Page 58 of Coach Sully

My nod isn’t enough for him.

“Sayyes, daddy.”

Goddamn. I stare into his eyes. His gaze is so needy, he’s desperate for it. I recognize that desire and want him to fill me with it. He’s manipulating my body in a million ways, but those blue eyes are begging for my submission. His chest heaves. He exhales through his nose, becoming impatient. I memorize his face; I want to remember him looking at me like this forever.

My lips curl into a smile. “Yes, Daddy.”

The growl in his chest is possessive and untamed. I have the power to turn his world upside-down with two simple words—we each have the power to dominate the other. “Don’t tease me like that, baby girl.” He releases and focuses his thumb on my clit as he continues pumping in and out. I love that he’s notbeing extra careful with me after finding out I’m pregnant. He’s fingering me with the same fervor he used to. This is the Sully I need. I’ve spent months craving his roughness.

With shaking knees, I dig my nails into his back as warmth floods my entire body. Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer. Just as I’m about to come, I’m tossed back into the upholstered chair behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for his mouth, on the verge of exploding. I grip his hair and then… nothing. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me with intense hunger.

“Why did you stop?” I try to shift his mouth between my thighs, but he sits back farther on his heels.What the fuck?

He shakes his head. “I don’t think you’ve earned the right to come.”

Excuse me?No. I know how to get to him. “Please, Daddy?” I whimper.

His pupils dilate, turning his blue eyes to a stormy gray. He nips at my thigh, and I startle at the sharp sting before he licks it away. A dark soft smile graces his mouth, and I’m eager for whatever he will give me. “Bedroom.”

Iwas nice while we talked things out, but now she needs a correction. Kendra royally fucked up by keeping this pregnancy to herself. When I enter the bedroom, she’s stretched out on the four-poster bed, naked. I stand at the foot and admire her luscious body sprawled out.Damn.I can’t take my eyes off her. There are so many ways I want to take her.

I run my hand over the barely there swell of her stomach. The one I put there. I’ve always been indifferent to pregnant women, but when it’smychild she’s pregnant with? Holy hell. My cock could punch a hole through sheet metal. I plan on fucking her into next week, but first…

“What are you thinking about?”

“How I want to punish you.”

She cocks her head to the side, a lopsided smile. “Punish me?”

“You didn’t think you would skip out on telling me you were pregnant without getting a punishment, did you?” The surprise on her face tells me she did. “You wanted a daddy… Daddies discipline.”

I open her closet, hoping for a belt but only find a slew of scarves. I’ll make it work. I touch each of them, selecting the ones that will best suit my needs.

“Your safe word is—”

“Harder, Daddy?”

“No.” I cut my eyes to her before returning my attention to the scarves. “That smart mouth isn’t doing you any favors.”

“Seems a bit wordy, don’t you think?” she snarks. After choosing the last scarf, I establish myself at the corner of the bed.

“Your safeword is Mr. Sullivan. Crawl to the end of the bed,” I say, wrapping one of the scarves around the corner post. She gets to her knees. “Crawl.” I remind her, and she does. “Lay down.”

With her head now at the foot of the bed, she relaxes on her back.

“Hand.” Her eyes bounce between me and the scarf. “Hand,” I say a second time.

She nervously holds her wrist out for me to secure. Afterward, I make my way around the bed, restraining each of her limbs until she’s starfished before me. Then I carefully pluck a handful of long-stemmed roses from the vase and drop them beside her on the bed. I pull my shirt over my head and remove my pants but not before wrenching my belt out first. Her eyes widen. I’ve been straining against my boxers for far too long, it’s a relief to push them down.

“Shit,” she whispers.

With the belt still in my fist, I climb onto the bed and straddle her waist. Folding the belt tightly in half, I plant a hand besideher head and use the belt to lift her chin. Her eyes are wild, the anticipation mixing with a hint of fear. I love it. I pluck one of the long-stemmed roses from the small pile, careful to keep my fingers between the thorns, and draw the petals between her breasts, then outline her nipples.

“There is no rose without thorns, baby girl. In order to enjoy something that is beautiful and pleasurable, you must also endure something that is difficult or painful.”

With that, I take the belt and slap the side of her breast. She jolts, but after the surprise wears off, a slow smile grows and she licks her lips.

“Dirty girl, already hungry for my cum, aren’t you?”

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