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“Gonna be so good to you, babydoll. Gonna be the best Daddy of all time.”

His promise sinks into me—An unbreakable vow that feels ironclad.

“Best Daddies feed their girls, Daddy. And your babydoll is hungry!” My tummy growls, and Deke rubs his warm palm over my stomach.

“I know, baby. You just distract me by being everything I ever wanted.” Those warm words fill my soul, and I slump back in the chair to watch as he goes back to making us a veggie stir-fry with riced cauliflower for dinner.

I’m no expert in age regression or kink relationships, but I’ve read enough of my older sister’s romance novels to have come across it a time or two. In books. Never in a bajillion years did I expect to be living one. Still, the more Deke talks about me being his Little girl, the more right it feels.

Dinner is delicious, and after we eat, Deke puts a show on the television for me to watch while he cleans up. If I twist to peek over the back of the sofa, I can see him in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher with our plates and stuff. Every time he bends to put a pan or bowl on the bottom rack, his muscular tush stretches the fabric over the seat of his pants. It makes my heart race, just watching him.

“Little girl, you’re doing more watching me than watching your show. Don’t you likeTeen Titans?” Deke lifts an eye and watches me expectantly.

For a second I think about lying and pretending I’d want to watch something grown-up. The news maybe. Or sports recaps. Something worldly and intelligent to show him I’m smart and savvy enough to be a partner. Worry of displeasing him takes over, my brain racing a million miles an hour trying to guess what answer to give that will make him happy.

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now, little lush.”

Crap. There goes my chance to be witty and flirty. Why do I suck at this so much? Other girls I know are so effortless at getting guys to lust after them. I want Coach McCree to want me as a woman, not just a clumsy little kid.

“Um, I guess, I mean…” I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say.

Deke patiently waits me out while he uses the dishtowel to dry his hands. He walks to where I’m leaned over the back of the couch and cups his giant hand under my chin. He coaxes my face up until our eyes meet. The rough calluses from his years of playing football scratch against my skin, and it sends ripples of awareness over me.

“Take your time, precious. You’re having some deep thoughts, I can tell. What’s wrong?” His tender words have tears flooding my eyes.

“I want to be your babydoll, Coach, I mean, Daddy. I really, really do. But if I’m your Little girl, a submissive like you said, and you’re my Daddy, then what about kisses and stuff?” In my sister’s books, the Daddies were always picking their Littles up and carrying them off to bed. So far, Deke’s done none of that.

Maybe real Daddies don’t actually do that stuff?

CHAPTER 13

Deke

Windy’snervously stuttered worry that I might not want her in every way both reminds me how innocent she is, and makes my cock throb painfully in my slacks. Logically, I know we need to have a conversation about limits and experience, but right now the big brain where logic resides isn’t in charge. All executive functioning has been delegated to the swollen, achy brain thudding between my legs with every heartbeat.

I drop onto the sofa next to where Windy’s kneeling and tug her into my lap. She’s athletically limber and easily straddles my thighs, one knee braced along each side of my hips. I let her weight press down on my aching bulge and press my hands at her waist to rock her core back and forth over me until her eyes open wide with recognition.

“Kisses and stuff, as you put it sweet girl, come with the territory as long as you want them. Feel how much Daddy wants you?” I want her enough to ignore all the reasons we should be taking it slow. I want her enough to overcome rational thought. I want her too much.

“Y-yes, D-Daddy. I feel you.” Her dulcet little stumble when she’s flustered ropes around my heart and squeezes tight.

“We still have a lot to talk about, but for now would you like me to show you all the special ways Daddies take care of their good girls?” My nerves are strung every bit as tight as they are in the seconds before kickoff in a big game. Waiting while she searches my eyes, looking for some hint as to what I’m offering, is as hard as anything I’ve ever done.

“Yes, please. Sh-Show me, Daddy.” Hearing Windy call me Daddy will never get old. Especially not when she’s stretched wide over my lap. Her ass grinds down against me. Our clothes may be separating us, but it’s no trouble imagining her naked tush, pinkened and heated by my hand, bouncing on me just like this.

One day soon, I’ll turn her over my knee and redden her backside just so I can feel the heat of it scalding my cock before I claim her tiny little asshole. My balls feel swollen and heavy with cum, waiting to take her. I spread my knees wider to create space, and her center of gravity shifts, dropping her into the gap between my legs and grinding her center over the iron-hard bar of my erection. We both gasp, and Windy thrusts against me, seeking more friction.

I may not be as fit as I was when I was still playing pro ball, but she’s light enough it’s no trouble to stand up while cradling her against me. I carry her to my bedroom without losing contact where her center rubs against my erection. The tease of her bouncing on my hard cock is enough to have us both panting by the time my knees bump the edge of the bed.

“Before Daddy gives you special kisses, you know you earned a punishment for not following my directions and scaring me to pieces earlier. Right?” I’m not really asking.

My plans were to bring her home, feed her and give her a relaxing soak in the hot tub, then edge her as punishment forthe fright she gave me. But that was before. When I expected I’d need to ease her into the existence of power-exchange relationships, my plans had felt like a gradual way to ease her into things. Being the precious surprise she’s been since I first found her outside the stadium, her enthusiastically jumping in with both feet shouldn’t shock me.

“Yes, Daddy.”

See? Natural-born submissive Little girl.

“I’m going to bare your backside and turn that heinie bright pink so you’ll remember to lock your door the next time you’re in your dorm. Then I’ll give you your special kisses. We still need to get you a warm soak in the hot tub for those knees before bedtime, too.” The list of things that have to happen before I can cuddle her into me to sleep is long, if pleasurable. First things first, though.

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