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Taking a deep breath, I move from my chair to use the restroom. It takes a moment to pee, wash my hands, and get back to my chair.

"Mommy!" Tia calls out, loud, and crazed. I try to sit down without jumping.

"Hey, hey, it's alright." Cutting the ropes from her wrists, I pull her into me. She straddles my lap and wraps around me.

"You left." She kisses my neck and curls into me.

"It's alright, princess. Shh. It's alright. I only went to the restroom. I promise I wasn't gone for more than a few minutes. You aren't alone, little one."

Her arms get tighter around me, and I try hard not to choke on how hard she's wrapped around me. I take a deep breath and she relaxes. Running my hands along her back, I softly move them up and down.

Is she as obsessed with me as I am with her? Or is this really her being afraid to be alone? And why only me? She seems to be able to be away from Jazz and not have this kind of reaction? Or is this because I've tied her up and given her a punishment?

Goddamn questions in my mind won't shut the fuck up. I can't exactly ask her right now because she's still in a mode that needs Mommy to just hold her. Yep, definitely going to have to find a new way to punish her and to keep her by my side.

Somehow.

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It’s been two weeks, and things with Tia are better. She's going to class, attending practice and showing me exactly why I made her the scholarship winner this year. Also, she hasn’t had any other panic attacks. Which I'm thankful for. Then again, I text her twenty times a day, and I make sure I give her explicit instructions to follow.

We are at our last practice before we travel to our first away game. "Alright girls, listen up. You've been practicing hard and have really made the effort to show me what you are made of. Our lineup of starters are on the board, and I expect you all to be happy for them. Each player will get time on the court tomorrow, but don't let the starters fool you, you are all great players."

I blow the whistle, and the girls huddle over by the board. Tia isn't a starter, and I know she's going to be pissed. I'll have to wear her out tonight, to keep her mind off her not being on the lineup until the last of the game.

As I walk into my office, Tia is right behind me. "Seriously, Coach?"

She's hot and sweaty. All I want to do is lick her neck and take her on my desk. That can't happen of course, but I can fucking daydream about it all I want. "About what, Tia?"

We both agreed to keep things professional here and in school, although in the classroom, she's tested me a few times. "Why am I on the C team?"

"Because you need to learn to be a team player, Tia. All the girls make up the team, not just you. Because of your attitude toward them and how you've painted a fucking target on your back by being a bitch. I'm trying to save you from being kicked off the team due to a damn mutiny."

"But..."

I shut the door and look at her. "Are you Captain material? Yes, you are. Starting material? Yes, you are. The only friend you have out there is Libby, and she roots for you when no one else does. I'm counting on you to bring my C players up and not let them drag you down."

She stares at me, hands on her hips, eyes squinted. "I can't believe this. You want me to getyourteam in order. Seriously!"

"If you want to be on the team next year, yeah, that's exactly what I want. The captain of the team hates your guts because you have more talent in your right hand than she does in her whole damn body. It's jealousy and outrage. She has half the team thinking you are out to get them because you haven't proven otherwise."

I sit down in my seat, trying not to think about how I'm going to fuck her tonight. "This is such horseshit and you know it."

"I do. But if you want me to keep you from being eaten alive from those girls out there, you will move through the ranks. You’re considered a freshman, even if you do have the credits to make you a junior. Earn your spot, Tia."

She huffs and sits down in the chair in front of my desk. "Fine. How exactly am I supposed to do that?"

I hold the urge to roll my eyes because I seriously want to be childish right now. Instead, I am the Mommy and Coach. "You are a born leader. Every time I'm running late, you are out there with Libby and a few of the other girls doing your drills without the blow of my whistle to signal that it's time to get practicing. Start by getting everyone together, and that's all you have to do."

"Fine." She gets up and bends down, placing her hands on my desk. Oh yeah, I'm going to ride her hard tonight. "But Mommy owes me."

I chuckle, and she walks out of my office with a smirk on her face. The little brat is going to get it tonight. I've learned to wear her out with orgasms and she will do anything I say. Well, except, delete her fucking page. One way or another, I will have her take it down. Even if I have to expose myself on the site to do it.

We are on the bus down to Houston. It's only a four-hour drive, but Coach says we need our rest, so we are staying in a hotel. I can't wait to sneak into her room and make her come.

I am supposed to be sleeping over with Libby, so I'll have to wait until she's asleep to get out of the room. Coach has already told me I have to wait until Libby is asleep before I can come over. That won't take long. Libby has already told me she plans to take a sleeping pill as soon as we get to the hotel.

Looking at my watch, I huff. We have an hour left to get to Houston. I'm antsy to be with Coach. I mean, I can see her and the assistant coach talking, but I want her holding me. I hate when others are around her, taking up her time. We’ve been doing great during these past few days. The nights I can't stay with her, she and I text for hours.

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