Page 89 of Cheap Shot
“Then I might just have to make you.” I chuckle as I stride toward her, matching each one of her steps with my own as we inch closer to the wall.
“You can’t be serious.” Her eyes widen in surprise as her back hits the wall, halting her movements. “Right here in the middle of the training room?”
“I’m very serious, Trouble.” I pin her in place with my body and grind my cock into her belly as I lean down, whispering in her ear. “All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll give you everything you could ever desire.”
Michele’s entire body locks up as bone-chilling fear rushes through my body. I should tone this down, but I don’t know if I can. My need for her goes beyond something physical. It’s as if my soul is calling out to her, begging her to be mine and only mine.
I bury my nose in her hair, committing her scent to memory as I send up a silent prayer that this isn’t the last time I’ll be this close to her.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” I pull back and look her in the eye, wanting to make no mistake that this is what she wants. “I just want to be near you after everything that has happened.”
“I want this. I want you.”
I lean down and capture her mouth with mine, pouring all of my want and desire into this kiss, giving in to that part of myself that I’ve kept locked away for so long. Reality and deep-buried desires collide in my head, making the world spin. I want everything right this second, to show her the pleasure I can wring from her body. Something beyond her wildest dreams, but I need to take my time and introduce her to it one step at a time.
I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly in my hand and pulling her head back. I brush my lips against hers. A breathy moan escapes before I lean in again, deepening the kiss. I sweep the inside of her mouth with my tongue before sucking hers deep into my mouth with a groan. We break apart with a gasp, both of our chests heaving at the lack of oxygen.
“So, no spanking.” Her eyes sparkle with mirth.
It seems she wants to play. I slide my hand between our bodies, pinching her hardened nipple through her shirt. “I warned you about not following my instructions, and now it’s time for your punishment.”
“Is my dad still here?” Her eyes flick to the door behind me, fear flashing in her eyes.
I should stop this immediately and take her somewhere private, but there is a dark park of me that wants Coach Mercer to walk in and catch us. I want him to see what his daughter does to me, that uncontrollable need to be buried deep inside her I live with every day. But is she ready?
“Are you his good girl? Are you afraid of Daddy catching you on your knees with my cock buried deep down your throat?”
“Yes,” she hisses. Her pupils dilate as I brush my lips against the side of her face, nibbling and sucking down her throat.
“Be my good girl and keep your eyes locked on me. I’m your daddy now.” She moans loudly, threading her fingers in my hair and yanking my head back.
“Yes, Daddy.” She smirks, daring me to change my mind.
But I’m not backing down. Michele needs to know what it means to be with a man like me, and punishing her for being a brat is the best way to do it.
“I warned you,” I growl as I step away from her, grabbing her arm and hoisting her over my good shoulder. I stride to the other side of the training room and into the weight room, heading right for the weight bench. I bend over, placing her feet on the ground.
“If you wanted to get in an extra workout today, Hendrix, I can think of better things to do.” She giggles.
“Over my knee,” I command, holding both of her hands to make sure she doesn’t fall over as I ease myself down onto the bench.
She crosses her arms over her chest, and her lips twist into a plump pout. I raise my eyebrow, waiting for her to move, but when she doesn’t, I tug her forward. “I said, over my knee.”
Michele tumbles forward, and her knee brushes against my cock, causing me to hiss. Both of her hands grip my shoulders for support.
“I don’t want a spanking,” she whines, brushing her nipples across my lips.
“I think you do, Trouble.” I pull her nipple into my mouth, running the tip between my teeth, and slide my hands down her hips, yanking her black leggings down in one tug.
Michele gasps as I slide my hand into her panties, circling her clit with two of my fingers. “Your cunt is dripping wet for me. Ready for me to fuck you senseless.”
I slip my fingers between her lower lips, easing them in slowly before dragging them out.
“Please,” she begs, widening her stance so I can slide deeper into her channel.
Instead of giving her what she wants, I pull my hand free and shove my fingers into my mouth, licking them both clean. “Over my knee.”
She whimpers, trying to step away from me, but I grip her hips, holding her in place.
