”Remember our bet. I still have you until tomorrow,” my voice lowered threateningly.

He held me tighter and said “You not hurt me, you love me.”

Chapter 61 – Bow

Sasha’s POV


How did I end up in this position? I was blindfolded, lying on my back with my hands and feet bound to the headboard and foot board. I had been there for what felt like hours. Nef was teasing me, trailing scarves, and feathers, and lips, and hands all over my body. I couldn’t see what she was doing so my sense of touch was hyperaware. I could feel ever little caress and tickle, none of which were where I wanted them to be. I wanted her to touch my privates. I wanted her to wrap her lips around my cock and suck. I wanted her to wrap her hands around my aching erections and stroke it until I burst. I begged her for it. I pleaded with her but she wouldn’t budge. When I squirmed too much she tickled me, saying that if I didn’t behave she would punish me.

“Please Nef, I need you.” Oh sweet mercy just let her put me out of my misery.

My skin was sticky and I was sweating. My desperate pleas seemed to finally move her and I felt her hands touch my cock. If I hadn’t been blindfolded she would have seen my eyes roll back into my head. I immediately thrust up into her hands, desperate for release. She let me thrust as hard and as fast as I could. My body began to tremble with my approaching orgasm and I gasped out her name. Yes. Just a little more and I would cum.

I felt her hands pull back and I barely contained the scream of disappointment. No, not this again. I can’t take it right now. Nef told me it was called orgasm denial. She would work me right to the edge of orgasm only to back off before I could actually cum. She did it twice more and I could feel the blood pulsing through my cock and the precum dripping from the tip. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before. I promised her anything, promised her everything if she would just let me cum.

She grabbed my cock again, one hand slowly stroking it while the other hand held my hips against the bed. Slowly she worked me back to the edge. My body trembled hard and I whispered pleas for her to finish me off. Her hand sped up and I had reached that point of no return. My breath hitched and I was cumming, hard; my body violently convulsing and spasming on the bed. I thought I might pass out from the force of it.

“Thank you,” I said as I tried to control my panting.

She uttered a sound of displeasure and her hand continued to stroke my gradually wilting cock. I winced away from her. I was always super sensitive after an orgasm. I wanted her to stop touching me there.

“It wasn’t much,” she said.

I had no idea what she was talking about, instead focusing on trying to get my sensitive cock out of her hand.

“Stop, please,” I whimpered. It was really uncomfortable.

She didn’t, instead she asked “Did you cum while you were away?”

“No,” I answered, still trying to squirm out of her grasp.

“Don’t lie.”

“I not.” This was like torture!

She pulled the blindfold off my eyes with her free hand and pointed to the mess on my stomach. The room was dim – she’d pulled the blackout curtains shut – so my eyes adjusted rather quickly.

“It wasn’t much,” she repeated.

I tried to think but it was hard to do while she was still stroking my sensitive cock. The puddle on my stomach looked normal. It looked like what it was – cum. The puddle was smaller compared to the ones from Friday when I masturbated in the bathroom of the hotel – fuck!

“I not – “I began but stopped at the look on her face. She knew I was lying.

“When?” she asked.

“Friday,” I asked, my breath hitching in my throat as she continued to stroke the sensitive head.

Her hand stopped but she didn’t release my cock. “How many times?”

“Two.”

She released my cock and wiped the mess from her hands and my stomach. She untied me, helped me sit up on the bed, and gave me a glass of water. My throat and mouth were dry. I’m in trouble. I know it. I didn’t say anything; I just looked down at my hands. I had red lines on my wrists from struggling against the ropes.

“You’re going to be punished.”

I nodded, that much was clear. When she lay down beside me on the bed I was confused. She said that I was going to be punished but she made no move to do so.

“Not now, rest for a little while,” she said.

I lay down beside her and she informed me that from now on I wasn’t allowed to cum again unless I had her permission to do so. She told me that if I wanted to cum then I had to ask for permission and wait until she granted it. It seemed simple enough. I tried apologizing but she told me to be quiet and to lie still. My body had stopped convulsing and the remaining tremors were slight. I dozed for about an hour before Nef woke me. She had me kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed.

”What did I tell you before you left?” she asked, standing in front of me. Her voice was hard, not a trace of the softness from before.

”Not to touch myself while I was gone.”

”And did you obey me?”

”No.”

She moved closer to me and lifted her right leg to brace it on the foot board beside my head. It pinned me between the bed and her body. She leaned forward so that her face was right above mine. It was imposing so I tried to move backward only to be stopped by the foot board.

”Why did you lie?”

”I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to be upset with me.”

“Let’s play a game,” she said.

She walked toward the dresser and picked up two items – one in her left hand and one in her right hand. She turned to me and said “choose.” The item in her left hand was a red ribbon and the item in her right hand was a small paddle. The paddle I got – if I chose that I would be spanked. The ribbon I didn’t get. It wasn’t long enough to tie me up with besides there was more than enough rope on the bed. I knew that I didn’t want to be spanked with a paddle. That was a given fact. I decided that the ribbon couldn’t be as bad as the paddle so I chose that. Nef smiled and put the paddle back on the dresser.

She instructed me to lie on the bed with my legs spread and I did. She sat between them and tied the ribbon snugly around the base of my cock and balls. It was tight, but not unbearably so. She made a bow on top and I had to fight the urge to smirk. A bow on my dick – the perfect Christmas present?

She used the silk scarf to bind my wrist together but didn’t attach it to the headboard. She straddled me, leaning over and kissing me passionately. I looped my arms over her head so that I could hold her against me. I’d wanted to do this since she came over this morning. I’d missed having her in my arms. I could feel her hips swiveling against mine and I wanted to be inside of her. It wasn’t long before I was hard again. I hadn’t been able to touch her, to please her because she wanted absolute control.

I used my body to turn us over so that she was on her back and I was nestled between her legs. I braced my elbows on either side of her head and proceeded to kiss her with all that I had.

“Nef, I still want you.”

She reached over to the nightstand to grab a condom and I pulled back. After rolling it onto me she pulled off her underwear.

“Leave the corset and boots, please?” I asked her.

She pushed me back onto the bed and eased herself down onto me. She was so warm and wet, and exactly what I wanted.

“Yes,” I groaned.

I know I say this a lot but I love being inside her. It feels right. It feels like home and every time we make love it’s like I can feel how much she loves me. It’s like I can show her how much I love her so that she understands just how much I’ve come to need her.

She took her pleasure from my body, doing exactly what she needed to find her release. Her hips moved quickly and her hand snaked down to massage her clit. I angled my hips upward and met her for every thrust. I wanted to see her cum. She had been so calm and controlled while we were playing, pushing aside her own arousal to focus on me. I wanted to see her lose it the way I had when I found my release.

I could feel the rhythmic pulsing of her inner muscles and I knew she was close. I braced my feet on the bed so that I could thrust harder against her. My own arousal made itself known and I thought that if I could thrust hard enough I might be able to cum with her. She fell forward, placing a hand on each side of my head. She arched her back, opening herself up to my thrusting.

“Yes,” she panted. “Harder…that’s it…fuck me harder!”

“Close,” I said. “I gonna cum.”

She screamed and bit my shoulder as she came. She was squeezing me in her impossible heat. I thrust harder trying to find my own release but I couldn’t. The ribbon felt like it was strangling my cock. I sat up, trying to flip us over again but Nef pushed me back down on the bed. Her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm but she was laughing.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?” she taunted. “Did I tie it too tight?”

She moved off of me and looked down at my cock. It was almost as red as the ribbon tied around it. I reached for the bow on the ribbon and she swatted my hands away. I was close, so close I felt like I could cum at any moment.

“You weren’t going to cum without permission were you?” she asked. Damn it. I’d forgotten about that.

“Please! I close.”

She pulled of the condom and tossed it in the waste basket. She knelt between my legs and snaked her tongue around the head of my cock. She lapped at the precum there.

“Do you want me to suck you?” she asked. Her voice was low and soft again.

“Yes, please. Anything!” I begged.

In one swift move her mouth went from the tip of my cock all the way down to the base, burying me deep in her throat. I nearly screamed with the pleasure of it. Her hands held my hips while her mouth worked my cock. It felt so good, too good almost.

“Can I cum?” I asked. I was already so close.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled around my cock and the vibrations caused my toes to curl. Oh God, that made it better.

She sucked harder and continued to hum against my cock. I was so close, closer than I had ever been before. Close, my body screamed at me. Cum, my brain seemed to chant. I could feel that build up of pressure in my balls that always happened right before I came. I started to thrust my hips, fucking her mouth to get the last little bit of pleasure I needed to release. But I didn’t. I moved my hips harder and pushed Nef’s head down further but nothing worked. I was so close to cumming but I couldn’t. That stupid ribbon!

Nef pulled back, smirking again and I screamed “No!”

“What’s wrong? Can’t cum?”

“Please…take it off. Please untie the ribbon.”

“You chose this. You picked the ribbon.”

Chapter 60 – Frenzy

AN: Warning!!!! In the next few chapters have a high level of kink and deviously sexy behavior. If you are easily offended please come back in 2 or 3 chapters. If you enjoy a little kink here and there buckle your seat belts because I think it’s going to be a wild ride!



Soundtrack: Shontelle – Licky (Under the Covers)


Nef’s POV


By the time that Sasha got back to DC I wanted him to be in a frenzy. I wanted him to be so aroused that he couldn’t think straight. He called me as soon as his flight landed asking me to come over. It was late so I said I would be over first thing in the morning. Sunday was an off day for him. I had gotten most of my assignments done during the time that he was gone so that Sunday and Monday would be free. He had practice and I had class on Monday but that was only for a few hours out of the day.

I had everything I needed already in a big black duffle bag by my bedroom door. I told Sasha to be showered and ready for me by 9am. I needed to kick him out of his bedroom so that I could set up. When I arrived at his place the next morning he pretty much attacked my lips as soon as I was through the door. His lips were fused to mine, his hands were tugging at my clothes, and his body pinned me against the wall.

“Stop,” I said firmly.

He reluctantly pulled his lips away from mine. I told him to make breakfast while I went to prep his room. I could tell he was annoyed at having to wait longer. It was exactly what I wanted. In his room I pulled the blackout curtains – he’d had them put in after the first time he had seen me suffer from one of my migraines – I laid out the corset, boots, and boy shorts that I would be wearing after breakfast, and I attached the ropes to the four corners of his bed. I laid out the scarves, gag, feathers, and all the other goodies I brought with me. I took one of the red silk scarves with me when I headed down stairs to the kitchen.

Sasha had made a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit. He was sitting patiently at the island counter waiting for me. He saw the scarf in my hand but said nothing. We talked about our week over breakfast but I could tell that he wanted to hurry up and get things started. We walked hand in hand upstairs but I stopped him from entering his bedroom. I gave him his toothbrush and told him to go to the guest bathroom to brush his teeth and when he was done to come back and kneel outside of the bedroom door with his head down and eyes closed. When I finished brushing my own teeth and changing my clothes he was kneeling obediently in the hall way by the door.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked

At the sound of my voice he opened his eyes and turned toward me. He was silent for a long moment; his eyes appraising me from the top of my head to the sole of my boots.

“Yes,” he said nodding.

I stood in front of him with the red scarf in my hands.

”Do you know what a safe word is?” I asked.

“Yes.”

”Good, pick one.”

“Krasnoyarsk,” he said without hesitation.

I slipped the scarf over his eyes and helped him walk into the bedroom. I removed his shorts and his shirt leaving him clad in only his boxer briefs. Once he was on his back on the bed I went to the dresser to grab a few things: another scarf, a large feather, and a cloth flogger. I crawled onto the bed bedside him.

“Did you miss me?” I asked, trailing the ends of the scarf over his skin. I moved it over his face, his neck, his chest and legs. I pulled off his underwear but I didn’t go near his cock. It was already hard and dripping. I could tell by how fast he’d gotten hard that it had been a long, frustrating week for him. I didn’t use my hands on him. I tried to avoid my skin coming in contact with his. I knew that it would drive him mad to not be able to touch me.

“Yes, I missed you.”

I slowly tied a rope around each of his wrists and ankle, anchoring him to the bed. His breathing was shallow as he tested each of the bonds, seeing how far he could move. I kissed my way down his right arm, across his chest, and up his left arm.

“Nef,” he groaned when I moved away from him.

“I’m not going far,” I said reaching for the large plush feather. It reminded me of something out of Moulin Rouge.

I traced kisses across his hips and down his thighs, carefully avoiding his now prominent erection. I braced my hands on the bed, keeping my body away from his. When my kisses didn’t land where he wanted them to, he thrust his hips toward my lips with a soft “please.”

“Please what? Is there something you want?” I tried to keep my voice as soft and as sensual as possible.

“Touch me. I want you to touch me.”

“I am,” I said trailing kisses further down his legs.

“No, not there.”

I smirked. His voice was already rough and needy and we’d just started. Now using the feather I traced the same path that my lips had made.

“Do you know what this is?” I asked.

“No.”

“Guess.”

“Scarf?” he questioned.

“No.” I moved down his chest toward his legs.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly.

I tickled the feather over the bottom of his feet and between his toes and he nearly shrieked.

“A feather!” he shouted, laughing, trying to move his bound feet away from the tickling.

“Good,” I said, moving away from his feet. He really was incredibly ticklish.

As a reward I trailed the feather over the underside of his cock and circled his balls. The sensations were light and teasing, not what he wanted. I trailed the feather over every inch of his exposed skin and by the time I was done he was begging me to use my hands to touch him. I put down the feather, trailing my hands over his skin, still keeping the touch light and tickling.

“Nef, enough. I want you,” he said.

When I didn’t respond he pulled hard on the rope attached to his right wrist. It didn’t budge. I saw his fingers try to find the knot that kept the rope in place but it was futile. He wasn’t going anywhere until I released him.

“Naughty boy.” As punishment I tickled his exposed armpits.

Up until now all of the touched has been soft and teasing but now I tickled him hard.

“Ahh,” he screamed. “No, stop! I sorry I sorry!”

He pleaded and begged through his laughter. His face and chest flushed red so I stopped to give him time to catch his breath. I loved watching him squirm and thrash around on the bed. It seemed like he couldn’t lie still no matter how hard he tried or how many times I told him not to move. It was erotic and my own arousal soared. I pushed my own wants and needs to the back burner. This was about giving him pleasure in new ways. This was about showing him things that we’d never tried before.

I licked his lips, beckoning him to open up to me for a kiss. He acquiesced, straining his neck reaching toward me.

“More. Nef, I want more.”

Chapter 59 – Hands off

Sasha’s POV


The day I accidentally hit Nef with a hockey puck she seemed unaffected. The following day when the soreness and swelling set in she was less than thrilled with me. She recognized that it was an accident but the discomfort and pain that accompanied it shortened her fuse. She wouldn’t let me anywhere near her.

“I just want hug you,” I said trying to pull her into my arms. There was never a time when the two of us were locked in each other’s arms while we lay together.

“Hurts too much.” She lifted her shirt and I saw that the bruising went from her arm pit to below her boob.

She was lying on her bed, on her back with her left arm thrown over her head. It hurt less that having the arm by her side. She pulled me to her right side so that I could cuddle against her without her having to put pressure on her left side. I should have paid more attention to her side but all I noticed was that she didn’t have on a bra. It hurt too much to have it against her side. I moved my hands to caress her skin and she swatted them away. I moved to kiss her and she pushed my face away.

“No, Sasha.”

“I be gentle. I promise.”

“No.”

I hated it when Nef said no. She didn’t say no often, her sexual appetite matched my own, so when she did I didn’t like it.

“Nef,” I whined, “I leaving tomorrow and gone for a week!”

She pointed at her side and said “hurts too much.” She flicked my bottom lip with her fingers when I stuck it out at her.

“And I’ll be taking payment for our bet when you get back.”

“Huh? What payment?”

“You lost our paintball bet. So that means you belong to me, my love. I get to do whatever I want to you for 24 solid hours.”

She was smirking and it made me a little uncomfortable.

“What you plan?” I asked hoping that she would give me at least a hint.

She didn’t. She just laughed at me. During the time that we’d been together I had learned to have a healthy dose of respect and apprehension when it came to Nef. She could be downright devious when she put her mind to something. I knew she wouldn’t hurt me but I also knew she liked to push buttons and my limits. Nef hadn’t had very many partners. I’m pretty sure I was only the third guy that Nef had ever had sex with but that didn’t mean that she didn’t know what she wanted and what she liked. Sex with her was always amazing and she introduced me to things I have never considered before. She told me there were a few things that she wanted to try.

I whimpered and told her to be nice to me. I would be at her mercy and under her complete control. When we made the bet I told her I wanted to be worshiped from head to toe for an entire day if I won the bet. I mean what guy doesn’t want their girlfriend dressed in high heels and skimpy lingerie waiting on him hand and foot? She said that if she won the bet she wanted absolute control. I couldn’t control all the wicked thoughts that were going through my head. What would she do to me? What did she want to do to me?

She told me that she didn’t want me to touch myself while I was gone.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t touch yourself. I don’t want you to cum until you get back to me,” she clarified.

“Why?”

“It’s a surprise. It will be worth it. Trust me.”

“Okay,” I said. This was going to be a tough week.



Our flight to Columbus left early evening on Tuesday. I had stayed at Nef’s place Monday night so I ended up needing to go back to my place after practice to get my bag for the trip. We were sitting on the tarmac waiting for the plan to finish loading when I received a text message from Nef.

Want to know what I have planned? Well I’ll be using this. It said. The message was accompanied by a picture of a red silk scarf. How would she be using that?

That was how it started. She would periodically send me picture messages of the different items she planned on using.

The next message was waiting for me after we landed. It was a picture of her legs – she was wearing sky high, black stiletto over the knee boots. Do you like them?

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This not fair, I texted back. Red silk scarves and sexy black boots? I wanted her. I wanted her more than when I left. The next day before the morning skate I had another message. It was a picture of another red scarf but this time it was knotted in the middle…it was a gag.

Some of us were told that we wouldn’t be playing this game so we stayed behind to do an extra skate. When we were done I called Nef before showering but it went to voicemail.

“You are evil,” was the only thing I said before hanging up.

“What are you staring at?” Stecks asked me. We’d gone for a pregame meal.

“Just looking at messages,” I said pocketing my phone. I was still trying to figure out how Nef would be using these things.

“Dude, you just saw her yesterday. Chill out.” Mike.

“Fuck off,” I said smiling. My phone beeped again signaling a new message and I was almost afraid to look at it.

You think I’m evil? Well, I’m going to use this on you, the message said. It was a picture of a coil of rope. My face flushed red and I was rock hard almost instantly. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and hoped no one noticed.

When I laid down for a nap it was hard to fall asleep. I tossed and turned, thinking about the pictures that Nef sent me. This was absolute torture.

Every time my phone beeped for a new message I was scared to pick it up. She sent me a picture of her bed with the ropes hanging from the headboard and footboard, pictures of a black corset with a promise that she would wear it for me, pictures of a belt, and of soft, tickling feathers. Oh my God, she’s going to kill me. I know it. She’s going to kill me. After the picture messages came video messages. She would send me videos of her bed with her whispering sultry messages to me. She sent me a video of her trailing the red scarf over the black boots that she wore, all the while whispering about how much she missed me and how much she wanted me. I thought I was going to explode. It seemed like my erection never wilted.

I made it to Friday without touching myself. I tried to listen to her and not do it, but it was just too much. The constant barrage of sexy messages and the promises of pleasure were enough to drive any red blooded man over the edge. I tried to not think about it. I tried taking cold showers. I tried to ignore the messages she sent but I couldn’t help but look at them.

I had woken up early Friday morning panting, covered in sweat with a raging hard on. I’d just had the most amazing dream involving Nefertiti. The clock on the bedside table read 4:13 am. My body was so tense I thought my muscles would snap under the pressure. I stumbled to the bathroom, trying to be quiet so I didn’t wake Ovi, I took a cool shower hoping that it would help but it didn’t. I was still hard, still hot, still achy.

As soon as I touched my cock my legs started to shake. I grabbed the towel bar at the back of the shower for support. It wasn’t going to last long. I think I stroked myself five, maybe six times before I exploded cumming hard. After that I cleaned myself off and crawled back into bed.

Chapter 58 – No worries. I just won’t be able to nurse my future children from that side.

Sasha’s POV



“What the hell happened to you guys?” Boyd Gordon asked.

We were changing before heading out to the ice for practice.

“Paint ball yesterday,” I answered.

“They lost,” Brooks said pointing at the guys that had pockmark bruising. All of us had quarter size bruises peppering our arms, legs, and chests.

Brooks and Neuvy laughed and flexed their arms, telling everyone about how they’d kicked our asses. Everyone got a kick out of it, especially the part where we were beaten by girls. When we took to the ice I saw Nef, Jesse, and Jackie sitting in the stands wearing camo print t-shirts with Paintball champs written across the front. They stood up and started flexing the same way Brooks and Neuvy had done in the locker room. I fired a puck at the glass in front of them before starting my warm up and stretching. Brooks skated over to the girls and saluted before starting his own warm up routine.

Practice was hard. Bruce worked us from one side of the ice to the other. We worked on defensive play, the power play, the penalty kill, and the shoot-out.

“Good jobs, boys. We had a good, hard practice today,” He praised. “Finish it out mountain.”

There was a collective groan from all of us. The mountain was pretty much wind sprints or suicides or whatever you wanted to call them. We had to skate from one side of the rink to the neutral ice and back. Then skate from one side of the ice to the opposite side of neutral ice before skating to the far side of the rink and back. They were painful and left you gasping for breath. Everyone hated them. After the sprints some guys stayed on the ice while some went to shower and others went for their one on ones. I had my one on one this morning so I stayed on the ice practicing stick handling.

When practices are open there are always fans that come out to watch and for autographs. I signed a few before motioning for Nef to come down toward the bench. Since practice was over I thought it would be a good idea for her and the girls to sit on an open bench.

“Hey Brooksie!” She said. “Baby face! Come here. I have a present for you! “

She had more camo print paintball champs t-shirts for them.

“We got them made this morning.”

“Cool!” Brooks said taking the shirt from her.

“I thought you at library this morning,” I interrupted.

“Library…t-shirt shop…it’s all the same,” she said smiling.

I glared at her. A library and a t-shirt shop are not the same.

“I studied! Promise!” she said.

I took her word for it. She had left this morning long before I did and I can’t imagine getting screen printed t-shirts taking that long.

“He’s just grumpy because he lost,” Neuvy said.

I kissed Nef on the cheek and said “Whatever” before skating away. I still had a few more things to work on before showering. I took Neuvy with me because I actually needed a goalie to shoot at. Nef and the girls decided to stay on the bench rather than go back to the stands. Brooksie was leaning against the wall talking to them.

I’d been working with Neuvy for about 10 minutes before one of my shots hit the cross bar. I had been working on my one timer. It was a shot that I didn’t take too often. I saw the shot hit the post and ricocheted out and I heard it bing off of a metal tie in the boards but I didn’t follow it until I heard a scream. I turned around and I saw people rushing toward Nef. She was hunched over holding the left side of her chest.

“Nef!” I shouted before dropping my stick and gloves, rushing over to her.

“Oh my God, that hurt. A lot,” she said. Her eyes were glassy and she looked like she was trying not to cry.

“I sorry.” I grabbed her to pull her to me. I wanted to make sure she was okay but when she gasped in pain I immediately let go.

Smitty, the head athletic trainer, came over and took her in the back to make sure she was okay. She wasn’t hit in the head but we didn’t want to take any chances. I sprinted to the back to strip off my gear and follow her. When I made it back there she was sitting in a table with her top off and one of the trainers was manipulating her shoulder.

“It looks like you took most of the impact in your chest to the left of the...ah the nipple. You might want to get an x-ray to be sure and definitely get an MRI to make sure there’s no soft tissue damage in your…um…bust,” Smitty said.

“Thanks,” she giggled. I’m glad she was well enough to laugh.

I could see her skin starting to discolor. She was going to have a nasty bruise.

“I sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay. I’m fine.” She pulled me into a hug with her right arm and kissed my forehead. “No worries. I just won’t be able to nurse my future children from that side.”

Smitty smirked. He grabbed an ice bag and taped it to her side, under her arm and against her boob. I grabbed one of my under armor shirts for her to wear because she wouldn’t be able to get her shirt over the wrap. She sat in my stall while I showered and dressed.

“You doing alright?” I heard Brooksie ask. He had brought Jessie and Jackie back to find Nef.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Nothing broken, just a bruised boob.” Brooksie handed her the puck that had hit her.

“That was a one in a million shot,” Jackie said.

“I don’t think he could pull that off again if he tried.” Nef.

“Let not try again,” I told her as I walked toward them after finally dressing.



Nef’s POV


Have you ever been hit by a hockey puck? How about hit in the boob by a hockey puck? How about hit in the boob by a hockey puck shot by your boyfriend? It sucks. It hurts like hell; moving to put a shirt on hurt; hell, even breathing hurt.
Sasha and I were leaving the hospital after I went to get an MRI. There was no permanent tissue damage, just a really ugly bruise that would fade in a couple of weeks. The trip to the doctor’s office was actually really funny for me.

“So young lady, what seems to be the problem?” the doctor asked as he unwrapped the ice pack.

“I was hit in the chest with a hockey puck and I’m just here to make sure nothing is damaged.”

I had an x-ray to make sure that nothing was broken and the doctor had me change into a paper hospital gown so that I could have the MRI done. My skin had already started to turn a splotchy kind of purple. The bruise was darkest where the puck actually hit me. I noticed that there were a couple of bruises on my legs and back from paintball yesterday. When the nurse took me for the MRI She told me to stay put and that we would be back shortly.

“You know sweetie,” the nurse said, “if someone is hurting you, you can tell me.”

“Huh?”

“If someone is hurting you, we can help you.”

“You think someone is abusing me?”

I told the nurse that no one was abusing me and that this was the result of a freak accident, not because Sasha was using me as target practice. After the MRI I was led back to the room were Sasha was waiting for me. When we walked in he was on the phone.

“What they say?” he asked once he was off the phone.

“Nothing, we have to wait for the doctor.”

It was a 10 or 15 minute wait for the doctor so I told Sasha about the nurse. I thought it was funny but Sasha didn’t find it amusing at all.

“She think I beat you?”

I told him that I explained to her what happened at practice and that should have been the end of it. It wasn’t. When the doctor came back with the results he said that everything was fine. There was no tissue or bone damage. As I hoped up to get my clothes he said that he wanted to talk about the bruising that I had elsewhere on my body.

“As I told the nurse, this was from practice today. He was practicing and a shot ricocheted off the post and the wall and hit me. We probably shouldn’t have been hanging out at the bench but no one thought that this could or would happen. The others are from paintball yesterday. We went to Pev’s paintball and played guys verse the girls.”

“And your team lost?” the doctor probed.

“No, we won. I have a couple of bruises because we played on their larger outdoor field. His are worse; his team lost and they got the firing squad,” I said laughing. “That’s why I have a shirt that says Paintball Champ I’m not afraid of getting a little bruised and dirty to win.”

Sasha lifted his shirt and showed the doctor the small circular bruises that peppered his chest, back, and arms. Come to think of it both of us did look like we’d had the crap beaten out of us.

“Thank you for the information. We take domestic violence very seriously.”