The Admiral

Putting one in felt just as good as keeping one out. It was the reason he stood alone at one end of the ice for half the game; more if it were going well, less if it were a night like tonight. The puck was like a magnet to the back of the net. Whether it was the defensive play, the pressure, or the ice, his pads grew heavier with every passing minute. Dreams of starting in the AHL seemed bleak after the first game, forget advancing to the national stage. At least it was over. His first start for the Admirals was done, put away but not forgotten like the 'Giroux' jersey hanging in his locker.

Gabriel was sore. The soreness in his muscles thumped against his skin but it was pushed away to the back of his mind. It was just another after effect of the game. But the screaming sour feeling in his stomach was new. Never had he given up five in a night, and never in front of so many. He should've been pulled off the ice even if the emergency third goalie had to be called up, a defenseman in pads. There should've been pride in finishing the game but how could anyone feel good about what had happened.

He didn't want to see anyone tonight. The team seemed to understand this and didn't say much, although no one had reason to say anything in a 5-0 loss.

As he drove home in his street clothes the disaster of the night played in his mind like a highlight reel without an end. Gabriel's girlfriend, who had probably waited for him after the game, was ignored. He didn't even try to see her. All he wanted to do was get on the road, go home and forget the night.

Headlights beamed across his face until he made it home. It was a small rented house he shared, made smaller by the heels in the doorway. But at least she wasn't home yet. Kicking off his shoes he walked into the livingroom, flipping the television on to have something drown out his thoughts. He was tired of reliving the same scene. As he took off his coat he opened the closet door, reaching for a hanger. Placing his coat in the closet he heard the front door open. Reality had returned.

Last bump.

Samantha was at home doing what she always did not able to go and watch Gabriels game she didnt like watching anyways she couldnt watch when he gets hit with the puks thou it shouldnt hurt that much with all those pads but it hurt her seeing him get hit

Samantha meet Gabriel when she was 18 and since then she couldnt leave his side somthing about him just pulled her to him now she was with him and mostly belonged to him she didnt mind thou he could get a bit rough when he had a bad day but Samantha never really liked it in a other way knowing he would never really hurt her or she hoped since he wasnt upset enough yet

she was singing in the kitchen starting to see what she wanted to cook when he came home as her handy rang she picked it up

"Hi Janie how are you what are you doing?!" she smiled as then her smile started tos lwoly fade as janie told her that her husband was at the game and came home early cause they were only losing and that gabriel got hit with puks more then what he could hold

"Thanks Janie for the heads up ...no no dont worry ill call you later im going to get some things to maybe make him happy no he would never hit me " she said as she then hung up janie was always worried knowing Gabriel and how fast he got upset

as she drove up to the house she saw his truck there she sighed some hoping she was there before him as she got some messaging oil and some things to maybe help the pain as she went to the door opening it hopfully quietly as she slipped in walking right into the kitchen not saying anything he would probly want a couple mins of peace and quiet

she got his favorite drink out of the fridge as she quickly and quietly placed it beside his chair and dissapeared back into the kitchen as she started to cook dinner trying to be quiet as possible normaly she would ask how the game was but thinking how janie told her how it went she should not even open her mouth about the game

she stood before the sink cleaning some potatoes as she hoped he could relaxin she was wearing her short red with white dots dress
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In another time Gabriel would've gone out, pounding down a string of the most expensive cheap beer. Now he wanted complete control over himself but more than that, he always needed to be ready, to be in shape if he wanted to continue chasing a dream everyone else called elusive. It was recent he decided to make that change and the hell-hounds of temptation continued nipping at his heels.

Through the door he heard her on the other side moving around in another room. Slowly he drew the closet door to a close to find a drink sitting on an end table near his chair. Samantha was a quick little thing but even this annoyed him. Something else was coming into his mood. She was clearly trying to improve it and while he didn't want to continue remembering the night, he also didn't want her to interfere.

Rather than head into the kitchen where he heard her, he remained in the living room as he glanced toward the television, watching the images press against the screen. They couldn't come fast enough. The world was in such a damn hurry to get nowhere. But he was being sour. Still upset, still angry.

A soft whooshing sound of escaping air fled the chair as Gabriel fell into it. Immediately his head leaned back against the cushion of the chair as he stared toward the ceiling, noticing the flashing lights from the television screen igniting the room in colors. Lowering his eyes the screen recaptured his attention. At least he didn't have to worry about ESPN covering the game, seeing some catastrophic failure recurring on the television in a repeating top ten list. They didn't care about hockey anyway. Everyday hockey was being bumped for almost-sports like NASCAR and golf. The pit of the loss still hung in his stomach, still made him angry. Spiteful. And it would be four days until he'd have another shot at retribution if the lineup managed to stay the same through the night.

Instinctively he reached out and grabbed the glass, taking the first drink. At least it was cold.

hearing him throw himself into his chair she knew he didnt want to see or hear her she tried her best not to make a sound out of the kitchen as she put the cleaned potatoes in a pot with hot water as she walked over to the fridge glancing once in the livving room seeing him watch tv just hoping whatever he was watching that they wouldnt make a report about the game

standing there she looked over him once again as she then quickly turned back to open the fridge door bending over so she could get the meat out of the fridge not sure where she put it though she searched trying not to make to much sound as she was thinking what she should make for a sauce

she then went back to the oven as she then put a frying pan on the stove and turned on the heat so the pan would get hot enough so she could fry the steaks she had found in the fridge in thought she walked back tot he door way wanting to ask him how much he wanted to eat as she opened her mouth she quickly covered it again not sure if he would get mad at her cause she spoke to him she thought she would just make some meat and if he wanted more she would make more then

she just hoped his mood would get better after dinner as she also quietly set the table thou he would probly want to eat in the living room alone


after some time the meat was done the potatoes where done as well as she poured the water out she got acouple of drops on her hand she jmped and gave a slightly scream though she bit her lip quickly to shut herself up as she held her hand under cold water she then put everything on his plate

she waled in the living room behind him quietly she put his plate with fork and knife on the table next to him doing this all from behind him so she wouldnt have stpeed infront of him or the tv

she went back tot he kitchen and sat done alone on the table to eat quietly as she sighed softly to her self wondering what she could do to make him happier and even if it was for a hour so he would just forget the game

The smell of food filtered into the living room, directly over his chair. Gabriel wondered why she was even making food. After the night he had, how could he be hungry? He wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget about the night. Food was the last thing on his mind and its scent did nothing to change his mind. Hearing her shriek through the doorway in the other room drew on his irritation but it wasn't because she made noise. It was because she was so quiet. She made everything so awkward. Gabriel understood why she was staying away, staying quiet but it only fermented his animosity.

As her cooking came to an end, the aroma grew in strength. It became impossible to ignore after she came into the room, setting a plate full of the stuff on a small table next to him. He took a drink but ignored the food. After a few minutes he glanced away from a basketball highlight on the screen, sneaking a peek at the food on the plate. Gabriel had no intention of eating it. He was still infuriated. And the food wasn't making him feel any better about things.

Setting his glass next to the plate of food he pushed away from the chair and stood up. He was going to leave behind the plate, leave behind the food, leave behind the drink. The awkwardness only made things worse and he was going to put an end to it. Gabriel wasn't interested in talking but he wanted to slash tension. He'd do this by any means.

Standing in the doorway separating the living room and the kitchen he looked in on Samantha. Leaning against the frame of the door he asked, “Why so quiet?” He crossed his arms as his eyes set on her.

Samantha enjoyed her meal some it tasted really good as her mind set off thinking about what she could to help him feel better tonight and what she would wear and all hearing his vioce she jumped up to her feet and gasped some

"OH....ummm " not sure how she should say it " dont know just tho...thought you would want quietness after th........ummm cause you looked so tired " she smiled some turning back to the stove

"Wou...would you like some more ?!" as she then went and put some stuff she hadnt put back in the fridge from coooking back in the fridge as she quickly shut the door and stood now closer to him against the fridge door

"H...how was....was...w...DINNER! did it taste good wasnt that your favorite meal??" she was nervous not sure really why though she always tried to keep his mind off the game she smiled

her eyes looked over him not helping to see how good looking he was thou he was always so good looking but somthing about his arms crossed showing power made her slightly weak in the knees

she walked slowly over to him and gave him a kiss on his lips softly as she then walked back tot eh table taking her plate and laying it in the sink her back turned to him she quietly took a deep breath

"sooo...what where you watching in TV hunny?!"

“Tired?” he questioned her. Inside he knew it was an innocent question but he needed to lash out. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

Gabriel released the questions about the dinner. She would find out soon enough how he felt about it. It wasn't that she wasn't a good cook but he was in no mood to eat. Some men would break down and hide inside themselves, others wouldn't let it bother them at all but Gabriel was the kind of guy who wanted to get right back out there and prove the score wrong and find a little retribution. But that day was too far away. Instead she was here. He was sure she'd be able to handle it and if not, he wasn't in a position to care.

As she came up to him, planting a kiss on his lips Gabriel didn't respond. It was expected with the way she was coming up to him but love wasn't lying on his lips, much less within his heart at that moment. She was something he could take some of his anger out on. Walking sex.

When she turned to walk away he watched her body move, enjoying every second of it. Hearing her ask about the television brought sports flashing back into his mind, although he hadn't rid of it for long.

“Forget about the tv,” he spoke bluntly, following her until she stopped at the sink. Gabriel stood closely behind her, pinning her between the sink and his own body. “Why don't we do something else,” at this his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he tossed out his intention.

kissing his lips feeling him not even move a bit she knew that his mind wasnt in love mood as she walked over to the sink thoughts ran threw her mind of what he might have in mind as her body was getting excited on one side but on the other wondering if the game made it worse then she had ever felt

as he then pinned her between sink and his body she could feel his hand grip her waist she bit one lip as she then also heard his words her hands griped the sink she was shorter then Gabriel making it easy for him to pinn her she always felt helpless when he was so close to her but also knew there wasnt a safer place to be as long as she didnt do the damage herself as she then softly and quietly asked

"what do you have in mind " her back arched slightly pressing her hips back against him some as if her body was following orders it knew it would be getting soon and eager to follow her legs spread slightly as her body also started to shiver some knowing he liked it when she fought against him some he could then let it all out thou today it was somthing else she wasnt sure if she should fight back he had never came back with such anger

she knew she wasnt like other women she loved it when gabriel well took her not really raping her since she wanted it it was more taking to his pleasure thou she loved how sometimes he could get rough thou she had never felt his full strength

she leaned back against his chest looking over her shoulder "dont you want to eat dinner first before it gets cold?!" knowing he didnt want to eat first he did what he wanted and not what she did

Samantha was still trying to initiate conversation but again it fell on deaf ears. Talk was done. It had finished. Anything else he wanted he was going to take from her tonight. Damn the dinner and her conversational curiosity. It was time to forget the five goal night and those pucks slipping through. Even though she wasn't out there, he'd make her pay for the bad defense, casual errors and lucky ice tilt.

As she asked he felt her body respond to how close he was, her back arching, her hips moving. Gabriel's right hand released its grip on her hip, sliding around toward her stomach. With the same hand, using dexterous fingers he pulled up the slack on her dress until her panties underneath had been revealed. When he felt the last of the lace passing through his fingertips he permitted his hand to go forth, slipping under the fabric and toward the panties she wore underneath. With rough determination he slid his hand against her skin, slipping it between her flesh and the band on her panties. Immediately his hand cupped her sex, petting her with a stroking thumb as he leaned his body against hers.

“Quiet. Just spread your legs, bend over and keep your mouth shut,” he warned as he continued playing with her pussy. With his free hand he began pulling down her panties from her waist and down her legs, not enough to remove them but enough so they wouldn't impede his progress.

Samantha felt his hand slip to her stomach as his voice vibrated in her ear she felt it was almost a growl her body shivered some her knees get slightly weak as she opened her mouth to answer

"O....." as she quickly shut her mouth again as she just noded as she bend herself slightly over the sink her legs spread slightly more as she gasped feeling his hand cup her sex her breathing started to pick up some as she looked over her shoulder to look back at him she was biting her lower lip

she knew there was somthing that had happened today in the game that she would have to pay for thou she wasnt the one who had done the mess up

his strong hand held her she knew if he wanted hecould pick her up with one arm his strengthwas one of the things that had made her want him back then as they met her cheeks blushed some as her thoughts drawled out what he might do with her tonight maybe somthing new

she pushed back against him some as hse wiggled with her hips some her body wanting to tease him to see what he does thou it was ready to be fiesty as well knowing that made it all more the fun

one hand sliped down to his hand cupping it softly as she tried not to moan not yet

Gabriel hadn't heard a word from her as she silently obeyed him. It was quiet now but by the night he was going to have her screaming whether through pain or pleasure. As she seemingly gave in by spreading her legs, he took his hand and lowered her panties farther down her legs until gravity yanked them to the floor.

As those panties slid down her legs his petting grew a little tougher, a little rougher. The pace of his hand a little faster, his breathing a little heavier. While Gabriel continued toying with her box his free hand left her hip to work free the button and zipper holding up his pants. With ease defined by his swiftness he let them fall the floor, standing behind her wearing nothing but the shirt hanging around his shoulders. But there was no time to remove it.

Nor was she going to be given a chance to remove that dress. Rather than tearing it away or pulling it over her head, Gabriel's hand slid from her stomach, over her breasts, trespassing just over her collarbone. As his finger dipped inside her pussy, the other hand cupped, gripping her throat tightly. He'd control her breathing. What she could take in. What she could let out. If she dared squeak out another sound, his hand was there to pinch it out.

From between her legs his hand withdrew as his cock slid forward, rubbing against her pussy. “Put your face in the sink,” he commanded easily. Should she follow his simple order, his grip around her throat would relax and he would find her much more presentable.

as she felt his hand roughly on her sex she had to bite her lip tilting her head back some almost resting it on his hsoulder as she felt his other hand slip up to her throat as his fingers griped controling her breathing she opened her mouth licking over her lips as she tried to stay calm and breath threw her open mouth making it slightly easier to breath as threw her nose her head tilted in his hand some

her own hands griped the sink edge as she moaned feeling his cock on her pussy some on one side she didnt want to move liking this feeling of not really helplessness but the matter of his controlling

thou before he got mad she noded slightly not daring giving a sound from her bending over she glanced over her shoulder back to him as she then turned her face to look in the sink her hands still holding onto the sink edge her legs shivering slightly as her thighs fight not to rub on each other

his fingers felt so good knowing that by the time he was done with her she was going to be laying there mind blown shivering and not able to move anymore but never knowing what was going to happen and how he was going to take her till she passed out was so exciting which already mad her get wetter and wetter that her juices already were dripping over his fingers and almost down her thigh

Gabriel's excitement grew as she lay bent before him, open and bare and ready to take him in. But this wasn't going to be a slow, deliberate fucking. Withdrawing his hands, they repositioned themselves around her hips, gripping her hard. He was sure she would feel the pressure and some pain but Gabriel wasn't going to release her. Without a doubt he wanted to control her, to hold her where she was without giving her an opportunity to escape his grasp.

With a long and steady stroke he passed his cock against her pussy one more time before he pulled back, pushing inside. Although tonight he was far from gentle. His fingers gripped her tighter and his hips pushed harder, not giving her a moment's respite as he buried himself inside her without a single pause. She was going to take him and he was going to force her.

When he was fully inside her he held himself in that position for a moment but it wasn't to give her a break. It was so he could feel every piece of her one more time that night before he ripped her apart. Slowly this time he pulled back until he had nearly left her body before pushing back in, ramming her harder than before. The repeated attack came as he pushed himself into her as though in a rhythmic trance, venting the troubles of the night on her little body.

feeling his hands grip tightly on her hips she bite her lower lip as her fingers grip tightly to the sink edge then she moaned feeling his cock rub past her pussy as he then pulls back and rest for a second she went to take a deep breath but before she could she felt him force himself in her

at his forcefull thrust she tries to keep quiet but the pain and the pleasure made it hard for her not to try and wiggle and struggle as she maons out with a slight whimper as she knew that what he was doing now to her was soft and caressing what he would do with her before the night was threw would bring her on her limits

he had alot of anger in him from the game and she knew she had to hold out for all the things that went wrong today for him she knew it would bring her pleasure but it would be more pain then pleasure but she knew she could hold it out for him her hips struggled slightly under his hands and his cock

she glanced once over her shoulder back at him as she gasps hearing the phone ring knowing who it would be it was her friend probly to see if he was taking her his way again or if she could have changed it all thou what her frined didnt understand is that she liked it mostly what he did some of it hurt but she knew she would have to take it cause she loved him more then anything

thou she was afraid of what might happen if he hears who is on the phone if her friend spoke to quick thinking she was on the phone and not him thou she hoped he was so in his world of his Domination that he wouldnt notice the ringing as she maoned out tring to hide the sound of the phone as she also leans back some against his hands and cock to cause more pleasure