Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

Deke

Prying the details of Franklin's bullshit blackmail threats out of Windy was more fraught with emotion than I'd expected. By the time she got done panicking and stressing about my career, she'd sobbed herself into a headache and swollen eyes. On top of the near hypothermia from her foolishly long ice bath, my poor girl is almost delirious with exhaustion.

Tucking her into bed, without a punished backside thanks to the drama of the night, has her falling asleep nearly instantly. I, on the other hand, have worked and plotted through the night. Might have ruffled some feathers and annoyed some colleagues, but I'll be damned if I let this drag out any longer. He thinks he can blackmail my Little girl to force her into taking drugs? Absolutely the fuck not.

Until now, I've been content to quietly thwart Franklin's bullshit with the team's testing initiatives and keeping a closer eye on my players. That willingness to just let him spin his wheels like a useless pissdrip ended when he threatened Windy. Call me a caveman, but my concern for my players takes a distant backseat to my worries for her.

Franklin thinks he can use the feelings growing between me and my babygirl to compel her to break laws and athletic codes of conduct? He can fuck right off with that bullshit. It's taken a lot of hours overnight to hash out a plan, but with the help of Paul and Bhodi, with any luck we'll have the dirt we need on Director Franklin by the start of next week.

Not that I'll be waiting that long to let the world know Windy's mine. Paul's extended an invitation to be field side with him for the team's match on Sunday, and I plan to be there making my intentions for my little lush as public as it gets.

Before any of those plans can be put into motion, she and I need to resolve matters that had to take a back burner last night. Namely a punishment for a naughty girl who runs from her Daddy. And after that, a reward is due for her honesty and the trust she's placing in me.

"Sleepyhead, time to get up!" My cheerful demand is met with sassy grumbling and Windy burying her head under the pillow I usually sleep on.

"Wake up, I made you breakfast and there's plenty of time to relax before your first class." Because of course I had one of the grad assistants pull her schedule for me. What's the point of being the head coach if I can't find out whatever I need to know?

"Don' wanna. Tired." She pouts.

"You better find some wanna. Little girls who refuse to wake up on time get spanks instead of pancakes. Is that how you want to start your day?"

"Daddy, no! No spanks, no waking up. Sleeping only." She burrows further under my pillow, but I can tell by the way her tush is wiggling under the sheets that she's not totally asleep.

I pull the sheet and thin fall blanket away from the bed, baring her from her shoulders to her naked backside and thick soccer-girl thighs. A hand flies back to grab the hem of the blanket, but it's too late and I'm too quick.

"Da-a-a-addy!" She pouts.

My dick plumps up at hearing her drag out the honorific. There's nothing hotter than her husky voice calling me Daddy. I press my palm over the thick length tenting my sweats, contemplating whether a delay in breakfast and her punishment would send the wrong message.

My cock makes the decision for me, having been starving for a taste of her since I got my mouth on her sweetness the other night. She'd fallen asleep, wiped out from her first spanking and I'd been content to hold her through the night without taking my own pleasure. Then.

Last night it had been easy to push back my body's demands because Windy had needed me to take care of her. That will always take precedence over anything and everything else. But this morning? My body's strung so tight it's a wonder I haven't shot off in my sweats just watching her thick ass and legs scissor restlessly on my bed.

"Roll over and daddy will tell you a joke to help you wake up."

She rolls onto her back without pulling the pillow from over her head. My chuckle becomes a choke as her bouncy little tits jiggle as they settle after she flops onto the mattress, still pretending to be asleep. They're just this side of too small for her muscular frame, giving her a luscious pear shape I want to devour with my tongue. My teeth that ache to bite down on the dark circles of her tight nipples and to lick along the squishy little pillow each breast makes on her torso. Her legs part just enough to give a glimpse of her sweet center beneath a trim patch of light brown curls. I have to rip my attention away from staring at her plump lower lips or else I really will succumb to temptation.

"Ready for the joke? It's a good one. You better be awake or you'll miss it," I tease.

"Mbmfdlbmdmm," she mumbles, the words a garble into the thick pillow. Windy being a grump in the morning hadn't been something I expected. Watching her bust her ass during two-a-day practices that start at 0'dark-thirty had me thinking she was an early riser. It's possible her body's trying to catch up on rest after the stress of the past few days though, so I'll reserve judgment on her grumpiness until we've had more mornings together like this.

"Why was the lobster grumpy in the morning?" I pause, though I know she's not likely to answer me.

"Because he ran out of claw-fee."

The terrible punch line draws a groan from her. Sleep is abandoned in favor of complaining about the silly joke.

"That's terrible, Deke!" She squeals, wriggling when I tickle my fingers against her exposed sides. Her face is still hidden behind the pillow, and that just won't work for me.

I crawl onto the bed over her, one leg on either side of her hips, pinning her in place. She lets me pull the pillow away from her face and toss it beside us. Sleepy eyes focus on me, far less swollen and red-rimmed than when I cuddled her to sleep.

"Da-a-a-addy." She pouts. Just the single word and my dick thumps painfully.

"You keep calling me Daddy in that pouty-princess tantrum voice, little lush. Makes me want to give you something to suck on to sweeten you up." The mental picture of giving Windy my cock to suck on like a pacifier is enough to have precum slicking from my tip and making a mess in my sweats. Mentally adding it to the list of things we'll explore in the future is the only way I manage to not immediately stuff my dick in her mouth this second.

"But that's what you are, right? My Daddy?" She vamps. Her lips curl into a coy smile. She's a constant delight, this smart, sassy girl.

"Damn right I am. And I think it's high time Daddy shows you what being his really means." I drop my hips to grind over hers, the bulge of my erection pushing into the clenched v of her legs. Her thighs are so thick and muscled from years of hard work on the pitch that even through the thick barrier of my sweatpants, it feels as though my cock's being cradled and embraced.

"Yes, please. I want that, Daddy," Windy breathes.

"Fuck it. Pancakes can wait." The obvious need in my voice makes her smile in triumph and it occurs to me this girl is going to be a handful. As delightful as I found her sweet submissiveness the other night, these peeks of sassy brat are awakening a need to dominate and put her through her paces.

One thing's for sure, our lives will never be boring.