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Chapter Twenty-Three

Cole

“Y ou need to watch your tone before I take you over my knee,” I growl without a second thought, my cock hardening further behind the zipper of my uniform pants.

I’ve tried to behave and treat Michele like the queen she is, but the minute she touched me, every nerve in my body came alive. She said she wanted this, wanted to give herself to me right here and now in the training room, and I’m powerless to resist her. She’s like a siren, calling me to my destruction, pushing me to the edge of my control. And now I have no choice but to go tumbling over the edge.

“Over your knee? Why?” Her breath hitches slightly, her pupils dilating as my fingers brush against her skin.

“Because you were a naughty girl. Someone forgot to tell me a very important piece of information.”

“I said I was sorry?—”

I press my finger against her lips to silence her. “I know, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be punished.”

Her eyes narrow slightly, trying to make sense of what’s going on. This can go a few different ways, but I want to see if she gives as good as she gets. This might push her out of her comfort zone. She’s pushed my buttons too many times over the last few weeks, and now it's time for her to learn what happens when my patience runs out.

A sign of recognition sparks in her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” I chuckle as I take a step back. “Get down.”

She slowly slides off the table, her body pressed tightly against mine, a playful smirk on her face. “Now what?”

“Now, get on your knees.”

“What if I don’t want to?” She tilts her chin up in defiance, and her breathing increases as she backs away from me.

“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.

“You have two choices. Either bend over my knee and take your punishment like a good girl or walk out that door, and I won’t lay a finger on you again.”

“Are you kidding me?” she shouts before slapping both of her hands over her mouth.

“No, I’m not.” I tug her hips slightly, causing her to lose her balance and fall into my lap.

Michele tucks her head under my chin, fitting in my arms perfectly.

“This is what it means to be with me. I’m demanding and controlling, and sometimes I’ll punish you for not following the rules.”

“Will it hurt?” she whispers, wrapping my shirt in her hands.

“Yes,” I say as her entire body tenses. “That’s the only way you’ll ever learn your lesson.”

We sit in silence as I rock her back and forth, my heart pounding out of my chest, waiting for her to respond. I told Michele I’d let her walk out of the door and never touch her again, but I know that’s a fucking lie. Now that I’ve tasted her, there is no going back.

She climbs to her feet and lies across my lap, sticking her ass up in the air. “Okay.”

I bite back a groan as I run my hand over her luscious round ass before giving it two quick but sharp blows. My cock grows hard at just the thought of turning her bottom red.

“Someone is excited.” Michele runs her hand over my growing bulge to distract me.

“Teasing me will only mean more punishment for you.” I punctuate my statement with another smack.

“Fuck, that hurt,” she groans, bucking off my lap.

“That’s the point of the punishment. To remind you I’m the one in charge.” I use my other hand to hold her in place as my hand comes down on her ass in quick succession.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“You should thank me. I’d prefer you bare, and I’d be turning your ass red with each smack.”

Smack.

She wiggles in my lap, lifting her ass to meet my hand. “You like that, don’t you, Trouble? Your cunt is begging for me to fuck you bent over this bench.”

“I need more, Cole. I need you. All of you.” She moans as she looks over her shoulder, her eyes begging me to help her go over the edge.

“Lift your hips.”

She wastes no time following my instruction as I pull her pants down to her knees and slide her panties to the side.

“So fucking wet,” I whisper as her juices drip from inside her. I quickly plunge one finger in and out, and each time, her pussy grips my finger tighter.

“Oh, God,” she moans loudly, so I take my right hand and slap it over her mouth.

“You need to be quiet.” I continue pumping my finger as her walls clamp around me, sucking my finger deeper into her core. “Do you want your daddy to come in and see you like this?”

She pushes up toward my hand to get more friction, but I pull back. “You want that, don’t you, baby? You want me to be your daddy?”

“Please,” she moans loudly into my hand as I slide my fingers between her folds, slipping just the tip inside.

“It seems I have a little exhibitionist on my hands.” I chuckle as I slam two of my fingers into her, curling them slightly and finding that tiny bundle of nerves. Her walls tighten around my fingers as she tumbles over the edge.

“My turn,” I growl as I stand, slipping her off my lap and helping her to her feet. “Hand on the bench.”

She follows my instructions, placing her hands flat on the bench. I pull my cock out of my pants with a groan. “I’m going to fuck your cunt so good; you won’t be able to walk for days.”

“But…” she says over her shoulder, her eyes focusing on my cock.

“What?” I pump my hand up and down my dick, using the precum leaking from the tip to help my movements.

“I’m a virgin,” she whispers. “Well, kind of a virgin. I had sex once when I was sixteen, but that’s it. Now the only orgasms I get are the ones I give myself.”

I’m frozen. Her words ring in my ears like a slap I never saw coming. A virgin. My girl is practically untouched. Every possessive instinct in me roars to life, and the sick part is, my cock twitches like it’s the best news it’s ever heard.

“Shit. I ruined it, didn’t I?” Tears pool in her eyes as she pulls up her pants. “This was a bad idea. I knew I should've said something sooner.”

“Michele, look at me.” I cup her face, gentle now, nothing like the demanding brute I was seconds ago.

She hesitates, then meets my eyes. Hers are wide and glossy. “You didn’t ruin anything,” I say, my voice low and rough. “You changed everything, yeah. But not in a bad way.”

“But I should’ve told you sooner. I just... I didn’t want it to matter. I wanted to be normal?—”

“Hey,” I cut in, brushing a tear from her cheek with my thumb. “You are normal. You’re perfect. And you’re mine.”

She swallows hard. Her lip trembles. “But you were about to?—”

“I know,” I admit, guilt clawing at my gut. “I was about to fuck you like you were just another hookup. And you’re not, Trouble. You never were.”

She looks away, and I hate it. I grip her chin and guide her gaze back to mine.

“I want to be your first real time, Michele. Not something you regret. I want to take my time with you. Worship you. Teach your body what it’s like to be loved by someone who knows exactly how lucky he is to have you.”

“That’s not very dominant of you,” she whispers, trying to smile.

“Oh, sweetheart.” I let a dark grin spread across my face. “When I do claim you, you’ll still be begging, but you’ll never doubt that I see you. That I choose you.”

She bites her lip, cheeks flushed, arousal still simmering in her eyes. “So... no more spanking?”

“Oh, there’ll be spanking.” I chuckle. “But it’s going to be part of something real . No games. No rushing.”

I pull her into my lap, cupping the back of her head and holding her like she’s breakable but sacred. “You trust me, Trouble?”

She nods against my chest. “Yes. I do.”

“Good,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Because the next time I have you bent over a bench... it’s going to be after I’ve made you fall in love with me.”

I cup her face in both hands and kiss her—soft, slow, savoring. There’s no game to play. Nothing to prove, just the need to show her how cherished she is and how much she means to me.

“To imagine I almost fucked all this up…” My thumbs stroke the apples of her cheeks, brushing my lips against hers, trying to memorize the way she tastes. “You have no idea what you do to me, Trouble.”

She lifts my shirt over my head, running her fingers down the planes of my chest as I reach for hers, but I take my time. Slowly peeling it over her head, revealing the soft curves of her body.

“Are you sure?”

“If you keep asking me that, you’re going to give me a complex.” She giggles as I lean forward, kissing her again, but this one is deeper and more urgent than the last as I turn, easing down onto the bench.

I nibble and suck my way along her waist, gripping the waistband of her panties. “Look at me,” I command, her eyes focusing on mine as I drag them slowly down her legs. I take my time, treating her like a fragile piece of glass, ready to break. “Step out of them.”

Her body trembles as I drop the fabric to the floor, lifting my own hips to drag my sweats down my legs and kicking them off to the side. “I’m clean, Michele. I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time.”

“Make me yours,” she whispers as she straddles my waist, placing her knees on either side of my hips, dragging her dripping-wet pussy along my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes practically rolling back in my head. The pure pleasure of feeling her naked skin against mine is overwhelming.

I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower, until my mouth finds her breast. She arches into me with a sharp inhale, her fingers threading through my hair.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her skin. “Every second. Every breath. I’m not going anywhere.”

Michele lifts her hips, her hand sliding between them as she lines my cock up with her entrance.

“This is all about you. You lead, Trouble. I’ll follow.”

My eyes remain locked on hers as she sinks onto me, my hand tightening around her waist as I let out an animalistic groan. She kisses the curve of my jaw as she lifts slightly, sinking further down onto his cock. My legs tremble, barely resisting the urge to lift my hips and bury my cock deep inside her.

“Fuck. This is…” My jaw clenches tightly as my grip tightens around her waist, helping her keep a steady pace.

This is unlike any other sexual experience I’ve had in the past. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been a while or because it’s Michele. I have a feeling it’s the latter. I almost forget how to breathe as rolls her hips, my orgasm rising and swelling like a wave. She bites down on my shoulder as the tingling sensation appears at the base of my spine a moment before she leans back and screams my name.

“Michele,” I growl, thrusting up into her two times before pure pleasure comes crashing over me, my vision turning completely white, my cock pulsating deep inside her. “You’re the best fucking thing to ever happen to me.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tightly to me as I wait for my heartbeat to slow. Michele presses her ear to my chest as my fingertips run back and forth on her back. We sit there in silence, neither one of us daring to move as a soft smile spreads across my face with that knowledge that this wasn’t just sex. It’s a beginning.