If I allow myself to wonder if she’s even remotely infatuated with me, too—and that’s why she’s hot between her legs—I’m not sure what I’ll do. Explode. Chain her up in my basement. Allow myself to turn full freak and murder any man who looks in her direction. Obsess about her full time. Commandeer her life, her existence. If she has feelings for me, she shouldn’t. She can’t know what she’d be getting into.
And she never will.
We will have sex today and get her the orgasm she needs. Then I’ll go back to keeping my distance. I’ll find a way to keep my beast caged for Margot’s well-being.
“My wife is taking a nap,” Mr. Summers explains, sitting down across from me and Margot. “What’s up?”
“Mr. Summers…” I exhale slowly. “Margot is having some difficulty concentrating.”
He leans back and crosses his arms, nodding. “I saw that bad dive in practice. And Coach…helping you recover.” He stumbles over that last part, as if still confused by seeing us touch each other so intimately in the water. “You have to be more focused, honey.”
“That’s the thing,” I say, before Margot can respond. “She can’t. Focus, that is.”
Her father splits a look between us. “Why not?”
Margot looks down at her lap, face flaming, and I can’t stop myself from reaching over, finding her bare thigh and squeezing it in my hand. “Margot is an adult now. Eighteen. You’ve hired me to make her the best diver she can be—and I have. She’s extraordinary. But all the training, combined with her becoming a woman, has given her a lot of…excess energy.” I look him straight in the eye. “There’s only one way she’s going to burn through it. Do you understand what I’m telling you, Mr. Summers?”
The other man’s brow is burrowed in confusion. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I do.”
I grit my molars, ordering myself to say the rest. As soon as this meeting concludes, I’ll finally get to bury my cock in Margot and I’m growing more and more impatient by the second, my balls hard as rocks where they rest on the plastic chair.
“She needs a man. Now. Or I don’t think she’ll be able to compete successfully.” My touch drifts higher on Margot’s thigh, close enough to brush her pussy with my pinkie finger. Mine, whispers the possessive beast inside of me. This man across from us is her father, but he’s not her Daddy. I am. And I can’t help letting him know it, even if I can never fully play that role. Not without spinning both of our lives out of control. The words rasp out of me unbidden nonetheless. “We’ve tried to ease her frustration manually, but it isn’t working. She needs…full intercourse.” My abdomen knits up tight and I have to work to keep my breathing even, images of naked Margot rifling through my mind. “She needs to be lathered into a sweat. She needs to be roughed up until she’s screaming in pleasure. And I’m the one who’s going to do it to her.”
Mr. Summers is sputtering, unable to look at either of us. “I don’t know about this. Maybe we should practice harder. See how she does—”
“You’ve hired me to get the best performance out of her, Mr. Summers. This is the only way to do it.” My cock thickens more and more in my pants. Preparing. “I’m going to bring her back to my room and give her the only training that’s going to help at this point.”
He’s not ready to relent and I can’t really blame him, can I? His sweet, little daughter is about to get railed by a man who is criminally obsessed with her. Right under his nose. Does he sense that I’m one finger snap away from turning into her kidnapper, instead of her coach? “Isn’t there someone else?” Mr. Summers asks. “Someone closer to her age…”
“No,” I snap, gripping Margot’s cunt through her panties. My hand is out of view, but I get the feeling he knows exactly where it is. “There isn’t someone else.”
Chains rattle in my ears.
There will never be someone else.
Her father opens his mouth and closes it, raking a hand through his thinning hair. “I-I don’t think we should tell her mother about this.”
“That’s your choice.” I remove my hand from between Margot’s thighs so I can adjust my erection, wedging it up against my stomach. Then I stand, offering my hand to Margot. She takes it automatically and never takes her eyes off me as I lead her from the room, my blood pumping with the animalistic need to satisfy her. To claim her.
Finally.
Chapter 5
Margot
My heart is pounding in my ears.
Everett and I haven’t spoken since we left the therapy room, but the energy between us is loud enough without saying a single word. As soon as we cross the expansive grounds and enter the housing area, he reaches down and takes my hand again, leading me to a bank of elevators identical to the one in my building. My womanhood feels heavy. Wet. It’s throbbing incessantly and Everett must know. He must. Because as soon as the elevator doors close behind us and we’re alone, he pushes me up against the wall and massages the spot through my underwear.