Daddy.
I want to be Margot’s Daddy so bad, I can no longer locate where the need ends and I begin. It’s quite simply a part of me. My fantasies have escalated lately to include pigtails and nightgowns and that coveted pop of her cherry. Giggling and secrets and teasing. I’ve never even thought about this kind of shit before. Never in my life. It’s her. She’s done this to me.
And she’s been dreaming of kisses. Probably has a little crush on her coach.
We’re on totally different pages.
I’ll ruin our relationship if I rip off my lid and show her the predator lurking underneath.
“Be a good girl and come on the vibrator.” For Daddy. “For coach.”
I start to kiss her again, because God, I can’t help it. But she rears back a little bit to avoid my mouth, scrutinizing me. And then she takes a deep breath and says, “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” I growl, grinding the device against her clit, making her whimper and writhe between me and the wall. “I bought it for you. I need you to get relief or I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Let me satisfy this pussy. Now.”
“No,” she says choppily, her lithe thighs dancing around my hand. “I refuse. I refuse to g-get relief. N-not unless you’re inside of me.”
“Margot,” I roar into her neck. “That can’t happen. I’m your coach. You’re too young. There’s a list of reasons I can’t…ah, sweetheart…why I can’t just push your legs apart and sink in up to my balls. No matter how bad I fucking want to.”
She pants against my throat, her hands now actively trying to push the vibrator away. “I won’t do it. I won’t!”
I bare my teeth against her ear. “Why?”
“Because you’re in denial about what this is. Or you’re holding back. Or something.” Her neck loses power and she moans, dropping her head back, giving me no choice but to take my tongue up the smooth column of her throat. “B-but you won’t be able to lie when you’re inside me. I don’t know how I know that, I just do.”
She’s right.
Jesus, she’s right.
If I was inside of Margot, there would be no tempering the storm inside of me. She’d know exactly how deep this obsession runs. And by that time, even if she was scared, it would be too late for me to stop. I would violate the trust we’ve worked so hard to build, every day for the last two years. “Stop holding back.” I work the vibrator at a new angle, making her hiss a breath, shoot up on her toes. “I can’t fuck you. I can’t.”
“I won’t tell my parents,” she gasps.
Christ, I almost spill my seed at that. It’s so tempting. To take her somewhere and set my lust free. Ride her every which way until the sun comes up. To harbor a secret between just us, the freedom to explore our unique bond without consequences. But she’s worth more than a relationship where she has to sneak around behind closed doors. Behind her parents’ backs. She’s worth everything this world has to offer and more. My Margot deserves to be acknowledged and treated with care and respect.
“No,” I rasp, pressing a button on the vibrator to increase the speed.
Her knees give out and I have to hold her up, my left arm secure around the small of her back, my right hand rocking the vibrator right where she needs it. “Yes,” she whispers shakily.
We’re arguing about sex. Me being inside of her.
She is actually holding out on her orgasm in protest.
Refusing to come unless it’s around my dick.
Panicked by what I’m tempted to do, I drop my forehead against the wall above her shoulder. “You need this, Margot. Take it.”
“I need you more,” she says so quietly, I wonder if I heard her incorrectly.
My heart booms in my chest, dangerous declarations wanting to spill out of my mouth. I love you. I love you. I fucking burn day and night for you. I’m on thin ice, so close to confessing my sick obsession it’s not even funny. Jesus, I could unzip my pants and have my cock inside her tight channel within seconds. She’s asking me for it. I’m insane to pass up this chance to bang her tight, little body against this wall with no repercussions. We’re in our own world here. In the dark, in this club, in this city so far from Austin. It would be like a naughty dream. But the beast would be loose after that and I’d ruin her life. The stalker she’s created would be out of the background and in her face all day. All night. She’d hate me. Resent me.
“Take your orgasm, Margot,” I grit through my teeth.
She looks me in the eye, her expression dazed. Aroused beyond belief. It must be costing her a hell of an effort to hold back. “Not until you’re inside me,” she pants.
My fingers act of their own accord. I’m desperate now to give her what she needs, that’s why. Wild in my eagerness for her to climax. She needs it. I give her what she needs, goddammit. So I keep the vibrator humming against her clit with my left hand. And I push the middle finger of my right hand up inside her snug pussy, kissing her sweet mouth while I work the digit in and out. “I’m inside you now, sweetheart. Make my fingers drip.”
“Th-this isn’t what I meant.” Her teeth are beginning to chatter, her pussy giving off tiny pulsations. She’s on the edge. “Oh! Everett.”
Something comes over me. Something dark that’s been boiling just beneath my surface. She’s so tight and perfect around my finger that my control slips. “You call me Daddy while that little-ass cunt is clenching around my knuckle, understand?”
Her gasp drags me out of the darkness.
I find Margot blinking up at me, confused and curious and…horrified?
I can’t tell. She should be horrified. Did I really just say that out loud.
Before I can find a way to smooth over my mistake, she’s pushing away my hand. Stumbling out from between me and the wall. “I want to go home,” she says, breathing hard, her cheeks painted red. “N-now, please.”
What choice do I have?
This is why I’ve kept my distance.
This exact reaction. Whatever bond was between us has been tarnished and it’s one hundred percent my fault. I should have stayed in the shadows. I knew my sickness would turn her off. Send her packing. Head throbbing with the agony of upsetting my sweet girl, I shove the vibrator into my pocket, turn and escort her out of the club. If I can’t do anything else right, I’ll make sure she gets home safely. Back underneath my watchful eye where, unfortunately for her, she will remain for the rest of her life, whether she wants it or not.
There’s no soil on earth deep enough to bury this infatuation.
Or to keep it from flourishing now that it’s been given water and sunlight in the form of Margot’s kiss. Margot’s body. Margot’s voice and touch and taste.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Margot
Diving is not going well this morning.
I’m hot…everywhere.
As I climb the ladder of the high dive, I have to clamp my back teeth together to keep them from chattering. Very slightly, the skin of my knee grazes one of the steps and sensation rushes through my middle, my intimate muscles clamping down on nothing, making me gasp. I’m wet from the pool, but the moisture is noticeably warmer between my thighs. And it takes all of my willpower to keep climbing with my legs shaking so hard. It takes every ounce of my focus not to look down at Everett where he stands at the pool’s edge with a clipboard in his hand, shiny silver whistle around his neck.
You call me Daddy while that little-ass cunt is clenching around my knuckle, understand?
Those words have been echoing in my head since last night. Every time I go back to that moment and think of my coach’s big, blunt finger pushing up inside of me, those harsh words growled into my hair, my heart starts to pound in an uncontrollable way. My nipples tingle and turn into painful peaks that are extremely noticeable in my bathing suit. I’m not at home in my skin. I’m restless and agitated and burning up. If I didn’t know better, I would think I’m sick.
But that’s not it. I’m just hovering right on the edge of something…consuming. Relieving. My mind tells me I could have reached that summit last night. In the darkness of the club with the vibrations coursing through my sensitive flesh, that wild, intangible feeling bubbling to the surface, I was almost free. The break I’ve been chasing for two years without success could have been mine…but Everett wouldn’t have been.
Yes, he admitted an attraction to me, but his touch last night-in the therapy room and in the club-was all about priming his athlete. Grooming me for greatness. That’s all it was. That’s all it ever is. He doesn’t share my feelings. Doesn’t love me in the way that I love him. He probably thinks of me as too young, too inexperienced, too immature.
There’s only one way to get experience, though.
And I’m not getting it with anyone but Everett.
I reach the high dive and walk to the very edge, my toes curling over the edge of the board. Unerringly, my gaze falls to my coach and finds him staring a hole in me, his jaw brittle as dry bark. If I’d let myself take that orgasm last night, he wouldn’t be looking at me the way he’s looking at me right now. Like he’s two seconds away from snapping the clipboard in half.
If he’s aching half as badly as me, he’s being burned alive.