Page 16 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

But my girl. My sweet, sexy, babygirl. She had a bad day, and wouldn’t a real Daddy help her out with that?

And she mentioned needing to see how special I think she is.

That whiff of insecurity resonates with me, and I remember the days after telling Pris about my needs.

I was floating on a tide of insecurity, hoping for a hand grab, a shoulder touch, a kiss on the cheek—some buoy amongst the wild tides to bring me even an ounce of security, a sliver of relief.

A good daddy would do that for his girl. He would put his needs aside and give her what she needs first, then take what he needs later. And she would understand, and give herself in return.

Quickly, I type another response.

Suede0989

I’m so sorry to hear that you had a hard day, sweetheart

Daddy will do everything in his power to make you feel better

I blink at my own words, and drag my hand to my chest, pressing it to my heart.

It’s beating so fast, and my mouth has gone dry, too.

The way we’ve slipped into this relationship after a few months is blowing my mind, but more than that, how we’re able to weave in and out of the dynamic, taking on roles of two adults falling in love—it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

Suede0989

Are you ready for Daddy to make you feel better?

Just reading my own words has my cock hard. I fucking love being a kinky daddy. The idea that she’s somewhere—my gorgeous girl—pretending that I’m her daddy and that only I can make her feel better? Hot. Hot as fuck.

DaddysGirl

More than ready, Daddy

Briefly I consider jerking off. I could probably come in less than a minute with how fucking worked up I am from all the daddy and babygirl talk.

Seriously. I’m at the point with this that I could probably just think about tugging her light pink panties aside to slide into her, promising her in the quiet dark that it would be our little secret.

Fuuuuck.

But I sent her a cum photo yesterday.

Tonight, I’ll tease her just a bit more.

Reaching into my pants, I tug down my boxer briefs so there is nothing between my pajama pants and my erection. I’ve been hard for a while, and I’ve been mentally edging for months. To say I’m leaking would be calling a tsunami a drizzle, but I tease her anyway.

Suede0989

Daddy’s been thinking of his precious girl all day so he’s very messy

Angling the phone toward my crotch, I snap a photo of the massive dark spot left on the cotton. The outline of my cock shows just barely, and the dark spot of precum continues to grow. I send it, and wait.

A few seconds turn into half a minute, and before I know it, three minutes have passed.

DaddysGirl

That made me feel so good, Daddy.

DaddysGirl has sent an image. Do you accept?

Greedily I open the image

Gray cotton panties with a dark spot in the crotch.

DaddysGirl

The mess I made when I saw your mess

I’m sorry I didn’t wait for your permission

One day you can punish me for it

I can’t stop looking at the image of the wet panties, made sticky and damp from my girl’s sweet, creamy pussy.

Suede0989

I will remember and punish you accordingly, when the time is right

I hope this evening has helped improve your day

DaddysGirl

You really made me feel good tonight

Thank you

Suede0989

That’s my job

And because I have no self control where she’s concerned, I make my own mess, staring at the image of those creamy panties. I jerk and groan and spill until I’m nothing but a shuddering, gasping mess.

Suede0989

Do you want to talk about your day ?

I get to my feet, and start cleaning up, almost expecting her to log off the way she has after moving things further before. But she surprises me, and that’s another thing I love about her.

DaddysGirl

I shouldn’t get into specifics

That response has me stumped. But then she replies again.

DaddysGirl

One last thing to make my evening better

Before I log off

So she is going to log off. She’s always logging off when things get hot and heavy. But maybe it’s good that she does? It will leave so much for us to explore once we’re finally together.

Suede0989

What do you need, baby?

DaddysGirl

Tomorrow night

Let’s swap school mascots

I’m dying to know you, Suede

Swapping mascots means we will know exactly where the other works. That means we’re moving one step closer, and while steps had no place in my plan to take fucking charge, it does move us in the same general direction.

And she’s suggesting it, so I know she must want it that way.

Suede0989

Why wait for tomorrow? Why not share tonight?

I’m so eager, and it’s so obvious, and I don’t even care.

DaddysGirl

To give me something to look forward to tomorrow

And to give me something to think about in bed all night

I know I should let tonight end, leave it there, and quit being a greedy prick. But to be fair, I’d planned to ride roughshod over this night entirely, and didn’t.

Suede0989

You wanted me to help you feel better, right?

What if now I asked you to make me feel good?

I’m careful not to name specifics, like the high school name along with the mascot, or any identifying colors, as I’m unsure what this little AI bot living in my chat window is actually capable of doing. All I know is that life was better without AI in my business all the fucking time.

I digress.

DaddysGirl

Mascot?

My heart is beating so fast I think if I tried to stand up, I’d pass out.

Suede0989

That’s all Daddy wants tonight.

Her dots dance, and I nearly choke on the bloated tension between me and the screen as I wait.

Then—

DaddysGirl

I’m a Bruiser

HBU?

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

I’m a Bruiser. I read and then, because what the actual fuck is life? I reread. I’m a Bruiser.

Her dots move, then stop, and my throat dry and my mind spinning, I write?—

Suede0989

As in, belonging to the school that ran an article about the sexual education curriculum change and why it was imperative that parents talk to their kids about sex? That kind of Bruiser?

I don’t know. Asking feels ridiculous, because of course she’s a Bluebell Bruiser if she’s saying she’s a bruiser. It just seems so unlikely and fated and… I have to ask. For my own peace of fucking mind.

And boy does she answer.

DaddysGirl

That’s the one.

I wish I could see her face as she reads the last message I send before she logs off.

Suede0989

I’m a Bruiser, too.

DaddysGirl

Daddy’s been under my nose all along?

I have to go - “see you” tomorrow…

DaddysGirl has gone offline.

She’s a teacher at Bluebell High?

My future plaything, the woman that will undoubtedly mother my children, give her body to me willingly, suck my dick for the rest of my life and make me the happiest fucking man ever, works at the same place as I do.

What the fuck?

I get my phone and open a text message to Dean, then close it. Then I open one with Leah, ready to poke around and see what I can find out but then I close that one, too.

I set my phone down, ignoring my cold chicken cacciatore and warm beer, and process that the woman I am utterly fucking obsessed with…

Teaches where I teach.

Right under my nose.

I might even know her.