Coaching His Babygirl by Rory Reynolds

Chapter Nine

Melinda

Coop pulls upoutside my house and a wave of sadness engulfs me. I hate that this magical night is coming to an end. He gets out of the truck and circles around to help me down. We walk to my front door hand in hand. I turn to him on the porch, I can feel myself pouting, but I can’t stop.

He leans in and kisses my lips sweetly. I try to deepen the kiss, but he holds me at bay. I whine and get a swat on my ass for my efforts.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, babygirl.”

I gasp and moan at the sharp sting. “You’re totally in control, daddy.”

“That’s right, and tonight I’m kissing my kitten sweetly before sending her inside and to bed.”

He pushes his lips back to mine, continuing the sweetness. I sigh into his lips, feeling light and happy. He pulls away but not before dropping a quick kiss to the tip of my nose. It makes me feel giddy that he’s taking such tender care of me even in this small way.

“Good night, Melinda. Get some sleep, and I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Night, Cooper.”

I let myself inside, wishing he was coming inside with me. I hate that the night is over. I rest back against the door with a smile on my face. My mind flits over the night. The tour of the club, our talk at the bar, the private room, and everything that happened.

It feels like a dream.

I can’t believe I agreed to be Coop’s submissive. His babygirl. I’m still wet between my legs and turned on even after the best orgasms of my life. My bottom feels tingly in the best way, and I wonder if there’s a handprint there.

How is this my life?I ask myself with a shake of my head. Me. Frumpy and shy Melinda Young has Cooper Crane for a daddy dom. Heck, having a man like Coop being interested in me in the first place is crazy pants. He’s so… bold and masculine. He’s the quarterback turned football coach. He should be with a leggy cheerleader type, not the band geek. Yet, here we are. He’s chosen me. I’m ecstatic.

I run off to the bathroom to check and see if my bottom is red. I push my jeans and panties down and turn to look in the mirror… I’m almost disappointed when I see the barest of pink on my skin. I let out a sad sigh. I like the thought of Cooper’s marks on me. Knowing that there is hardly anything to show for my spanking makes me feel a little bereft.

Maybe next time.

I get ready for bed, quickly dressing in my pajamas and cleaning my teeth. It’s much later than I normally go to bed, and I will likely be tired in the morning, but it was totally worth it.

My dreams are filled with Cooper and calling him daddy. He spent the night spanking me in the punishment area of the club, then left me to stand in one of the corners just like the woman at the club. I was on display for everyone to see.

I wake up to my alarm feeling wet and horny. I’ve never been so turned on as I have been the last few days. It can’t be normal. Coop has unlocked a wanton inside me. I want everything he has to offer.

I take a quick shower and dress, my thoughts distracted by a conversation we had last night.

“I won’t take your virginity tonight, babygirl.”

“Why not?” I practically begged. “It’s yours.”

“Tonight you’ve had enough firsts. You’ll have that first soon enough.”

Then he kissed me deeply, making my toes curl.

“Promise, daddy?” I ask.

“Yes,” he growled lowly.

Last night I was ready to throw all caution to the wind, but Cooper was in total control. He knew I wasn’t ready even if I didn’t. Not that I don’t want to have sex with him. No, it’s the exact opposite. I want to give him everything and let him give me everything in return.

I fell a little in love with him last night. Most men would’ve rushed headlong and taken what I have to offer. They would’ve slaked their lust without a worry about the potential regrets I might’ve had the next day.

With Cooper, there will be no regrets, but I appreciate his show of control and the proof that not only does he have my best interests at heart, but he’s trustworthy too.

I daydream all throughout my breakfast and drive to Thurston Academy, where I’m the band teacher. I park and go straight to my classroom.

A knock at the door makes me jump, my heart thudding in my chest at being startled. I turn, expecting to see Coop, but Darlene is standing there with a huge smile on her face. How did I not see this coming? Oh yeah, I’m completely on Cloud Cooper instead of firmly planted on the ground.

“Tell me everything,” Darlene squeals, rushing towards me with that huge smile painted on her pretty face.

“Well, I got a tour of the…” I lower my voice even though we’re all alone, “club last night.”

“Annnd?” she prompts.

I’m not sure what all Coop would want her to know. We didn’t talk about if we would be public or not. What if he wants to keep things between us a secret? I don’t want to betray that trust. Plus, I kind of want it to just be for me for a little while. It’s not that I don’t want to dish everything with my best friend, but I also want to savor the moment for a little longer.

“And it was good,” I answer vaguely.

“Are you going back? Was Coop nice? Come on, I’m dying here!” she says rapid fire.

I feel my cheeks heat with a blush at the question about Coop. “He was very good to me. He showed me everything at the club and explained some things. Answered my questions. I’ll definitely be going back.”

There that was an answer without giving away any of the stuff I want to keep just for myself for now.

“With Cooper?” she asks with her brows raised.

“Yes,” I say, giving her a small bone to gnaw on.

Thankfully the bell rings before she can pelt me with more questions. Students start to stream in, officially cutting off all conversation.

“We’ll talk more later,” she teases.

I slap her arm playfully. “Later.”

It’s really nice having a girlfriend. I’ve always been a loner. I was the band geek all throughout high school, much happier with my instruments than being around people. I was too shy in college to step out of my shell. Somehow, Darlene has found a way to coax me out of my shell.

I’m so thankful for that. I don’t know what I would do without her.

The first half of the day flies by. When the lunch bell rings, I opt to eat in my classroom instead of the teacher’s lounge. I know I can’t avoid Darlene for long, but I’m still holding my secrets close to the vest. I make a promise to myself to talk with her soon.

I don’t really want to admit to myself that part of the reason I’m avoiding the teacher’s lounge is that Cooper might be there. I don’t want to risk turning into a shy, blushing virgin again. I’m so unsure how to act around him; it’s just easier to avoid him for now.

After I’m finished eating, I grab my favorite guitar and start to play, soothing my nerves with the familiar strings and chords.

The song turns into my favorite, Landslide by Stevie Nicks. First, the chords flow, then the words start spilling from my lips. I sing quietly at first, my voice gaining confidence as the song goes on. The final notes of the song float through the room, leaving me feeling at peace and calm. I didn’t realize how wound up I was.

A throat clears behind me, and I jump out of my seat, almost dropping the guitar. “Sorry, kitten. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay,” I say breathlessly, unable to believe that he’s here right now when he should be in the teacher’s lounge eating his lunch.

“I didn’t know you sang…”

I turn thirty shades of pink at that. “I don’t sing.”

“Bullshit, babygirl. That was amazing.”

My cheeks feel so hot I’m surprised I’m not on fire. I’m so embarrassed to have been heard giving in to the music in my heart.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, closing the distance between us. I set the guitar aside just in time for him to pull me into his arms and kiss me senseless.

I fall into the kiss like he’s the only oxygen for a drowning woman… and I’m the one who’s drowning. I kiss him back, not even giving a thought to the fact that we are at school and a student or other teacher could walk in at any moment.

He pulls away with teasing flicks of his tongue against mine.

“I’ve waited all damn day for that,” he growls.

“Me too,” I breathe, feeling woozy from his touch.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asks, showing once again that his number one concern is me. It’s a heady thing.

“Yes, I did. Though it would’ve been better with you, I think.”

He tugs me back against his chest, holding me so close I can feel every rock-hard inch of his muscular body, including the huge erection pressing against my stomach. “Wouldn’t have gotten much sleep, kitten.”

I giggle at that. “Not sure I would’ve minded.”