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.