Chapter 31

CHAPTER 31

Deke

Windy's got an ass that doesn't quit. And maybe I should feel like a dirty pervert for admiring it the way I am when she's being punished like a misbehaving toddler. But I don't. Not in the slightest.

I divide my attention between Windy and the clock until a scant few minutes have passed. I want her to remember this without it actually taking more out of her than it needs to. Today's been an exceptionally taxing day, and she needs rest.

"Little lush, I think you've been in timeout long enough. Let's sit and watch the news together." I help her rise to her feet and lead her to the bed.

I lift her onto the mattress and then climb to the top where I can lean against the wall and pull her to lay down perpendicular to me. Windy never put her sweats back on after leaving the corner, so her thick thighs and the swell of her juicy ass are on display.

"Lay your head on Daddy's lap," I direct. She curls up on her side with her head just below my bulge.

Settle down, I instruct my junk. Not the time for a boner.

I want Windy to see the rest of the plan Paul, Bhodi, Taryn and I devised.

Paul texted me while Windy was in timeout suggesting we watch the nightly news. Apparently Director Franklin bought Taryn's injury performance exactly as we'd hoped. I'm eager to watch it all play out and for Windy and the other athletes to be able to put all his illegal and unethical pressure behind them.

"News is so boring, Daddy." Windy pouts. Her fussing is much more subdued now, though I can tell the Little inside her that I've been aching to explore is close to the surface.

"I know, honey. But a little birdie told me there might be something special on tonight's broadcast. Can you watch with me for a little while?"

As soon as whatever Paul wanted us to see is done, it'll be bedtime for one extremely tired girl. And to be honest, for me too. Today has been a long damn day, and I am ready to wake up tomorrow to a fresh start.

"Hopefully your birdie is right. Cuz the news is always saying things are awful and everyone is terrible." She's not wrong.

Soon though, the local anchors transition from stories about road-construction closures and corrupt politicians to talk about sports. Windy and I both perk up as the screen pans around the hospital nearby. The one Taryn had been taken to.

The professional camera footage cuts away to a shaky cell phone recording that shows Taryn laying in a stark white hospital bed while Director Franklin rants about how foolish she is. He outright claims that if she'd taken the Met-88 like he told her to, she never would have gotten injured. The screen cuts back to the anchorman who talks over the still photos showing Franklin and the university's logo.

Somehow the media already has the tracking spreadsheets maintained by the private third-party testing company that's been monitoring nearly every athlete on campus. Through whatever organizational skills Bhodi and Paul harnessed, it looks like the only one getting burned by this scandal is exactly the one who should be. Director Franklin.

"Yay, Daddy! This means it's over, right? He can't hurt us anymore?" She's tired, but her relief and excitement are obvious.

"Franklin will never blackmail you or any of the other players again. And even if he or someone else did, you'd come tell me right away. Right?" I know I told Windy that punishments wipe away rules that were broken, but this is too important to just forgive and forget. Forgive, sure. But she better damn sure remember to run to me instead of away from me in the future.

"Always. I pinky promise." She rolls away from the TV to face me, her hand lifted to link pinkies with mine.

We stay like that for a minute or two, just enjoying the closeness. Her head on my thighs and my hand cupping one luscious globe of her backside.

"Daddy, can I…" Her cheeks stain with the cutest blush and I want to agree she can have anything she wants.

"Can you what? You can ask me for anything," I promise her.

"In a book I read…" She pauses, and I recall her admitting she'd read some of her older sister's romance books where the couples engaged in ageplay. Who knows what kinky shenanigans those fictional couples got up to that has her wondering.

"Words, little girl. Be a good girl and give me words."

"Can I suck on you while I go to sleep? The Duchess Demurity always got to use Duke Pemberly like a paci after she got her punishments done. Can I… Can I do that?" she stammers.

Pretty sure every drop of blood in my body floods my cock from one heartbeat to the next. My beloved wants to use my cock as a pacifier to go to sleep? Done.

"Absolutely, be my guest," I choke out.

Windy's fingers go to the elastic of my sweats and tug them down over my already straining erection. It's impossible enough to keep from being hard every moment I spend with her. Throw in her wish to suckle me like a baby bottle and I'd have to be dead for a century to avoid being a lead pipe of throbbing desire.

"Daddy, it's messy," she purrs. "I gotta clean it up first."

Her little tongue pokes out to swipe at the precum dribbling from my tip before she pulls back and makes a face. I hold back the chuckle fighting to burst out of me.

"Don't like it? You don't have to suck on it just because you asked to. Everything is your choice. Only your choice." I might die if she abandons my dick, but she doesn't need to worry about that part. And yes, I'm fully aware that no one actually dies from blue balls.

"It's salty, but it's you. I like it." She smacks her lips and licks across my tip again. "Yup. I like it a lot."

Windy grips as far around my girth as she can, right at the base, and angles me toward her lips. She suckles just the tip inside the hot, wet velvet of her mouth and my groan of satisfaction is loud and long.

"Such a good girl. Such a good, good girl," I praise.

While Windy suckles on me gently, I rub and squeeze her ample backside, enjoying the flex of muscle beneath my palm. Despite the lust coursing through me, I don't feel the need to orgasm. It's enough just having this closeness with her. Holding her. Giving her what she needs and knowing that she's mine.

"I love you so much, little lush. You're the woman of my dreams. You know that?" I tell myself she heard me as she slips off to sleep, still sucking rhythmically over me.

Sleep's unlikely for me at this point, but I don't mind. I'm sharing this bed with my whole world right now, and there's not a damn thing I would change about it.