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  Remembering to breathe was going to be the only way she could do this. She inhaled purposefully.

  This time he didn’t caress her bottom cheeks or take care with her. This time she felt his anger. It puzzled her because she hadn’t done anything to him, and it wasn’t like Natron to take out his rage on her. It wasn’t like him to be full of rage.

  What had happened that day? She wondered, then forgot as the next blow striped her ass with a red ribbon of pain.

  He covered both of her ass cheeks well with whipping motions, the leather licking her flesh as it grew more tender with each blow.

  Something had made him feel helpless, and she could tell he needed to express his power over her. He needs me to be his, to control me when the rest of his world is out of control, she realized and vowed not to use her safeword unless absolutely necessary.

  Each lash of the leather sent a searing sensation to her sore skin, but after a few minutes she relaxed and drifted away.

  The spanking continued until Natron told her that her ass was red as a cherry.

  Without preamble he climbed on top of her from behind, his erection poking hard against her asshole.

  For a minute she held her breath, praying he wouldn’t take her ass. Her heart raced. There had been no butt plug, no stretching, and she thought she might die of agony if he did it without lube. Her butthole was tiny, and anal sex was sometimes more painful than fun even when they prepped her beforehand.

  To her relief his cock drifted lower and pushed inside her pussy.

  It was slow going at first, since she’d been more concerned than aroused by the beating with the belt. But after he moved in and out a few times, the old, familiar lust surfaced and wet her walls.

  Once he sensed her arousal, he increased his speed, pounding hard into her.

  Tilting his hips, he ground against her g-spot, causing her to squeal with pleasure.

  “Hush, my girl,” he snarled and inserted a thumb into her mouth.

  Her lips curled around his big finger and she suckled and tried not to wiggle too much beneath him. This was one of those times when she needed to let Daddy fuck her the way he wanted. It was her job to do as he said and take whatever he gave her.

  His cock smashed into her g-spot with an unrelenting fury. The room, the bed, everything seemed to fall away as she felt the welcome gush leave her pussy. Her insides contracted again and again as she floated on wave after wave of pink, silken girly cum.

  Natron covered her body with his own, stretching out atop her until she wasn’t sure she could breathe. But he left her just enough room as he bucked into her at a frenzied speed. His skin slapped against hers and she was slightly relieved when he pushed into her one last time, then collapsed beside her.

  They lay silently in each other’s arms as their heart rates returned to normal.

  Natron almost always fell asleep after sex, but in his alcohol-induced state, she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he dozed off. Perhaps their romp had taken the edge off. She tried again to get at what was bothering him.

  “Daddy, what happened today?”

  Half-asleep, he threw an arm across her body, mumbling. “They don’t think I’ll make it back this year.”

  “Who? Who doesn’t think you’ll make it back?” she pressed.

  Her question was met with light snoring noises. She dared to poke him gently in the ribs, but he didn’t stir.

  So that’s what the problem was. She knew Natron thought he’d be back playing football by the playoffs. Someone—maybe Jack, one of the other players, or even one of the coaches disagreed. What did they know? Her daddy knew his own body better than anyone else did. Natron was certainly not normal, by anyone’s assessment.

  She curled herself around his sleeping form and stroked his long dreads. “I believe in you, Daddy,” she whispered, “I believe in you.”

  He mumbled something in his sleep, and she wasn’t sure whether or not he heard her.

  Chapter Eighteen

  After that day, Natron felt like crap. He apologized to Jack for blowing him off and to Carmen for exorcising his demons on her, and he committed himself once again to his comeback.

  Fuck those bastards who don’t believe in me. I’ll show them.

  Every day he worked out with Jack in the morning, then went to the Vipers’ training facility for his workout with the trainers, and later he and Jack worked out again in the evenings.

  By December he resumed light jogging. Almost daily he experienced swelling around the knee, but he fought it with lots of icing and massage therapy. He hoped by January he’d be ready to attend a team practice.

  When the regular season drew to a close, the Dallas Vipers had claimed a spot in a Wildcard game. The game would be held in January in New England, and though Natron would have given anything to be able to play in that game, he comforted himself with the knowledge that if you had to miss a playoff game, the one held in New England in the dead of winter was the one to miss.

  So Natron watched the game at home with Jack and Carmen. It was a nasty battle, played outdoors in negative ten degrees temperature with a wind chill factor of negative forty. Natron shivered just thinking about playing in that kind of weather.

  “I can’t imagine being in the stands, much less playing in that type of weather,” Carmen said, snuggling up to Natron.

  “Yeah, it’s bad enough being that cold, but trying to catch the ball in that…” Natron’s voice trailed off.

  “What do you mean?” Carmen asked.

  “Well, like here in Dallas where it’s warm and humid for most of the football season, balls are easy to catch in that weather,” Natron said.

  “Why is that?” she asked.

  “The ball has a lot of give to it,” Jack explained. “Up there, in that kind of weather,” he pointed at the television screen, “the ball is frozen.”

  “So?”

  “So, it’s like catching a solid block of ice coming at you at sixty miles per hour when you can barely feel your fingertips—now that’s a challenge.” Natron laughed. “Probably not the best game to make a comeback.”

  “Yeah,” Carmen agreed.

  They watched and crossed their fingers the Vipers would advance and give Natron a chance to play.

  Without much of a passing game due to the weather, the Vipers ground out over 300 yards running in a physical defensive game and beat the Commodores 10-3. The Vipers advanced and were slated to play the Los Angeles Cougars the following week, and that game would take place in Dallas.

  That Sunday night after the game, Natron got the call he’d been waiting for. He was to report to practice on Monday.

  * * *

  Natron showed up early for practice, his fingers twitching as he itched to get out on that field and catch the ball.

  After warm-ups, Natron worked with the receivers coach. He ran sprints, then moved on to agility drills. He weaved in and out of the cones, then the tires, to get his footwork back. As he worked, he noticed the other receivers running routes and working with the backup quarterback.

  That night he called their starting quarterback, Clay Davis, and asked if he could stay after practice one day so they could work together. He and Clay used to have incredible chemistry, which was probably why Clay agreed. The two of them recruited Benji Youngblood, a cornerback and the team’s emotional leader, to help them out.

  Fortunately, the chemistry between Clay and Natron only took a few throws to get back. They connected on nine balls out of ten the quarterback threw, and Natron was pleased to see his elevation sent him half a foot over Youngblood when they both went up for the ball.

  Benji noticed Natron’s improved strength when they simulated lining up and Natron pushed the big man aside. “Nice work, Dakers. Packing on some muscle while you’ve been out. Guess I’m really gonna have to try this time,” Benji joked on the next play.

  “Yeah, good luck with that, Gramps,” Natron retorted. Youngblood was one of the more senior members
of the team, but he played with the intensity of a guy in his prime.

  The one thing that became more and more apparent as the session progressed was that Natron’s cuts were slow. He had trouble running the correct route. The flexibility of his knee simply hadn’t developed to the level where he’d been previously. Clay and Benji knew it, but they had the decency not to make an issue of it.

  After one failed route, Benji slapped him on the shoulder. “Take it easy on yourself, bro. Takes time. Hell, you broke your fuckin’ knee. No one expects you to come out here like Superman.”

  “I do,” Natron said with more honesty than he usually displayed. Natron had made a career of parading his bravado out front, and keeping his insecurities hidden. His mamma said he’d been a trash talker ever since he played his first basketball game.

  “You’ll be back before you know it,” Clay said, slapping his rear.

  Clay’s was the first voice of confidence Natron had actually heard from anyone on the Vipers’ organization, but he didn’t know whether Clay was blowing smoke up his ass or if he truly meant it.

  In the end it didn’t matter what Clay thought. On Thursday Natron saw that he had been added back to the team’s fifty-three–man roster, but he was listed as inactive.

  There would be no playoff game for him that weekend.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The day had started out with a new game—how many times can Daddy make you come. Natron had woken Carmen up by fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit until she came. Then he fucked her good and made her come again. Now it was late morning and Natron asked her to help him with a hair-trimming project in the bathroom.

  “You’re sure you want me to do this?” Carmen asked, her features scrunched with worry.

  “Yeah, babygirl, I do. Time for a change. A new look for the new and improved Natron Dakers. Take a picture with your phone. Like a ‘before.’”

  Carmen picked up her phone, aimed, and clicked. “Maybe you should do it like a selfie.”

  “Great idea.” He took a few with his own phone and tweeted one out with a ‘before’ caption.

  “Daddy, you love your dreads. I love your dreads,” Carmen whined as she held the shears up to one of his beautiful locks.

  “Do it, Carmen, or I’m gonna spank you, girl, and you won’t sit down for a week,” he ordered, waggling a finger at her.

  “Fine, Daddy. I’ll do it.” She inched her fingers together and a two-foot–long lock of hair fell to the floor.

  It had taken him years to get his hair like that. He sighed, then urged her to continue. The swishing sound of the scissors was followed by another lock hitting the bathroom floor.

  “Tell me again why you’re doing this.”

  “Hey, I’m showing that I’m not Samson. I don’t need my hair to make me strong and powerful.”

  Carmen’s hand flew over her mouth. “Oh, my God, Daddy, what if it does sap your strength? Cutting off all your hair…” she teased.

  “Girl, I’m goin’ wear you out when we get through.”

  She giggled. “Promise?”

  “Oh, yeah. Now keep cuttin’.”

  It took over an hour to cut all of his hair off. At the end he was left with a crazy, nappy-looking mess. Carmen took the scissors and ran them as close to his head as she could and then they took out the electric clippers.

  “I’m going to do this part, but I may need you to do the back,” he said.

  Carmen nodded, staring at him.

  “What? You’re making me feel self-conscious,” he snapped.

  “No, Daddy. It’s fine. It’s just so different. That’s all.”

  He wasn’t sure if she was just trying to make him feel better or if she meant it.

  Once he’d gotten the hair as short as the clippers would take it, he turned to Carmen. “Okay, lather me up, baby.”

  Her eyes lit up and she sprayed some shaving gel onto his head. She then took a soft-bristled shaving brush and worked it into a foamy white layer all over his head.

  Picking up the new razor, he shaved one long strip from his forehead to the back of his neck.

  “What do you think?” he asked.

  “The stripe makes you look like a reverse skunk.”

  He laughed. “You are askin’ for it, girl.” He swatted her ass playfully.

  She nodded and grabbed a towel for him.

  He finished the rest of the job carefully, then rinsed his head in the sink. It wasn’t perfectly smooth yet, but he’d heard not to overdo it the first time you shave your head bald.

  His reflection in the mirror looked foreign to him. Like he was trying on someone else’s look. Hell, he’d get used to it.

  He turned to Carmen. “Alright. What do you think for real?”

  A slow smile spread across her face. “I am going to miss the dreads, but you’re as handsome as ever, Daddy.” She ran a hand over his round dome. “I like it. Feels sexy.”

  “Oh, yeah?” he asked and playfully snapped his towel at her legs.

  “Eeek! Don’t, Daddy. Don’t!” She took off into the bedroom.

  He chased her down and tossed her on the bed onto her stomach. She pretended to protest, but stopped wiggling when he pulled her pants down around her ankles.

  “Time to pay you back for teasing Daddy.”

  “But I was helpful, Daddy.”

  His palm crashed down onto her rear. “That’s true. I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, bouncing his hand off her ass again.

  The slapping of his hand was followed by the cute little noises Carmen made. They started out as indignant squeaks, then as the spanking continued morphed into breathy moans. He knew the punishment aroused her.

  Which, in turn, aroused him. The sight of her pink cheeks filled him with lust and longing to be inside her, and he impatiently decided to make the spanking quick. When his hand met her bottom the last time, the warmth of her round tush spread up into him, cementing the connection between them.

  He loved this woman. Loved how she played his silly games. Loved how she stood by him and supported him through his injury and everything that had accompanied it. Some women would have been concerned about the drop in his income, the dried-up endorsements, but Carmen never mentioned it. She loved him for who he was, not what he could do for her.

  And that made her the most precious person in the world to him.

  He slid his hand over her tender flesh, softly rubbing and kneading.

  “Umm, thank you, Daddy,” she purred.

  “No need to thank me yet. I’m not near done with you,” he growled and rolled her over onto her side.

  Carmen squealed. “Oh, no? What are you going to do to me now, Daddy?” she asked with a coy smile.

  “I’m gonna fuck you sideways, the way you like it. Fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

  Her eyes lit up with a combination of desire and mock horror.

  She settled back onto her side and rested one arm under her head and planted the other one in front of her on the bed. She curled her bottom leg back on the bed and Natron lifted her top leg and hooked it around his waist.

  Carmen curled her fingers around his cock and moved her fist back and forth over his shaft, which was quickly becoming engorged. He covered her hand with his, encouraging her. “Um, good job, babygirl. You know what Daddy likes.”

  He could see her eyeing his cock and licking her lips. “You want Daddy to fuck your mouth first, baby?”

  She nodded.

  “Use your words,” he said, slapping her ass as a reminder.

  “Yes, Daddy, please may I suck your cock?”

  “Yes, you may.” He repositioned himself on his still-tender knee as well as his good one so that he was closer to her adorable face and forced his erection into her welcoming little mouth. Her tongue swirled around the underside of his shaft, sending waves of pleasure through him each time he pushed in and out of her lips.

  Once he was well-lubricated by her saliva, he thrust deep, as far as he could go. The se
nsation of filling her completely, hitting the back of her throat until she couldn’t take him anymore made him want to burst. But since he didn’t want to come yet, he pulled out and maneuvered back to the end of the bed. Carmen still lay on her side and he took her top leg and hooked it around his waist.

  He rubbed the tip of his cock over her lower lips, stroking her in all her most sensitive areas until he felt her hips begin to jerk. Satisfaction washed over him. He loved nothing better than to make her want him. To make her want him so much that she would beg for him to take her.

  “I can feel you bucking those hips, girl. Is there something you want?” he smirked.

  “Daddy,” she breathed heavily. “I want you, Daddy.”

  “What? No magic word?”

  “Please, Daddy, please fuck me like the naughty little slut I am.”

  He loved it when she talked dirty. He knew she did it to please him, and it worked. Rubbing the head of his cock against her opening, he surrendered and plunged deep into her tight, wet pussy. She let out a groan as he filled her, which fueled his passion and he drove hard into her repeatedly.

  “Ooh, Daddy. With your bald head, it’s so weird. Like getting fucked by a stranger.”

  He smacked her on the butt. “You better not be fucking a stranger.”

  She laughed and stroked his arm. “Nobody but you, Daddy.”

  Her reassurance made his heart soar. He wanted to be her everything. “Damned straight. Daddy wants to make it so good for you, babygirl, that you never need anybody else.”

  She pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. “You do, Daddy. You make me so happy.”

  Rising up, he buried himself deep inside her, grazing her g-spot with the head of his penis. He liked this position because he could reach everything. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged. With his other hand he tweaked and twisted her plump nipples until she cried out with pleasure.

  As he pounded away at her, he remembered that Carmen liked this position because he could play with her clit while he fucked her. He bent to kiss her breast, then let go of her hair and started stroking that sensitive little button at her very core.