Teach Me Daddy
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"Pull your skirt down," he barked at me, and I followed his instructions almost deliriously, wandering to the other end of the room.
Maddox zipped himself up just as the door to the room flew open and students spilled into the classroom.
I sat in the first row for his lecture, grinning wide every time he looked in my direction. If only his students knew what we'd done moments earlier at the desk he was now sitting behind. I licked my lips thinking about the cum Maddox had hastily wiped with a tissue before the room filled up with people.
I knew he was trying not to look at me during class, but I kept sneaking glances, hoping he'd look my way, hoping he'd notice how wet I still was for him. He looked whenever he thought no one would notice, and I hoped I was the only one who noticed when his bulge got too big and he had to sit down at his desk.
I stared at him for the rest of the lecture, my eyes wide and my legs crossed tightly because I was deliriously afraid someone would notice just how wet he was making me. Finally, once the class was over, I got up from my seat and slowly put my things in my bag.
Maddox waited for everyone else to leave before he approached me, pressing a fleeting kiss on my lips.
"Let's go home," he told me.
We drove to our apartment with his hand resting on my thigh, caressing me gently. I wanted more, always, but I knew our games were done for the day.
I needed some rest, anyway. The day had been long and tiring, and I just wanted to lie down in bed next to him and have him massage me until I fell asleep.
Back at home, Maddox made me stand in the bathroom while he peeled my clothes off slowly. They ended up in a pile at my feet and I shielded my body from his eyes with my hands. Gently, he pried my arms away and looked at me.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he told me, his voice raspy. "I don't know what I've done to deserve you."
"I think this is all a dream sometimes," I admitted. "I'm afraid I'll wake up and you'll be gone, just like that."
"I could never leave you, sweetheart," he promised me, his fingers trailing a line down to my belly. "And you'll always have something of mine."
He caressed my swollen stomach and I smiled up at him. The baby kicked as if on cue and Maddox grinned at me.
"Feisty one, just like his mom," he told me.
He took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. There, he dressed me up in my most comfortable PJs before making me lie down on the bed. My eyes were heavy and I was tired, but I was also enjoying the moment too much to drift off to sleep just yet.
Maddox pulled my shirt up, revealing my belly, and got some lotion out of his nightstand. With gentle motions, he rubbed it into my skin and I moaned with pleasure as he did it.
"Only a few weeks to go," he reminded me. "Are you excited?"
"Yes," I told him, then added, "And scared. I'm really scared."
"What are you scared of, sweetheart?" he asked me.
I hesitated before answering, unsure of just how honest I should be with him.
"I'm scared I won't be your little girl anymore," I finally admitted in the smallest of voices.
Maddox stopped rubbing my stomach and made me look at him. There were tears welling in my eyes and I wanted to hide them badly, but he wouldn't let me look away. His eyes were glued to mine as he started to speak.
"You'll always be my little girl," he promised me. "I don't give a fuck what happens. And you gave me the best gift any man could ask for. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on your ass once this is over, Cora."
He slipped a finger between my lips and I gasped.
"You're still my little slut," he said gently. "And you're still the love of my life. I'll still fuck you in my classroom, but I'll also love you like I've never loved anyone before. Is that fucking clear, sweetheart?"
"Yes," I managed to get out.
"Yes, what?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
By then, a small smile was playing on my lips and I wanted to tease him a little.
"Yes, Daddy," I told him, batting my eyelashes innocently.
He groaned, saying, "That game you're playing is going to get you into a world of trouble, little girl."
"I can't wait," I told him, grinning wide.
THE END
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