Page 92 of Troublemaker
“Thank you,” I told my new professor. I glanced at my phone. “I have somewhere to be, so I’ll see you tomorrow!”
I headed out to the parking lot, getting in the car Coach had bought me. I’d pointed out to him that I had a substantial inheritance, but then he’d told me he was paying so I let it go, donating the money I would’ve spent on a car to a local animalshelter. I put on Sabrina, singing along as I drove off campus and through the city until I reached the Gehenom Beasts’ arena, parking in my usual spot before heading into the building.
It was a space I knew well from my childhood, but now, as the girlfriend of their head coach, it had new meaning. Some people treated us strangely when they figured out our original relationship, but I brushed it off. After all, I was someone who was made for scandal, and seeing people’s shocked looks and hearing their whispers made me laugh. Like Blake said, I was trouble, and by being with him and flaunting our relationship publicly, all I was doing was living the promise of the nickname he’d given me.
Heading down the hall, I knocked on his office door.
When he opened it, he was on the phone. I went to wait on the couch, but he shook his head.
“Hold on one second,” he told whoever he was speaking to, covering the speaker.
“Strip,” he told me.
Watching me, he continued his conversation—something about a trade—raising an eyebrow as I hesitated.
His eyes grew hard, and he walked up to me, still talking on the phone as he ripped my dress open, buttons flying everywhere.
Not wanting him to do the same to my bra, because finding bras in my size was practically impossible, I quickly opened the clasp and slid it off, along with my destroyed dress and my panties, until I was standing there, naked except for my heels.
Coach’s green eyes darkened with desire as he looked me over, and I shivered. We must have fucked hundreds of times by now, but every time he saw me, he had the same look of desperate, out of control worship that he’d had the first time. He’d called me a miracle a few times, and after a while, I had no choice but to believe him.
He pointed at his desk, and I walked toward it and waited like a good girl, until he circled his finger a few times, signaling that he wanted me to face it. As I did, he pushed down on my naked back, sending shivers through me as he forced me to bend over the desk.
“Handle it,” he told whoever it was on the phone, and hung up.
“Ah fuck, sweetheart, you look so pretty like that,” he said, bending over and placing a kiss on my spine, sending even more shivers everywhere.
I squirmed.
He tapped my inner thigh.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, and I did.
Satisfied, he opened the drawer, pulling a few things out of it, closing it again, and then walking around behind it, placing the items out of eyesight.
“You know what would look even prettier, Lucy?”
“What?” I asked, a little breathless as he stroked a hand over my hip.
“My cock up that tight little ass,” he said, tone serious, and I heard the pop of a tube being opened. Cold gel was spread over my opening in circles before Blake pushed it inside with his fingers.
I forced myself to relax. We’d played enough with butt plugs and fingers that I knew it would hurt more if I was tense. We’d never done this, but I wanted to. I wanted to do everything with him.
“Good, good girl,” he praised in a low voice as he fucked one finger into my ass, then two, squeezing out more lube from the tube and working it generously into my tight hole. I heard one more squeeze, and then a zipper, and then, the best sound of all, the wet sound of a lubed hand working over his thick, hard cock.
“We’re going to see if you can come just from this,” Blake said. “Usually I’d get you off by playing with your pussy, but you’re such a good girl, I bet you can have an anal orgasm for daddy, can’t you?”
His words, exciting and terrifying, made me clench.
“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s right,” he said, picking up on it. “Now, relax, release your breath, and bear down.”
I did as he said, and then his cock was right there at my entrance, making me jump from the tingly feeling of him right there.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothed, holding me still by a hip as he slowly worked his cock into my ass. “Just the tip so far. You can take it. You’re okay.”
I was, but I already felt stretched wide from the thickness of his cock. I felt stretched wider as he pushed in deeper, and with a popping sensation, made it past the ring keeping him out.
“Ah yeah, so goddamn tight,” he groaned, laying his front over my back and dropping a kiss on my neck. “We’ve got a ways to go. Deep breaths for daddy.”
