Page 15 of De Vil

"Yes, Mommy." The words slip out before I can stop them. The other end of the line goes quiet, and I realize Coach has hung up.

I have to thank God for her not hearing me call her Mommy. How embarrassing would that fucking be if she heard it? Oh Jesus, what if Jazz heard me?

Tia called meMommy. She has no idea I heard it before I hung up. She wasn't meant to be at practice. I did this simply to get her to me. I couldn't wait until Monday to tease her. To make her whimper for me.

This is morally wrong, and I don't give a damn. Hell no I don't. I want her. And by God, I'm going to fucking have her. But first, I'm going to make her so damn crazy with orgasms and need her to come begging me for it. Tia's little whimpers and cries for me were beautiful. I will hear them again soon.

For now, I have to control myself. She has no idea that I'm the big bad wolf, and that I'm out to eat her alive. No, she thinks I'm her bitchy coach and that I am out to get her. In a way…I am. I'm going to become the center of her world one way or another.

It takes Tia another thirty-five minutes to get to practice. I know she had to recoup from the orgasms she experienced. And of course, she had to get rid of Jazz. I laugh at the idea of how she managed to explain her need to get to practice on a Sunday.

I'm holding a volleyball in my hand by the time she walks through the entrance from the locker room. I throw the ball at her and she's so out of it, it hits her in the chest. She looks at me with daggers and goes after the ball.

"You are now an hour and ten minutes late, Tia. What do you have to say for yourself?"

For once, she looks abashed. I smirk. Right where I want her. "I don't have it on the calendar. I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you are going to be. Now, stretch."

She doesn't waste any time getting into the stretching poses I've taught the team. It takes her ten minutes to get focused.Oh little girl, you have no idea what I'm going to do to you.That thought keeps running through my head.

"Seventy laps," I tell her and she turns those pouty lips down and looks at me.

"No way!"she practically shouts. I laugh.

"That wasn't an option. Seventy laps. Now." I blow my whistle and go sit down on the bottom bleacher step.

"Fuck that!" She throws her hands up, and I squint my eyes.

"Are you quitting, princess?"

"Don't call me that." Oh, Tia is spiraling. Exactly what I want.

Getting up from my seat, I walk over to her and take her shoulders in my hands. "Tia, stop. Just stop thinking and get to running. We will do sets of ten. One minute rest in between. But you earned this by being late."

She looks at me, and I can see the swirling desire, confusion, rage, and need within her eyes. What a fucking diamond in the rough. I pull her to me and hold her. A moment of kindness won't hurt.

"Alright." Tia sounds so resigned but she pulls away from me, and I go back to my seat. She begins running and I watch her. The laps are slow, but she finishes her first set without a problem.

As she drinks her water, I watch her. Her body is tense, and I have a feeling she's never been this conflicted before. There's a story behind her, but that's not for today. No. Today is about breaking down her walls and making her one step closer to being dependent upon me. HerMommy.

The next four sets go as planned but as she's getting more water, she sits down. "I'm done."

"You have two more sets. You aren't getting away from them, so keep going."

"No." She throws her water bottle at me, and I catch it. I crush the thing and throw it in the trash.

Patience is usually a strong suit of mine but when it comes to Tia, I've realized it's gone. I simply move over to her, grab her by the hair, and drag her into the middle of the court right under the volleyball net.

“What the fuck, Coach?” Tia screeches as I move her. She scratches at me, but it does nothing to derail my movement. I put her face down on her stomach, and she tries pushing off the court, but I move faster than she does.

I put my foot on her back to keep her down. "Now. There is only one way this is going to go, Tia. You are going to get your ass up and you are going to finish the Goddamn sets. Or you can go to the dean’s office and I’ll kick you off the team. What's it going to be?"

"You're a monster." She thrashes about, trying to dislodge my foot but I'm planted on her for good.

"Oh, princess, I don't recall you being so quick to call me a monster during our phone conversation this morning. Actually, you were begging me to help you, weren’t you? I'm pretty sure you would have done anything for me, wouldn't you?"

I can see her struggling. Tia knows I have her ass in a bind. "I hate you."

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