Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Deke

Windy's nervously stuttered worry that I might not want her in every way both reminds me how innocent she is, and makes my cock throb painfully in my slacks. Logically, I know we need to have a conversation about limits and experience, but right now the big brain where logic resides isn't in charge. All executive functioning has been delegated to the swollen, achy brain thudding between my legs with every heartbeat.

I drop onto the sofa next to where Windy's kneeling and tug her into my lap. She's athletically limber and easily straddles my thighs, one knee braced along each side of my hips. I let her weight press down on my aching bulge and press my hands at her waist to rock her core back and forth over me until her eyes open wide with recognition.

"Kisses and stuff, as you put it sweet girl, come with the territory as long as you want them. Feel how much Daddy wants you?" I want her enough to ignore all the reasons we should be taking it slow. I want her enough to overcome rational thought. I want her too much.

"Y-yes, D-Daddy. I feel you." Her dulcet little stumble when she's flustered ropes around my heart and squeezes tight.

"We still have a lot to talk about, but for now would you like me to show you all the special ways Daddies take care of their good girls?" My nerves are strung every bit as tight as they are in the seconds before kickoff in a big game. Waiting while she searches my eyes, looking for some hint as to what I'm offering, is as hard as anything I've ever done.

"Yes, please. Sh-Show me, Daddy." Hearing Windy call me Daddy will never get old. Especially not when she's stretched wide over my lap. Her ass grinds down against me. Our clothes may be separating us, but it's no trouble imagining her naked tush, pinkened and heated by my hand, bouncing on me just like this.

One day soon, I'll turn her over my knee and redden her backside just so I can feel the heat of it scalding my cock before I claim her tiny little asshole. My balls feel swollen and heavy with cum, waiting to take her. I spread my knees wider to create space, and her center of gravity shifts, dropping her into the gap between my legs and grinding her center over the iron-hard bar of my erection. We both gasp, and Windy thrusts against me, seeking more friction.

I may not be as fit as I was when I was still playing pro ball, but she's light enough it's no trouble to stand up while cradling her against me. I carry her to my bedroom without losing contact where her center rubs against my erection. The tease of her bouncing on my hard cock is enough to have us both panting by the time my knees bump the edge of the bed.

"Before Daddy gives you special kisses, you know you earned a punishment for not following my directions and scaring me to pieces earlier. Right?" I'm not really asking.

My plans were to bring her home, feed her and give her a relaxing soak in the hot tub, then edge her as punishment for the fright she gave me. But that was before. When I expected I'd need to ease her into the existence of power-exchange relationships, my plans had felt like a gradual way to ease her into things. Being the precious surprise she's been since I first found her outside the stadium, her enthusiastically jumping in with both feet shouldn't shock me.

"Yes, Daddy."

See? Natural-born submissive Little girl.

"I'm going to bare your backside and turn that heinie bright pink so you'll remember to lock your door the next time you're in your dorm. Then I'll give you your special kisses. We still need to get you a warm soak in the hot tub for those knees before bedtime, too." The list of things that have to happen before I can cuddle her into me to sleep is long, if pleasurable. First things first, though.

"Have you ever heard of safewords, Windy?" Using her given name is deliberate. I need her focused and attentive while we discuss consent. Our being together will be a scandal, there's no way around it, but ensuring Windy understands that the true power between us is hers, is deeply personal.

"Like stoplight colors? I read a book where they used green, yellow, and red for consent. Do you mean like that?" she asks.

"I'm not even going to ask what you've been reading, little lush. But one day soon maybe we can read one of them together." The idea makes her giggle, the sound going straight to my cock.

"My big sister likes spicy romances, Daddy. So does Taryn. Sometimes I read their books if I need a study break. Is that okay?"

I'm not the sort of Daddy who expects to control every minute of my Little girl's day, but her instinctive desire to please me is intoxicating.

"Yes, reading to relax is a great habit and makes you a very good girl. It's totally okay as long as you're getting good grades and giving Coach Vanderman your best efforts." The way my praise makes her eyes shimmer with happiness makes me ten feet taller. A smile from Windy is better than nearly any professional achievement I've ever accomplished.

"Now, we talked a little bit about rules, and we'll go over more as we settle into being Daddy and babygirl, but for tonight, we'll keep it simple."

"You mean we'll KISS , Daddy," Windy says with a playful smirk.

I might have never been one of my buddy Pete's players, but I've been around long enough to have heard him yelling the motto at his athletes plenty. I chuckle, and change the last word when I repeat it back to her because there's no way I'm calling my precious baby stupid. Even in jest.

"Exactly, little lush. We'll ‘keep it simple, silly'." I return her grin before pasting a serious look on my face. "Time for punishment. I'm not going to go too hard on you tonight; it'll take time for us to both learn our limits. If anything hurts too much or you get scared, just say ‘red' and we'll stop."

Windy nods her head in agreement and I drop her onto the bed in front of me. I take a step back and pull off my athletic jacket, then take my phone from my pocket along with my wallet and keys and toss them to the bedside table. The way Windy's eyes rove over my t-shirt-covered torso is an ego boost. I'm nearly fifteen years her senior, but sports have kept me in great shape. I may not have eight-pack abs like some of my players, but I've got more than enough strength to carry her around with ease.

"Over my lap, babygirl. It's time for Daddy to give you a way to remember how serious I am about your safety."

"I'll remember, Sir," she promises. Her lithe body drapes over me, her hips balanced on my right thigh while her upper body rests on the bed beside me. I grab a pillow and put it under her head. I don't want her head lower than her heart for this spanking because the blood rush could cause her to have a headache later.

Part of being Windy's Daddy means I will occasionally cause her pain when she needs it. Pain and hurt are two different things, though. And I'll never hurt my baby. Not intentionally, and fate willing, not unintentionally. She deserves a man who takes care of her as the precious treasure that she is.