The Ice Queens Coronation

My leg bounces up and down involuntarily as the limo takes off toward the venue. It's the only sign of my nerves but Liam notices. His calloused hand lands on my leg and squeezes just above the knee in a comforting gesture. I swallow anxiously before sliding a confident smirk on my face.

"Getting handsy already? I thought that wasn't supposed to happen until after the gala."

Liam reddens a little. "Just trying to put my date at ease."

"Not a date," I remind him with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Nope. Just a bet." He grins boyishly. "Which you lost."

I never should've agreed to the bet.

As the social media manager for the Sea Lions Hockey Team, I know better than to entertain the childish antics of the players. I plan the videos ahead of time and post throughout the week to keep our engagement up. My assistant films the often reluctant team members doing silly dance trends and manages the TikTok comments. I avoid interacting directly with the players when I can because of their immense immaturity. I rarely need to address them unless it's serious so the guys know if they're called to my office it usually means a lecture. I know what they say about me behind my back. That I'm unfriendly. Frosty. But I prefer the term professional.

Liam, the center of the Sea Lions, has made a habit of pestering me. Since my first week he has been relentless. He jokingly asks me on a date every chance he gets and winks at me like we're both in on some shared secret. He pretends to harbor this huge crush on me and much to my chagrin, the rumor has spread. His buddies, the physical therapists, and even some admin have harassed me about when I'm finally going to give him a chance.

I, of course, ignored him at every turn (to the best of my ability) but Monday morning he really tested my patience. I was already in a foul mood from spilling my coffee when he strode in. Without a greeting, he simply announced that he had nominated me for Ice Queen at this year's charity benefit and that I would be his date.

In my three years working for the team I had successfully avoided going to the annual gala. For those who don't work for the Sea Lions, tickets are 5,000 each and NDAs are required - maybe because of the unsavory after parties. Whatever the reason, I have no interest in schmoozing with a bunch of entitled pricks with deep pockets. The Sea Lions always picked an amazing charity but I needed work-life balance and I spent too much time with the team as it is. I brushed his nomination off as one of his many taunts but he kept pressing. By the end of the day I promised him that I would accept the nomination and be his date IF the Sea Lion TikTok page accumulated one million followers before the gala. I bet him that the account wouldn't be able to get there by the end of the work week. They were sitting at a cool 600k so I was in the clear. Or so I thought.

The guys, with the help of my traitorous assistant, worked around the clock to gain the required followers. They devoted time after practice to film content and participate in livestreams. Within 3 days the Sea Lion follower count skyrocketed to 1.2 million and I was totally fucked. I attempted to get out of it by claiming that I didn't have a fancy enough dress (which was true) but Liam and the guys were not having it. I begrudgingly accepted the Ice Queen nomination because at the end of the day I am a woman of my word.

The day of the benefit I found a garment bag hanging from a hook in my office. I unzipped it to reveal a gorgeous cobalt blue gown. The main color of the Sea Lions. The jackass bought me a dress.

Despite my initial hangups about spending time outside of work with the team, I can't deny how much I love the dress. An A-line silhouette with a plunging neckline and billowing sheer sleeves. The bodice is fitted but the layers of tulle create a ball gown look. Tiny silver stars and embellishments adorn the fabric. They cascade from the waist and become less dense toward the bottom of the dress. It could belong to a Disney princess if not for the low V in the front and the two thigh-high slits. The dress is sexier than anything I would ever dare to wear to work. It fits me like a glove along with the shiny silver stilettos that mysteriously appeared on my desk. How the hell did he know my sizes?

I clutch the tulle in my fist as I narrow my eyes at Liam.

"So...what exactly is the deal with the Ice Queen thing?"

A laugh bursts out of him as he answers. "You accepted the nomination and you don't even know what the process entails."

I glare at him as I wait for him to answer my question. "The Ice Queen thing is a competition. Each of the players nominates the most stand-offish woman they know and at the gala there's a vote on who the coldest one is. The girl who wins gets a crown and bragging rights. The player who nominated the Ice Queen chooses the charity that all the donations from the night are sent to."

"Wow...that sounds super misogynistic. The people at the gala basically vote for the biggest bitch?"

Liam softens his gaze. "Katrina, don't think of it like that. Sure it's an outdated tradition but it brings in a lot of money. And if we win then I get to send the money to a charity of my choosing."

The only good thing about this stupid competition is the charity part. But why can't they have a regular benefit without crowning an Ice Queen? All the team owners and managers have been exclusively men so I guess that checks out. I grimace as I mentally prepare for the humiliation.

We arrive at the Sea Lions hockey rink and my mouth drops open in awe. The place is completely transformed from when I was here mere hours ago. Grey-blue marble flooring covers the ice with a tiled dance floor on one end and a bar on the other. There's a large platform on one side of the rink with a podium and microphone. Scattered in the middle of the floor are 10 cloth covered tables with name cards for each guest and extravagant centerpieces.

Tall candles rest on a bed of lavender and eucalyptus. Grape Hyacinth, Glory of the Snow, and other winter flowers are artfully placed around the candles. Crystal icicles and snowflakes descend from the ceiling at varying depths. It truly feels like a winter wonderland.

"It's stunning."

Without missing a beat, Liam winks at me like the flirt he is. "Not as stunning as my date."

I huff in annoyance before grabbing his hand and leading us to our assigned table. I hate to admit it but Liam is the perfect gentleman. He pulls out my chair for me and offers to get me a drink. When he comes back with a glass of champagne, I sip the bubbly gratefully and observe the other guests at our table.

I recognize Oscar (the goalie) and Jimmy (the enforcer) looking dapper in their tuxes. I'm not familiar with the two women they brought as their dates. My fellow Ice Queen nominees look elated to be there. In between ogling the beefy hockey players, the girls chat excitedly. It occurs to me then how many people would kill for my job. I'm surrounded by hot athletes everyday at work but I guess the thrill is missing because I know them too well.

The dinner portion of the evening wraps up with an amazing crème brulee for the final course. As the waitstaff clears our plates I notice Bill, the owner of the Sea Lions, make his way to the mic. Oh no. If they're anything like his pep talks then we will be here for eternity.

Bill's eyes crinkle as he smiles broadly at us. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. On behalf of Sea Lions Hockey, I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your presence at our annual charity gala. Your dedication as well as your generous donations are greatly appreciated."

I drone most of his speech out but I perk back up when he mentions the Ice Queen competition.

"Will all my nominees please come to the stage?"

My hands start to shake as I turn toward Liam. I'm so used to being the person orchestrating everything. I'm the behind the scenes girl - not the star of the show. I shouldn't be participating in some fucked up beauty pageant. Why did I have to make that stupid bet?

Liam reassuringly squeezes my hand. "You've got this, Kat."

Any other time I would snipe at him for using that nickname when he knows I prefer Katrina. But tonight my nerves are getting the best of me and as much as I hate to even think it...Liam has a calming presence. I stand up slowly and straighten my shoulders. If they want me to be the Ice Queen then that's what I'll be.

My toned legs glide across the marble as I strut up the three stairs leading to the stage. I'm all bravado when I join the lineup of 19 other women. Bouts of applause echo across the arena as I glare at the crowd. God this is demeaning.

Bill goes to each contestant one by one and asks why they deserve to be crowned Ice Queen. Most give cutesy answers but a few girls are downright desperate to please Bill and whichever hockey player nominated them. I fucking despise puck bunnies. Where is there self respect?

By the time Bill gets to me I'm pretty fed up with the nonsense. My jaw clenches as he repeats the same question he asked the other participants. I grab the microphone from him and smile sickeningly sweet as I address the crowd.

"Well I think I deserve to be Ice Queen because I don't go out with hockey players." I make eye contact with Liam. "Even the ones who beg for a chance daily."

I hear some oohs and scattered applause as I blow a kiss toward my table. Oscar and Jimmy are cackling like hyenas at their teammate's expense. To his credit, Liam is a good sport and merely raises his eyebrows at me. Lesser men would have thrown a tantrum but he simply looks at me. I refuse to lose the staring contest as the corner of his mouth ticks up slightly. Why is this amusing to him?

Bill gently grabs the microphone back and chuckles. "Alright, thank you Katrina. Lovely to see our Social Media manager taking a chance in the limelight. That was our last contestant, so take out your phones and vote for this year's Ice Queen."

Ignoring the rest of his instructions, I make my way back to my seat. I steal another glass of champagne off of a waiter's tray and guzzle it down. I walk back to my table cockily, exaggerating the sway in my hips. Liam may have won the bet but I certainly won the night.

To my surprise, Liam doesn't mention what went down on stage. We go back to chatting with our table mates as if the last five minutes hadn't happened at all, which I'm grateful for. I'm tipsy from the bubbly but not nearly drunk enough to handle a serious conversation with Liam. I wonder if a small part of him is offended that I publicly rejected him (after privately doing so for years). But in typical Liam fashion, he is as animated and charming as ever while he engages in conversation.

Several minutes pass before Bill goes onstage to announce the winner. He has a tiara as well as a sash with "Ice Queen" printed across in the signature Sea Lion blue. I bite my lip to keep from scoffing. Even though this is a pageant I didn't quite expect this much...pageantry.

"Alright the moment we've all been waiting for. Before I announce the winner I would like to remind everyone of the rules. Once the Ice Queen is crowned and the...ceremony begins, no one may have their phone out. Anyone caught taking pictures or videos will be apprehended by security. You also must remain in your seat at all times for the safety of those involved. Lastly, remember the NDAs you signed."

I whip my head around to ask Liam for clarification but he's nowhere to be seen. Oscar, Jimmy, and the rest of the hockey players are missing as well. I try to make eye contact with the dates they left behind but everyone's attention is on the stage.

"Now that business is taken care of...it is with great pleasure that I announce to you our winner." Bill takes a pause to build the drama. "Please put your hands together for your new Ice Queen-our very own Katrina Lawson!"

No fucking way. I thought my cheeky comment would get a few laughs but I didn't think I would actually win the whole thing. I shakily stand up and ascend the steps to accept my award. When I approach Bill he grins wildly at me before stepping behind me. I stay as still as a statue while he lowers the sash and places the tiara on my head. My hands automatically go to adjust the sash so it reads properly.

Ice Queen. That's me. The iciest, frostiest bitch here. I can't help the smile that graces my face as my gaze sweeps across the room. There's still no sign of Liam or the other boys which is too bad. Although he signed me up for this shitshow, I would love to rub the win in his face.

"And here is the player who nominated our winner!" I turn to the side and frown in bewilderment. Liam is leading the rest of the team as they carry a giant blue chair to the stage. "Congratulations to you as well. Now Liam...what charity are you picking tonight?"

"Thank you Bill! Thanks to Kat and our generous guests, all donations will be going to St. Jude Children's Hospital."

I don't even feel the need to roll my eyes at the nickname. Maybe Liam isn't so bad. He clearly has a good sense of humor and he picked an amazing cause. It doesn't hurt that he fills out his tuxedo well. The material stretches across his broad chest and toned quads in a way that makes me clench my thighs together. I look away quickly, chastising myself for checking him out.

Liam suddenly steps away from Bill and stalks toward me. The ferocity in his eyes is something he usually saves for game day but tonight it's pointed at me. I instinctively back up until the back of my legs hit something and I fall. A gasp escapes me as my ass falls into the chair that the players brought on.

Liam smirks at me and crouches down so we're at eye level. He lightly touches my crown before caressing my cheek. I lean into his touch for a second before my brain catches up with the movement.

"What the fuck is going on, Liam?"

"Well, I left out some stuff about the competition. See the Ice Queen thing isn't about calling out the biggest bitch. No, it's about finding a workaholic woman who needs to loosen up. Who deserves to feel good?" He affectionately chucks me under the chin. "Are you ready to feel good, Kat?"

I scrunch my eyebrows as I process the information. Is he planning on fucking me? In front of everyone?

"Look, Liam. I don't know what kind of drugs you're on but maybe cut back on the 'roids before you get kicked off the team. As cute as your little crush is...you don't have my permission to-"

"Baby, there is nothing 'little' about me. And we don't need your permission because we already have it. You know for being so smart you should really read the new hire paperwork more closely. Didn't see the fine print about what happens if you're crowned Ice Queen? All the other women had to sign paperwork to be here and are well aware of what goes down. You just signed it a few years early."

I'm at a loss for words as my mouth opens and closes. I pride myself on being intelligent and observant but it appears that I'm the most clueless person here. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

"Guys, hold her down on her throne. I think we have a feisty one on our hands."

Meaty hands grasp my shoulders and thighs and I shriek. Oscar and Jimmy are on either side of me, pinning me to my Ice Queen throne. I viciously struggle but I don't budge an inch. Two hockey players both weighing over 230 pounds against me is nowhere near a fair fight.

"No! Get off of me!" I bare my teeth at Liam as his nimble fingers wrap around my neck. "Liam, listen to me right-"

His lips cut off the end of my sentence and I freeze. The firm press of his mouth to mine is intoxicating. He swallows my gasp of surpise while his hand lightly squeezes my throat. His tongue sweeps over mine and I savor the taste of him. My pussy aches as I lean into his kiss. I've never experienced such an intense exploration of my mouth and I can't seem to hold back a moan. He smiles in response to my small noises but I can't find it in me to be annoyed. Continuing to devour my mouth, Liam reaches down to pluck a nipple through my dress and I squeak.

I jerk my head back and he releases his hold on me. My lips tingle with the after effects of his ruthless kiss. My nipples harden, noticeably peaking through the thin material of my dress.

"L-Liam...you can't do this. If you want to go on an actual date then maybe-"

"Awww, it's a little late for that sweetheart. As you so humbly bragged about during the competition, you rejected that idea in the past.

"This isn't about dates. This is about you getting fucked."

I shakily protest as Liam walks behind the throne and grabs my sash. He raises it so it's in line with my open mouth. Before I can close my lips, he pulls the material tautly toward himself. I choke on my sash as he ties the rest of it behind my head, creating a makeshift gag. I whimper and salivate helplessly while Liam completes the knot.

The men rotate so that Liam is in front and Oscar is behind me. Oscar grabs a fistful of my hair and brings his mouth to my ear. I squirm in my seat at his gravelly rumble.

"Look up, princess." He tilts my head back, forcing me to look at the Jumbotron screens. "Put on a good show for everyone."

My eyes widen and I truly panic. Could this get any worse? My colleagues teaming up to fuck me in front of an audience is one thing. But our Jumbotrons don't just show what's happening live. It records everything in high resolution. Every game is immortalized in the Media office and now so will my unwilling sex tape. A burst of anger and determination runs through me as I catapult my body out of the chair. I manage to get two steps before I'm caught and I scream into my gag.

"Naughty, naughty Kat. Seems like you want to be punished." My chest is against Liam's back as I buck and kick, trying anything to get him off of me. "Jimmy, a little help please."

Jimmy smiles teasingly as he appears in front of me. Liam's hold is resilient as I wiggle in his arms, refusing to give up the fight. The sound of seams ripping fills the arena as Jimmy tears at my dress. He savagely destroys the garment until I'm only left in my blue thong and heels. Tears of mortification fill my eyes when I realize everyone can see my bare tits.

"Not to worry Kat. I'll buy you another dress to replace it." I hiss at Liam viciously but he simply maneuvers me so I'm on my knees.

I try to crawl away but his hold is impossibly strong as he wrestles me into place. I turn my head to snarl at him while he restrains me.

Jimmy hands him the scraps of my gown and Liam gets to work. He binds my wrists together behind my back while Oscar takes care of my ankles. I scream into my gag as my arms are stretched further behind me to attach another rope. My back arches to accommodate the position and I wriggle in discomfort. I look at the Jumbo screen to witness my struggle in real time. Naked, flushed, and now hogtied.

Liam's hand grazes my ass and I flinch. "Kat...you haven't been too nice to me lately. In fact, I would say you've always had a bad attitude." He gropes one cheek roughly. "But don't worry. We will fuck that right out of you."

"Don't forget her punishment." Oscar chimes in. "Turn her ass red for being a brat."

"You're absolutely right." His hand leaves my ass. "Count each one. I'll give you 20 to start off."

I groan into my sash as I anticipate my spanking. The first slap echoes across the arena and I hear a couple of people gasp. I stay silent, not willing to give him the satisfaction. My resolve fades quickly when he hits my other cheek significantly harder and I shriek.

"I'm gonna keep spanking this tight ass until you listen. Be a good girl and fucking count."

I whine behind my gag. He's never spoken so harshly to me and I feel my pussy contract around nothing in response. My panties are soaked and I can feel my sticky juices leaking down my thighs. I hope he doesn't comment on it. Being turned on by him spanking me...I would never live it down.