by B. B. Hamel
He reaches back and unties my top. I let it fall off as he cups my breasts, teasing my nipples, kissing my neck. I groan, grinding harder down along his hard cock.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I whisper in his ear. “I’ve been thinking about this.”
He groans softly. “I know you have, little Leah. You can’t help yourself.”
“I really can’t.” He kisses my neck, my throat. “I think about it every night.”
“I think about your sweet little pussy while I’m sitting at my desk. Every day, I’m supposed to be working, but I keep thinking about the way you taste.” He kisses me again, bites my bottom lip, grabs my ass.
I groan as he stands, lifting me from the water. He puts me down on the edge of the tub and spreads my legs wide. I lean back, hands on the tile floor. The room’s warm, almost steamy, and completely private. The windows are fogged over, although some deep part of me wishes it were possible for someone to catch us.
I gasp as he pulls my bottoms off, sliding them over my round ass. He kisses my inner thigh, teasing my pussy with his fingers before finding my clit with his tongue.
He sucks and licks me as I tip my head back. My hair’s half wet, stuck against my bare back. I groan as I dig my fingers into the tile floor. His tongue feels incredible as it laps against my clit, swollen with desire.
I grind my hips against him as he slides his fingers deep inside. “Oh, shit, Daddy,” I gasp.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, you know that?” he says, sliding his fingers in and out.
“I have?”
“You have,” he says. “You’ve been a very fucking bad girl. You distract me while I’m at work with this tight little pussy. I should be busy but you’re flaunting your tight cunt all around me.”
“Oh, god, am I distracting you, Daddy?”
“You’re a huge fucking distraction.” He leans forward, grabs my hair. He pulls my head back as he pushes his fingers deeper inside. I groan, rolling my hips more. He kisses me, fucks me with his fingers.
“You’re a big distraction,” he whispers, “but I love it. I love this tight cunt. I love your little lips. I love your taste. Every fucking inch of you is mine, you know that?”
“I know, Daddy,” I moan.
“Good. I want you bent over in my office, every day, ready to get your ass spanked rough. You’ll take it and you’ll thank me when it’s over.”
“Oh, god, Daddy.”
“You’ll be a good girl after I get you off. Make you come nice and hard. Isn’t that right?”
“Please,” I beg.
He smirks. “Please, what?”
“Fuck me, Daddy.” I bite my lip, almost embarrassed to say it out loud, but too lost in this desire to care. “Fuck me, please, Daddy.”
He laughs softly, stands to his full height. I grab at his bathing suit and tug it down, almost greedy in how badly I need it. He groans as I take his cock in both my hands, stroking him slowly, sitting up on the edge of the tub.
I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth. I can taste the tub at first as I take him deeper into my mouth, but soon it’s just his skin and precum on my tongue. I gag, take him deeper, suck him harder. He groans and pushes me, gripping onto my hair.
I pull back, gasping, stroking his shaft. His eyes are dark with lust as I look up at him.
He pushes me back and I lean onto my elbows as he lifts my legs up, spreading them wide. His big cock teases my pussy, stroking up and down before he slides himself inside.
I gasp as he sinks deep in. I’m soaking wet, dripping with desire, and he easily fills me up. I gasp when he grinds his hips and starts to fuck me.
“God damn, little Leah,” he groans. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. It’s the drug that keeps me coming back.”
I respond by moving my hips, staring up at him. My breasts bounce softly as he thrusts into me, and I hold one with my right hand as he strokes deeper and harder.
He grabs my hair, bending me forward more, gripping tight. I gasp as he strokes faster and faster into my pussy, fucking me rough, unrelenting. I groan and I know I’m going to beg, I just can’t help it.
“Deeper, Daddy,” I plead. He gives me what I want, deep, hard strokes.
“You’re a filthy fucking girl,” he whispers. “Look at you, begging to get your pussy fucked.”
“Oh, god, Daddy.”
“I know. You need to be punished.” He grips my hair tighter. “You need to get your tight little cunt fucked. I’m going to fill you up until you can’t breathe.”
He fucks me faster, grinding into me. Pleasure blooms through my whole body. It feels incredible, taking his big cock between my legs. I grind again, moving along his shaft, panting gently.
He grabs me and turns me around, getting me onto my hands and knees. He grabs my hair and pulls me back against him, his hands cupping my breasts, his cock buried in my pussy. I gasp, grab onto his hips.
He kisses my neck, my lips. Slowly I shimmy my hips, grinding down against him, before he pushes me back down.
I take his big cock from behind. He fucks me rough, big hands gripping my hips, sliding deep inside. I groan and wiggle myself along his length, needing more and more. He spanks me hard, leaving handprints on my ass in stinging tingles.
Pleasure rocks through my body. I can feel all my worries disappear, my worries about Atlas, about Cole, about my job, about everything. Nothing matters but this moment as he fucks me harder, rougher, takes me the way I need.
He reaches around my hips and starts to tease my clit. I groan, biting my lip. “Fuck, Daddy,” I whisper. He rubs my clit faster, fucking me harder, ripping into me.
I gasp, grind my hips. I’m so close I can barely breathe. I need to come so badly I can hardly take it anymore. He grunts, sensing my desire. He spanks me again, pulls my hair tighter, thrusts deeper.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my whole body tightening. He rubs my clit faster, fucks me deeper, and I feel the orgasm roll through me.
I come hard on his fat cock. He’s buried deep inside me as I come. I groan, rolling my hips back against him, my entire mind empty of anything but desire and pleasure as it rocks through me.
I feel his hands grip my hips harder as he keeps thrusting into me. I’m in the middle of the most intense orgasm of my life when I feel him tighten and come deep inside of me.
I feel him fill me up. It drives me wild. I move my hips, sliding along his shaft, and slowly we come together. It passes through me like a hurricane, and when it’s gone, I feel completely washed clean.
He sighs and collapses into the water. I sit down next to him, practically purring with contentment.
“Fuck, that’s how I need to relax more often,” he says.
I laugh. “I thought you’d like it.”
I put my head against his chest and he puts his arms around me.
It feels so good to be held by him like this. So natural and normal and real. I don’t care about anything outside of this room. I don’t care if I should be worried.
I have my man. I have my Cole. Right here, right now.
12
Cole
I take a sip of coffee and flip off the projector. Robby turns the lights on and cracks his back.
“I think we’re done for this morning,” I say to him, sighing.
“We’re never done. Just going on different length breaks.”
I grin a little and sit down, sighing. It’s a little after eight in the morning and we’ve been going over tape for two hours already. “Let’s make this one a long one.”
He nods and sits across from me. I can see the weariness in Robby’s eyes, but he’ll never admit to it. That’s part of why I like him, despite being such a numbers geek.
“How’s the home front?” I ask, referring to the team’s support staff.
He shrugs. “Fine. No big issues. Team seems to be getting along with them.”
“No problem?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Not yet.”
“Let’s ho
pe that continues.”
He seems to hesitate. “Well, actually, there is one thing.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What’s up? It’s not like you to be bashful.”
He clears his throat. “I’m not exactly sure that it’s an issue.”
“Out with it.”
Robby sighs. Part of his job entails overseeing the support staff from a high level. He doesn’t get involved in the day-to-day stuff, but the managers report to him if there are any issues. Even though we’re not directly running all the various support departments, I want to know if any problems arise anyway.
That way, I can step in and fix them.
“It’s actually Atlas,” Robby says.
“What about him?” I ask, but I already know what he’s going to say. I feel a pit in my stomach open up, threatening to swallow down everything.
“Apparently he’s been interested in a, uh, certain trainer,” he says. “Her name is Leah.”
“I know the one,” I say carefully.
Robby coughs. “Well, Atlas asked her out. And apparently she said yes.”
That stops me in my tracks. I knew Atlas was going to ask her out. There’s nothing I could do about that.
But she said yes?
“Is that true?” I ask, trying to stay neutral.
He shrugs. “It’s gossip. I haven’t spoken to the girl yet.”
“Right,” I say.
“Coworkers date,” he says. “That’s not normally a problem.”
“What is the problem, then?”
“It’s when a subordinate dates her superior. That’s the problem. It’s a power dynamic thing, and Atlas, well… he has all the power.”
I take a breath. “So he can’t date anyone beneath him at all?”
“Not on his team, at least. Well, he could, but people would talk.”
“What do we do about it?”
Robby shrugs. “Everything’s unsubstantiated as of now. I can dig deeper?”
“No,” I say, and he gives me a look. “No,” I repeat. “I don’t want some kind of harassment issue on file. Let’s just leave it alone.”
“Okay, that’s fine.”
Of course, I don’t tell him the real reason I want him to drop it. I don’t tell him that I’ve been fucking Leah, that I’ve been sleeping with a subordinate, that I’ve been breaking the rules. I don’t tell him that I’m horribly jealous right now and seething with confusion.
We wrap up our meeting and Robby heads out. I sit in the tape room, staring at the big screen, trying to get my thoughts in order.
I knew Atlas was going to come on to Leah. I figured he’d ask her out, but I also figured she’d turn him down. The fact that she said yes drives me absolutely fucking insane.
Why would she do that? I mean, I know we’re not exclusive. I never said we were. But still, we’re fucking. She knows I want her.
The whole thing seems fucked. I should rage in there, beat the fuck out of Atlas, take what’s mine. I should own her, dominate her.
But no, I’m going to be a fucking adult for once in my life. I’m a grown-up now. I’m going to handle my shit like one.
I get up, take a long drink of coffee, and head out into the building. It’s closer to eight-thirty now, and Leah should be in.
It doesn’t take me long to find her. She’s in the training room talking to another girl, I think her name is Jessa or something like that. They’re both taping up some ankles, the big guys sitting there, ignoring the little trainer girls completely.
Leah looks up when I enter. The chatter stops as I motion at her. “Leah, can I have a word?”
She glances back at the other girl and shrugs. “Of course, Coach.”
I lead her away from the training room and back to my office. She steps inside and I shut the door behind her.
She comes toward me, a smile on her face, but I raise a hand to stop her. “We need to talk.”
She hesitates, looking confused. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going on a date with Atlas?”
She stops in her tracks. I turn away and walk behind my desk, sitting down. She floats down into a chair and shakes her head. “Who told you that?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Come on, Cole. Who?”
“My assistant, Robby. He heard a rumor.”
“Shit,” she says softly.
“Is it true?”
“Yes,” she says, biting her lip. “And no.”
I narrow my eyes. “Can’t be both.”
“What was I supposed to say, Cole?” she says, almost snapping at me. “He owns the team. He’s my boss.”
I take a breath. “I’m your boss, too. Are you saying you couldn’t say no to me, either?”
She bites her lip. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. It’s not the same. He’s… he’s Atlas.”
“Fine, so you couldn’t say no.”
“I’m not interested in him. I just said yes because I didn’t know what else to do.”
“When’s the date?”
“I don’t know. He keeps rescheduling.”
I grunt, nodding. “I hope you have fun.”
“Cole, don’t be that way.”
I take a breath and let it out. I can feel my petty anger getting the best of me and I have to get it under control. “Okay, look. You can do whatever you want. We’re not married.”
“I know that, you idiot.”
I blink, surprised. She actually sounds angry.
“Will you listen to me?” She stands up and leans over my desk. “I don’t want to go out with him. I just said yes because I felt weird, okay?”
“Okay,” I mumble. She looks angry and firm and it’s actually pretty fucking hot. I didn’t know I was into women talking to me like this and taking charge, but there’s something sexy about her strength in this moment.
“Good,” she says, smiling. “Now, I need an excuse.”
“An excuse?”
“To get out of this date.”
“You can just… tell him the truth.”
“Tell him the truth. Brilliant. I should’ve thought of that.”
I sigh. “What’s wrong with that?”
“I can’t tell him the truth. It’ll insult him.”
“He doesn’t seem like that kind of guy.”
“He’s rich and he’s a man. He’s that kind of guy.”
I sigh, leaning back in my chair. She straightens up, crosses her arms.
“I’m sorry, Leah. I don’t know what to say.”
“Yeah, well, fine. At least you don’t have to be a jerk about this.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. You know I don’t want to go out with him.”
“Do I?”
She glares at me. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”
I stare at her for a second and let out a breath. It feels like I’ve been holding that forever, and it finally makes me relax a little bit. “Okay, okay. You’re right.”
“I know that.”
I stand up and come around my desk. She watches as I kiss her softly, hands on her hips.
“I still need to get out of this thing, you know,” she says.
“Tell him the truth. Tell him you have a Daddy already, and he’s keeping you nice and happy.”
She grins. “I bet he’d like that.”
“Is he into that sort of thing?”
“Probably. I bet he’d want to join in.”
“Gross. He’s not my type.”
“What, just because he’s a man?”
“Pretty much.”
She grins, kisses me again. “I’ll think of something. Just, don’t get all angry again, okay?”
“Fine,” I grunt.
“Good.”
I squeeze her hand and she turns away from me, heading to the door. “By the way, I was thinking of staying late tonight to spend time in the Jacuzzi again.” She gives me a little smile. “Just in case you wanted to know.”
She waves and
leaves my office. I watch her go, grinning despite myself. The thought of her in that bikini again, sliding up and down my cock, drives me fucking wild.
I want this girl. I hate that someone else wants her. But she’s right.
I have to trust her. At least a little bit. I can’t just assume she’ll run off with Atlas. I can’t believe every rumor I hear.
Still, there’s one other thing bothering me. I’m her boss, just like Atlas. I can’t help but wonder if she said yes to me just because she was afraid I’d fire her or something like that. I don’t want to think this all started because she was afraid to say no to me.
Nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is be more careful. She’s mine, and it doesn’t matter how it happened.
It only matters that I have her, and I’m not letting her go.
13
Leah
The crowd screams in excitement as the guys slowly mill around the center of the field.
Cole gets swamped by reporters and coaches, all congratulating him on beating the Patriots 28-0. Nobody thought we had any chance, but Sean played like it his life depended on it.
Although he took a few hard hits. I spot him limping around with the other guys, shaking hands, hugging other players, a huge grin on his face. But behind that smile, I can see the grimace.
I walk over to Sean, hands holding my clipboard. I want to go talk to Cole, tell him how proud I am, maybe even kiss him, but I know that’s stupid. I can’t take that kind of risk. He’d be upset with me if I did something that public.
Instead, I have to do my job. Keep myself focused.
Otherwise, I’ll just stand around obsessing about how good Cole makes me feel.
“You’re not looking too good,” I call out over the din of the crowd.
Sean grins at me, turning away from a couple of guys. “I think I look great right now. I’m a winner.”
“You’re limping around. Come on, let me have a look.”
He sighs. “You’re no fun, you know that?”
“One win doesn’t matter, you gotta win a lot more games.”
He sighs again but nods grimly. I lead him off the field, back down the tunnel, and into the back offices.