Page 16 of De Vil

"I know, little princess. Big Bad Queen is just so damn mean to you. Now get your ass up and finish what you started."

I lift my foot off her back and wait for her to move. When she doesn't, I bend down and push her over so I can see her face. "Well, what's it going to be Tia?" I stroke her stomach, wondering if she’s going to be a good girl or if I’m going to have to turn on that egg again. I know she didn’t take it out of her body. The remote is still active and in my pocket.

She glares at me and slaps my hand off her body. Malice laces my words as I laugh. "If you really want to get out of this practice, I can always just sit on your face until you succumb to my will."

Fuck, I'm really laying it on thick, but I am not opposed to that. "You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I? You forget I'm the one in charge here, little girl, and I don't quite like the fact that you are daring to throw away your future. If I have to correct you in unconventional ways, then so fucking be it."

Tia stares at me, and I frown. That vulnerability is back. It's like a sucker punch to the gut with how much I hate that look on her face. "You don't care. All you want to do is torture me."

"No, sweet princess, that's not correct. I want to make you the best volleyball player there is." Ok, that's not a complete lie. There is so much more that I want from her, but she's not ready for that.

Too much, too fast will have her running away. Hell, I should be the one running, getting on a jet and flying away from here. It's too late for me now though. I've heard the beautiful sounds of her orgasm, and I now know she's in need of a Mommy.Me.

To not take this chance with her, would be a fucking tragedy. I rub her stomach in a clockwise motion. "It's going to be alright, Tia. I promise. Get up and finish the sets. I won't even make you run drills. Alright?"

She’s contemplating on not following through. I can tell by the way she's biting her lip. That's going to piss me off. I finger the remote, thinking about using it again.

Coach gets up from the floor and looks at me expectantly. I hesitate. Anger flows through her eyes as she narrows them at me. Deciding to be good for once, I get up and shake my legs and my arms.

"Good, princess. Now get going," Coach says as she goes and sits down on the bleachers.

By the time I've finished the last two sets, I'm exhausted and just want to lie down and pass out. I'm bent over, trying not to freak out that I'm still standing and that I seriously want to crawl into bed with Coach and let her take care of me.

"Excellent work. I'll see you on Monday, Tia."

Wait. What? Where is she going? "Coach?" I call out to her, and she looks back at me. "I.. what?"

"Practice is over. I told you if you finished, I wouldn't make you do the drills. So go home, get some rest, and I'll see you in class for Texas History."

"But..." I'm so confused. Why am I antagonizing this to go on today? She's setting me free for the rest of the day.

"What Tia?" Her hands are on her hips and with good reason. I've probably pissed her off with my conflicting signals.

"Nothing." I shake my head and grab my bag. "Sorry, yeah. See ya Monday."

My legs hurt like hell but I force myself to walk out of the gym before I do something incredibly dumb. I don't understand what the fuck is going on with me, and I am not going to try to figure it out today.

Coach follows me out, and I laugh seeing her get into her truck. "Oh, so you are a gas guzzler."

Damn it, why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Why, oh why, did I have to say anything? "And you are so economically friendly?"

I look at my vehicle and smirk. "Yeah, yeah. Bye." I have to leave right now or I might go over to her, kiss her, and let her have her way with me. That is not good. There are cameras all over this gym building. Or at least that's what I've heard.

"Why don't I take you to eat something?"

The keys in my hands slip as she walks up to me. "I already ate breakfast."

"That's not what I asked, Tia."

I bend down and my ass is directly in front of her. She touches me and my nerves zing with excitement. She pulls me back into her, and I don't stop her. Her grip on me isn't hard enough to be forceful, and I clearly could walk away. I don't. Hell no. I rub my butt into her and she smacks it.

"You sure are a horny princess."

She's not lying. I am, especially for her. I can't find the words to express what I want as she slips a hand into my shorts. "Am I going to find a wet pussy in between your legs, Tia?"

"Yes." Well, I found my words.

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