Page 19 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

I blink at her choice of words. Together?

Are we… together? a couple? I mean, it seems reasonable that she’d want that title if we’re to partake in kinky roleplay together in real life.

But… we haven’t discussed a real future.

We haven’t because it’s only been a few minutes that we even know who we were talking to.

Slow down, West.

But then—Cadence must share my thoughts, only furthering that warm feeling burrowing between my ribs.

CCaine

When you suggested that we meet, I have to admit, I wasn’t ready then.

WDupont

Are you ready now?

I want her to say yes. I want to find her, collect her in my arms, ravage her, kiss her, hear her banter in my ear in the privacy of my dark bedroom, make love to her, then turn her into my filthy slut, daddy’s little fucking plaything, my babygirl.

But I want her to want to say yes.

CCaine

Don’t hate me

But not yet

My heart falls. But I get it. What we did tonight is a big step in itself. I can take control of the way we progress, but I have to do that while being respectful of her comfort. If she’s not ready to meet in person, she’s not ready.

WDupont

I understand

CCaine

But I promise, Daddy, I’ll be ready for you soon

I won’t make you wait much longer

There are just a few things I need to do first

I envision Cadence with a phonebook open, despite the fact no one has used one of those in years.

She’s dragging a manicured finger down a muted yellow page, stopping when she says “aha” and finds just what she’s looking for.

Barefoot, in tiny shorts and a tiny crop top, she stands in her kitchen, on the phone, making appointments for a wax, for highlights, for a pedicure—everything.

WDupont

I’m unreasonably excited

This talk has a different question rising up inside me. One I need an answer to tonight. A definitive one.

WDupont

What do we want to do about school?

CCaine

For now, strangers per usual

WDupont

We’re not exactly strangers, are we?

I said hello to you in the hall today, remember?

CCaine

I guess what I meant to say is, let’s not communicate or sit near each other during the rally or even make eye contact

I think what we have is gonna stick, West, and turn into something bigger, with long lasting ties

But thinking and having a ring on my finger are two different things. And Bluebell is small.

Unless you want Ida at Goode’s asking you about me, or Ivy at Ink Time teasing the coach about banging a teacher, I think, for now, we play it cool

Play it like total strangers

The idea of passing Cadence in the hall, knowing that we have a depraved secret burning between us, sends a thrill up my back, radiating like hot coals through my shoulders and neck.

I want this out in the open, I do, but if we have to prolong the secrecy—of which I do not disagree with her reasons—there’s no point in not enjoying the sneaking around.

Could be very fun.

I get a flash of snaking my fingers around hers inconspicuously as I pass by, sending a jolt of arousal and shock through her. I see myself leaving a filthy note on her car, unsigned, the author only known to my babygirl.

WDupont

Play it like strangers

Until you’re ready

I can do that

CCaine

Good

I really think it’s best

I don’t know if I mentioned this but I look after my father and he’s having a rough evening. I’m going to have to end our chat here.

I contemplate asking her to swap phone numbers, so that we can text message, but decide against it. She needs time.

I want her so badly I’m stroking myself to an innocuous conversation. I can’t push. She’s the woman Pris said I’d never find, and I can’t push her away by moving too fast. I stroke myself again, groaning as I type with one hand.

WDupont

Is everything okay?

CCaine

Eh. The usual. He needs me, but loathes needing me, so he takes it out on me in the form of anger and hatred.

WDupont

Cadence, that’s awful. I’m so sorry

Elderly people can be so frustrating and stuck in their ways. He’s lucky to have you, whether he says it or not. You’re a good girl, taking care of him.

I don’t mean that the kinky way, but then again, some part of me must? Because it’s not every day that I call a grown woman a “girl.”

Have I finally found the woman who I fall naturally into this dynamic with? It feels like it, and that realization has me jacking faster now, groaning louder, putting on a show for these four walls of my house like I seem to do every night since meeting her.

CCaine

That made me feel better

Thank you

He’s shouting now so I better go. Talk to you tomorrow night

She doesn’t call me Daddy again, and even after I message her saying goodnight, she doesn't respond. Still, I’m all hyped up on reality, and after closing my laptop, get back to work.

I picture Cadence bent over my desk, all the blinds pulled to keep Leah’s prying eyes out.

“You lied to Daddy,” I’d growl, keeping my voice punishing enough for goosebumps to rise up along her thighs, but quiet enough for no one to know what’s happening inside those four walls.

I pull up that pencil skirt and find her naked ass—the very thing she’s being punished for.

“No panties,” I growl, swatting her cheek as I mask the noise with a cough.

I drive two fingers into her cunt from behind, causing her to choke on a moan unexpectedly. My babygirl knows she has to be quiet.

Curling my fingers inside her, I press my chest to her back and feather a gentle threat on her ear. “You’re my slut, not the world’s slut, so tomorrow you wear panties, or else.”

Or else.

It’s my biggest, greatest, most powerful threat.

When it comes to my babygirl, or else could mean making her come until she’s physically hurting, commanding her to her knees for an afternoon of suckling Daddy’s fat cock, watching her prance around in the skirt and tiny sweater set I bought her.

It could be anything, anything to please me—her daddy—and that’s the final thought that pushes me over.

I pin my T-shirt in my teeth just in time to spray hot cum all over my abs and chest, my groans passing through the cotton in my mouth.

Fuck.

DaddysGirl is Cadence Caine.

My loving girl is Cadence Caine.

Despite the orgasm, I find myself tossing and turning in bed a few hours later. I don’t know why though. I finally know who DaddysGirl is. I try to focus on that, and finally, hours later, drift off.