Page 11 of Yes, Coach

"Stay," I order quietly, and she stops immediately. "Don't move."

"Just a minute," I call out, my voice surprisingly steady.

I grab her clothes and hand them to her, then move to unlock the door while she dresses quickly.

"You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?" I murmur as she pulls her shirt over her head.

By the time I open it, she's mostly presentable, though her lips are still swollen and her hair is mussed.

"Hey, Principal," I say, keeping my hips behind the door. My hard-on visible from space. "What's up?"

He leans around me, his expression softening when he sees Taryn trying to keep her breathing steady. "Oh, hi Taryn, didn’t expect to find you here. You okay? You’re cheeks are really red. It looks good, kind of—"

"Actually,” I cut him off with a grunt, “I was just finishing up with Taryn here." I gesture behind me, and Taryn forces a small smile. "College prep stuff."

"Ah." He nods, eyes narrowing, and if he gives me one fucking speck of trouble right now, I’ll send his head through the cinderblock wall. “All good. We’ll catch up later. Good to see you, Taryn.”

He turns and leaves without another word, thank fuck.

After he’s gone, I close the door and turn back to Taryn. She's sitting in the chair again, her hands folded in her lap, but I can see the look in her eyes.

“What is it?”

Her nose twists, as if she’s trying to clear it of a bad smell. “He’s a creep.”

“Principal Morrison?” I turn to look after him. “What’s he done?”

“To me? Nothing. But other girls have caught him staring at their chests and trying to see up their skirts in class. Younger grades, too. Underage.” She raises her eyebrows at my quizzical look. “Girls talk, Coach, we watch out for each other. He hasn’t tried anything, as far as I know, but he cornered Chloe once and she got a really bad vibe. Thought he might, you know… be trying to feel her out. See if she’s interested.”

I growl. “He tries anything like that with you, you come to me. Right away. You hear me?” She nods, but the anger is still building inside. “For that matter, you hear of him trying anything with any other girls, you come to me. I’ll be keeping an eye on him.”

For a moment, she’s silent, then, “Thanks. Not many teachers take that kind of thing seriously.”

"It is fucking serious, but it also lumps me in that sick, pervert category, Taryn.”

“Our situation is completely different. I’m the one that—”

“Nevertheless… We can't do this here."

She sighs. "I know."

"But I meant what I said. About you being mine."

"I hope so."

"Now," I move to my desk and grab a piece of paper, writing down my address, "Tomorrow night. Seven o'clock. Bring nothing but yourself." I pull out my phone and hand it to her. "And put your number in my phone."

She takes the paper with shaking hands, then my phone and starts tapping the screen. "What if someone sees me?"

"They won't. I live outside town, and my nearest neighbor is half a mile away." I reach out and brush my knuckles over her warm cheek. "You still want this?"

"More than anything, Daddy."

The way she says it makes my chest tight.

"Then go home, baby girl. And tonight, when you're lying in bed thinking about what we started here, remember that you're mine now. That beautiful body, that sweet pussy, that trusting heart—all mine."

She nods, handing my phone back with a new little sparkle in her eyes. "Yes, Daddy."

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