Page 40 of More, Daddy

“Leah told me that you were successful on your quest,” she says, filing a few stray blonde hairs behind her ear.

“My quest?” Below the desk, my dick has zero reaction to Cadence’s nipples poking through her white sleeveless blouse. While I’ve been told she can be quite cunty, she’s never been that way to me. Nonetheless, I have zero reaction to the way she softly sweeps her hands down her thighs, which fill out a tight pencil skirt. Or the shiny black heels that adorn her feet, and the way she drags the back of one foot upher calf, in what appears to be some subtle cry for attention. I’m not sure. Don’t care. I glance at my phone butDaddysGirlis still offline.

Her smile evolves into something bigger, more flirtatious. “The meeting. Leah told me you went to the budget meeting, and you were successful in convincing the school board that Warriorville County needs more money for sports.” She bobs her head in some sort of acceptance of what she’s just said. “Congratulations, and I guess, thank you, too.”

I dip my head. “Thank you and… well, you’re welcome.”

One more moment of her awkward smile and she ducks out, pulling the door closed behind her. She walks past Leah’s office, which earns me a look from Leah, then leaves through the front doors, her minions tagging along after her.

That was strange.

My desk phone rings. “She came in to say congratulations for the outcome of the meeting,” I say as soon as I pick up the handset. I turn and face Leah through the glass that separates our offices.

“Psh,” Leah says, because I knew it was her and I knew that’s what she was going to ask. “She thinks because you spoke at the meeting and you’re the athletic director that you’ll be getting to decide where the money goes. Alone. And she’s hoping if she gets in your pants, cheerleading will benefit.”

I glare at Leah through the glass separating us. She twirls the old phone cord around her manicured finger. “Did she say that?” I ask.

One shoulder rises and drops. “More or less.”

I roll my eyes. “Well I do get to decide how the money is spent.”

“You must include me, Weston Drew Dupont.”

I shake my head. “The full name only works if you’re my mother and if it’s my actual name.”

She wrinkles her nose. “West is short for something, isn’t it?”

I shake my head again. “No. Is Leah short for something?”

Her eyes narrow. “Yes. Queen Leah.”

“I gotta go, freshman players are waiting.” I hang up, grab my hat from my desk and nudge it onto my head, then head to the field house, where I spend the next three hours helping stinky, sore teenage boys.

Last night was admittedlya detour from my new plan. My plan to take control of this thing and get what I fucking want, while givingDaddysGirlwhat she wants too. And not online, but in person, in broad fucking daylight.

Tonight, the plan is back on.

We’d tried taking things slow, and all it’s done is make Daddy very fucking impatient and my impatience is turning into a physical energy I need to dispel.

After a shower, my new routine begins: put food in the microwave, grab a beer, get something going on the TV, and boot up my laptop.

With chicken cacciatore and a Blue Moon waiting, I drag my computer onto my thighs and hold my breath.

DaddysGirlis online.

I don’t let my confidence falter. I take a drink of my beer and get to typing.

Suede0989

I thought about you all night last night and all day today and I realized that moving slowly is only doing a disservice to our connection.

I realize now that you’ve been waiting for your daddy to take charge

To show you what everything will be like once you’re unquestionably my girl.

I reread what I wrote, happy with the assertion and tone, eager—according to the halfie in my cotton sleep pants—to finally turn this into something in the light of day, on the other side of a screen.

DaddysGirl