Page 18 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

Holy fucking shit.

Cadence fucking Caine is DaddysGirl ?

Cadence is DaddysGirl .

Cadence Caine is into roleplaying a dirty, submissive babygirl?

My god, I’d never have imagined that. I scratch at the back of my neck, finding it sweaty, the ends of my hairs curled from the dampness.

No one would ever think that I am into… what I’m into …

so is it so strange to think that Cadence could have a secret sexual kink, too?

It shouldn’t be and yet… it is.

I think back to that image—her bare body, beautiful full breasts, areolas the color of peanut butter, the tips of her nipples so hard that I actually groaned when I saw them.

The bloom of her hips after the narrow cinch of that goddamn delicious waist, and those thighs… toned and full. Jesus fucking Christ.

Cadence is DaddysGirl .

That means… I’ve seen Cadence Caine naked.

I’ve seen her sticky, cream-coated panties. Panties that became that way because she was so turned on from me.

I can’t even…

Opening the Team Chat, blinking bleary eyes at the Bluebell Bruisers logo at the top of the window, I find her name and double click.

A chat window opens, and I begin typing, realizing just then that until I message her here… she doesn’t know who I am.

She’s revealed herself to me but she has no clue who I am.

Will she be surprised when West Dupont messages her?

Will she be… disappointed? Excited? I don’t know.

I truly don’t know anyone’s perception of me at the high school because one, Leah is my friend and since she’s also my boss, I don’t really have to care what anyone else thinks and two, coworkers are not friends.

They can be, sure, like Dean and Riley, but by and large, they’re coworkers, meaning we work at the same place and that is all.

Would Cadence even have a perception of me? I don’t know.

Suddenly, I’m nervous. More nervous than I was before I found out who she is.

On Veiled , she messages again.

DaddysGirl

C’mon now. You know who I am but I don’t know who you are. You better message me!

I think she probably sends that last emoji in order to mask the glaring insecurity in her prior message. She’s actually concerned that I may leave her in the lurch.

I close Veiled , and in the message on Team Chat, type–

WDupont

I wouldn’t have left you hanging. I was processing finding out who you are. And I’m going to guess you’ll need a minute to process, too.

My mouse cursor hovers over the rectangular button that reads SEND.

Cadence Caine is my dirty little babygirl. My wet, submissive, usable, pliable, fuckable sweet girl.

Cadence. Cadence who I have worked with for the last six years. Cadence!

I shake my head, trying to dispel some of the confusion in my head at the exact time I click send.

My message goes through immediately, initiating the very first private chat I’ve ever had with Cadence.

Or… I guess that’s not true, is it? We’ve been chatting now for nearly three months on Veiled . Still blows my fucking mind that DaddysGirl, the kinky, hot, gorgeous, funny, bantering beauty on the other end of the ether is Cadence motherfucking Caine.

I scrub my eyes with closed fists, then knead one of those knuckles down my chest, where it aches, feeling overly full. Watching the screen, Cadence has yet to reply. Still, I sit and wait and think.

She’s a damn knockout. I envision her in my head from earlier, walking down the hall linked arm in arm with Cassandra Mott. Cadence is beautiful, but I believe the way I qualified her earlier was her tits, then her legs and finally, her ass in that skirt.

Guilt curls in my veins, and calcifies the excitement tearing through me. I’ve been falling in love with this woman online, and in person, I completely checked her out then wrote her off.

I was so hell-bent on figuring out who it was that I didn’t consider that I was being, as Leah calls it, a total pig .

I drag my hands through my hair, tugging at the ends with an impatient exhale. Cadence still hasn’t written back.

Now that she knows it’s me, is she thinking about the way I violently checked her out yesterday?

And the time before that? And basically every other time I laid eyes on her, the first thing I’m sure I did was check out her breasts because…

well, they’re incredible. Perky and natural, full— fuck.

Maybe she hasn’t written back because she knows I’ve been checking her out like a total creep.

The internal spin-out slowly cranks up but then— a ding.

Apparently, incoming messages on Team Chat make a noise.

My focus jerks back to the screen, and relief softens me when I see her message.

CCaine

Hello, Daddy West.

Holy shit. I can’t do anything but envision Cadence, her flaxen hair in that springy ponytail she wears on gamedays, her toothy white smile and blue eyes. It’s been the gorgeous cheerleading coach who’s had me in a chokehold?

I don’t know why, but even having the proof right here in front of my eyes, somewhere deep inside my bones, a touch of disbelief lingers .

When I’m talking to her online, she makes me feel disoriented and high, but in the best ways. All along, she’s been under my nose, for years, wanting the same things I want, silently pining for someone to find her and give her everything she needs.

And we were just paces apart.

It’s too cruel. It’s too lucky.

WDupont

Can I ask you–

Did you have an idea it was me? Or… did you think it was someone else?

There’s no indicator that the other person is typing on this very basic chat system, so I curl my tongue over my bottom lip and bite, nervously chewing as I wait.

Daddy West.

I reread the line a few times, a little nervous to be called that on the school chat system, and a lot aroused to know who is calling me that. To have it in a space that doesn’t self-delete, so I can revisit this kinky reality later—that part I do like.

CCaine

Who did you think it was?

WDupont

Answering a question with a question

A very bad girl you are

CCaine

I think I’ve already learned how to get under your skin, Daddy

So tell me, who were you hoping DaddysGirl would be ?

After everything with Pris, I became short-fused and impatient, and as years ticked on, cynicism began clouding the happiness I did have, and one thing led to another, and here I am. Single and grouchy, and I’ve been that way for longer than I’d like to admit.

Still, with our strong connection, being able to be honest to Cadence aligns with that other feeling I’d been having before tonight—the feeling that she and I are the real deal. I answer honestly, and the fact that I’m able to be fully honest feels good .

WDupont

I had no hopes, specifically

CCaine

Really? No one on campus you had your eye on over the years?

Not even any of the team captains, hmm?

Team captains? I can’t tell if she’s entered into her bratty, little girl state, prodding at me using things she knows get under my skin, teasing for a reaction.

Or does she genuinely not know me and what I want, and therefore floating this out there to see?

To get a pulse on who West Dupont fantasizes about?

I choose to believe the former over the latter, that DaddysGirl knows that I’d never date someone that age. I told her that when I explained why I’d gotten off the last round of dating apps.

She knows.

So, then, with this new information filtered through, it appears that she’s goading me. Pushing and poking like the naughty little girl she is, hoping Daddy comes down hard. With a swat, or more.

WDupont

Now you’re into me for two punishments

Because you know Daddy West does not like anyone but his babygirl.

And team captains are still students. No fucking way.

CCaine

Fine. I’ll concede to that one. But what about the junior coaches? You’ve never walked through a heap of young coaches, former student athletes, many of them which you’ve exercised, touched and trained, and thought to yourself, hmm…

The junior coaches? In my mind, they’re truly the same age as the upperclassmen at Bluebell High. They may be one or two years post-high school graduation, but in my mind, everything under 25 is still 18. Emotionally and mentally, that’s been my experience.

Again, I think she’s inviting me into a brat trap, and my pulse skips at the thought of it. Now that I know who she is and she knows who I am, we aren’t wasting anymore time. We’re already… playing.

This is what I’ve wanted and been looking for. I ready my fingers, and smirk before I reply.

WDupont

Team captains and junior coaches are nothing more than children. I have zero interest in them.

I only have eyes for one

CCaine

That’s nice to kno w

Her response sends a flare of insecurity rushing through my chest.

WDupont

Don’t do that

Don’t earn a third punishment by not telling me I’m the only man in your life

Tell me, Cadence, tell me that West Dupont is the only man you’re sending nude photos to, the only man you want to be your dirty fucking daddy

Well, ahem , that kind of got away from me.

I reach into my boxers, freeing my erection from its cotton prison, and give myself a slow, long jerk.

CCaine

You are definitely, one hundred percent, the only man in my life

You have been for a while

For months, she means, because that’s how long we chatted on Veiled before we got here.

WDupont

I can’t believe that you’ve been under my nose all along

Wanting the same things that I have

It sometimes seems too good to be true

Typing that last sentence puts a sour taste in my mouth. I hate to think about how this could have all gone sideways. But it’s Cadence, and for once, things turned out right for me.

CCaine

But it isn’t. Because here we are.

Together, finally.