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Holy fucking shit.

Cadence fucking Caine isDaddysGirl?

Cadence isDaddysGirl.

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 isDaddysGirl.

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 fromme.

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…shedoesn’t know whoIam.

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.

OnVeiled, 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 closeVeiled, 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 onVeiled. Still blows my fucking mind thatDaddysGirl,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 withCassandra 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.