Page 20 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

CHAPTER

TWELVE

Cruel. Sick. A fucking mean joke played on me by the universe. That’s what today is.

I find out the woman I have incredible chemistry with is a teacher where I work and the very next day? I don’t see her. At all. Not one single time.

And I’m not even ashamed to admit that I have been lurking around campus, looking for her, keeping my eyes conspicuously peeled. Sideways glances, phony double takes–you name it and I’ve done it.

Still, no Cadence.

At one point, I was so eager (maybe desperate is a better word?) to see her that I contemplated asking Leah of her whereabouts. After (thankfully) running through how that would play out in my mind, I decided against it.

Now I’m raging at a red light, so fucking eager to get home and see if she’s online that I can hardly focus on anything else.

When Tanner Colt came into the training room with his mom after practice today, I just about said a prayer aloud when Dean came in and played middle man.

Because I am not just a coach or teacher, I don’t have to take my laptop home every night like the others do.

I have a desktop in my office, in addition to the laptop.

The desktop is connected to the intranet, and even though I never saw her during the day, I did see that she was online.

She didn’t message me, so I didn’t message her.

But now it’s after school hours. After football hours, after training and cheer hours.

Now, it’s our time.

I throw my truck in park and don’t even bother locking it as I hightail it up my old porch stairs, kicking my front door shut behind me.

It’s a blur—getting home is nothing but a series of memorized movements and habits, until the microwave is whirring as it reheats a meal, and my laptop is open and on.

CCaine

OMG

I wanted to see you today so bad

My chest caves as her words sink in, golden and heavy. She felt that same gut-twisting unease today, and a dark, quiet satisfaction hums deep in my bones.

WDupont

I looked for you every time I walked the campus

While also trying to act like I wasn’t looking for anyone

CCaine

Students were in trouble almost every period today

Something must be in the water

I held at least a handful of students over during every passing period as punishment

The worst thing you can do to a teenager is take away their socializing and gossip time.

Teachers, while ultimately powerless most of the time, will inflict a passing period infraction on students who are poorly behaved and don’t give a shit about the threat of detention.

It means that they’ll be late to their next class, as they have to spend the passing period in their seat with their head down.

They don’t care about other students seeing them punished. All they care about is themselves, and their precious seven minutes of gossip and bullshit as they drag themselves to the next class.

Knowing this, I think about the fatigue she must feel after such a long day.

CCaine

Thankfully my junior coach is a great ally

Couldn’t have got through my day without her

Her junior coach. For a moment, I wrack my brain, seeing faces, a list of names—Briar is her junior coach, I think. Maven maybe? I don’t know if I’ve ever talked to either of them, not really. I’m glad Cadence had one of them today, though.

WDupont

Glad you had her as an asset

CCaine

She really is a great girl

My fingers hover over the keyboard. I don’t really know what else to say. I don’t know her junior coach and right now, after having a hard-on for Cadence all goddamn day and not getting to lay eyes on her, I don’t care.

And in the way I’m learning she always does, Cadence surprises me.

CCaine

Remember what you said about a long day?

The first thing I should do is change my clothes, get into something comfier?

She wasn’t lying when she said she was going to give me whiplash last night, though I have to admit, I’m feeling it again.

But it only makes me want her that much more, seeing how she jumps from despair to erotica in a matter of moments.

A woman like this would keep me interested and on my toes.

I smirk as I adjust my cock and type an answer one-handed.

WDupont

How about this

How about daddy and his girl get changed together?

Once I know my babygirl is comfortable, I’ll change too. You first. Daddy always takes care of his girl first.

A beat passes before a photo comes through, no warning, no clicking to accept, just a high resolution photo of Cadence’s cunt.

She’s holding her phone out, where her knees are spread, and the camera is focused solely on her bare, pretty pink pussy.

She’s not completely shaved, which somehow surprises me.

The hair on her pussy is sparse, trimmed, and a few shades darker than Cadence’s signature platinum blonde.

Her lips are parted, arousal peeking out, sending my fist up and down my cock a few times.

CCaine

Now let me see my favorite toy

That big thing between your legs, Daddy

I’m leaking from all this roleplay. I knew when I actually found someone who wanted what I wanted that it would be incredibly, insanely and almost ridiculously hot, but this? Even still through the computer screen, this is too goddamn hot.

I have to take my hand off my cock so I don’t blow.

WDupont

Beg for it

Good girls love to beg

When I’m talking to Cadence, I swear this side of me is lingering above all of my other traits, aching to become the dominant version of me. It’s exciting, and terrifying.

I pull down my pants and get back to stroking, pushing my cock down to extend it to its full length. With precum shiny on my shaft, I snap the photo, and admire the visible veins and the pinkish hue of my needy cockhead.

I cannot believe I am willingly sending a dick pic to another teacher.

CCaine

Please, Daddy. I had such a hard, long day and I’m so tired. All I want is to see how big your thing gets when you think of me. Please, Daddy?

Grateful I already took the pic, I send it, then get to jerking off.

Cadence Caine has a beautiful, needy pussy and a fiery hot brain and a kinky, dirty little mouth.

She’s the perfect fucking package.

CCaine

Your thing is so perfect Daddy

I wish we were home together

I feel so hot and achy between my legs

Nearly salivating, I crack my knuckles and let my rock-hard cock stay pressed against my belly as I respond, feeding her more.

WDupont

You’re so young to feel that ache but since you do

Let daddy help you take care of it, okay baby?

CCaine

Yes, Dadd y

I stroke myself a few more times, my belly slick with leaking arousal.

WDupont

Find a pillow sweetie. Straddle it, and ride it. Ride it the way you’d ride a horse or a bicycle.

Have you ever ridden your pillow before?

Now’s the time to tell Daddy the truth

I am so hard. Rock hard. No, steel pipe hard.

No, I’m fucking chromium hard. This is so hot. Finally being this man, this idea of myself, it’s goddamned erotic as fuck. It’s incredible. And I’m here because of her.

I owe it all to Cadence Caine.

CCaine

Sometimes when I’ve been thinking about you all day

I promise it’s only with you on my mind, Daddy

WDupont

Good girl. Now do it again. Hump your pillow like a horny, wet slut and show Daddy.

Make Daddy proud.

A minute later, Cadence sends me a photo of her legs on either side of a pillow, her swollen pink clit shoved against the corner seam. The fabric is dark, and her pussy glistens, and I swear to god, I could come just from her sending me the exact photo I requested.

She obeyed her Daddy, and that’s what has cum bubbling up on my cockhead, streaking down my shaft like a fucking popsicle in the sun.

CCaine

There was an explosion down there, Daddy. It felt so intense. It felt so good, and when it happened, I cried out for you

I called for you to make me feel better

I let out a low groan as cum kisses my lips, shooting over my stomach, chest and shoulder, getting on my face and the couch.

I didn’t plan on coming like this. But I couldn’t stop myself, either. I save her pictures to my computer, and because my horny mind is running rampant, I can’t help myself. I delve into Cadence’s brain a little, post-coital, when I know we’re both gooey and sated.

WDupont

Babygirl, are you on birth control?

Because Daddy needs you, and he needs you soon. And nothing should come between us—nothing. I want you bare, my slutty little beauty, so tell me, are you on birth control?

I have a huge breeding kink. Both in my fantasy world and in my real one. Stuffing her cunt full of my cum is a kink, but it transcends kink into reality, too. I want babies. Kids. A family.

CCaine

No, Daddy, I’m not

Nothing should ever come between us. Our bond is too strong

I can’t wait for you to turn me into a woman

For you to fill me full, for you use that big hard thing in your pants to give me a baby of our own

I don’t know how it all works, but I do know it works like that, Daddy, and I want it

I want to be Daddy’s vessel

I smile at the screen. Cadence has herself quite the little breeding kink, too. Fuck it’s so perfect. All of it.

WDupont

Awkward thing here but can I break our scene to ask something?

CCaine

Of course

WDupont

Have you ever done this daddy/babygirl kinky roleplay with anyone else?

I don’t know what I want her response to be, quite honestly. Thinking that another man had her before me, called her his loving girl, bred her the way I want to breed her—I don’t like that.

But she’s my age.

She’s lived.

She could have easily had this dynamic ten times over.

CCaine

I haven’t.

Makes this thing between us feel like fate, doesn’t it?

WDupont

It really does

CCaine

I have to go West. My father needs help.

I’m curious, and now I feel like I have the right to ask, so I do.

WDupont

Do you visit him, or is he staying with you until he’s… better?

I don’t actually know what’s wrong with him, but I realize now that I should ask. I’m rusty at having a relationship, but I’m determined not to fuck it up with Cadence.

WDupont

Is he okay, by the way? I’m sorry for not asking when you mentioned him last night.

CCaine

He’s staying with me, at my house. And yeah, he’s okay. He’s just aging, that’s all.

I’m relieved already knowing that it’s nothing terminal, though I feel sorry for her that she is his caretaker. That’s a tiring job.

WDupont

Glad it’s nothing serious

CCaine

Me too.

But I do have to go.

WDupont

Would you like to talk again tonight? Later ?

I realize I haven’t cleaned myself up, and while I wait for her reply, I find a clean towel in the bathroom and wet it. Back at the couch, I’m wiping up myself and my mess when her final message of the night comes through.

CCaine

I can’t tonight. Gotta go. Sweet dreams, Daddy.