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ChapterOne
Emmy
Ilie stretched out on the couch bored out of my mind while Daddy sits in his recliner going over his game notes. He’s been coaching football for as long as I can remember, which is why we’ve moved around a few times. Because of that, a lot of my schooling has been at home when he couldn’t find an all-girl school close to where we lived. This time, however, I think we’re going to be staying for a while.
I thought when he coached in the NFL that was a big deal, but I guess when it comes to football you can make even bigger money as a college coach. Now, we’re in some college town living right off campus in a mansion near the stadium. They’ve signed Daddy to a giant contract that even came with this place. You’d think he was royalty with the way everyone treats him. They are always trying to get his attention, but it’s no use. Daddy cares about two things in life: football and me. That’s it.
When he signed the contract, I thought it would be good because we wouldn’t have to worry about moving for a while, but for some reason, Daddy is as stressed as ever. I’m not sure why because he’s already won their first two games. One was an away game, which I had to stay home for, but the other one last week was at home and I actually got to go. He never took me to the games before, but watching Daddy work and all those men get rough on the field was something else. It lit a fire in the pit of my stomach even though I’d never enjoyed football until then.
They were all so big and strong just like Daddy, only younger. Daddy has always been built, but that’s probably because he played football he coached. He told me stories about his time then, but now I love the way he orders his players around and they all do as they’re told. I also liked the way they looked at me. I heard a few of the players mention me—not by name, they just called meCoach's daughter.
I’m lying on my stomach flipping through the channels on the TV mounted above the fireplace as I swing back and forth in the air. I’m going to die of boredom. I don’t have online school anymore since I got my high school diploma a few months ago. When I asked Daddy about college, he said it wasn’t for me and my place was with him.
He didn’t mention it once we settled, but I brought it up again. Since he coaches here, why can’t I go to school here? I don’t love school, but it would be something to do. Once again he told me no and said he didn’t want to have to worry about what I was up to. Even when Daddy isn’t home, he’s watching.
I was sure that would change when I turned eighteen, but it’s been the opposite, actually. A few days after I turned eighteen and we moved, Daddy set up his usual security system with cameras. Only this time he put one in my bedroom. Not only that, but there was no door to my room or bathroom. He said they were being replaced, but that has yet to happen. He said he needed the cameras in my bedroom for when he had the rare away games that he couldn’t make it back home the same night and he could watch over me.
“Emma.” Daddy calls my name with a hint of warning in his tone.
“What?” I ask and stop swinging my legs.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
“No.” I'm as quiet as a church mouse and the TV is on mute with subtitles. That’s how much I’m trying not to distract him. I could go to my room and watch TV, but I enjoy being near Daddy. It has only ever been the two of us for as long as I can remember.
“Is it proper for little girls to have their legs spread while swinging them in the air?”
I glance to my back side and realize my skirt has risen up. All I own are skirts and dresses because it’s all Daddy buys me. I should probably get some new ones since these have gotten a bit snug.
“Does it distract you?”
Daddy tosses the playbook on the table beside him. “Come here.” He motions with his finger, and without question I’m on my feet going to him. “Lift the dress,” he orders when I’m in front of him.
“Daddy?”
“Lift it,” he orders again, and I do as I’m told, revealing the simple white panties. Again, they are all I have. Everything I have comes from Daddy because he likes to dress me and spoil me with presents. I gasp when he hooks his fingers into them and pulls them down my bare legs. “Step out.” I barely step out of them before Daddy is pulling me down on his lap and his hand glides up the inside of my thigh to cup between my legs.
“I really don’t mean to distract you,” I tell him because I’m not sure if I’m in trouble. Honestly, I’m not sure what’s happening at all right now.
“No one distracts me more than you, baby girl. You do this to me.” He thrusts upward and his cock grinds into my bottom. His mouth moves to my neck, and he kisses me there, and it gives me butterflies in my stomach.
“I don’t mean to.”
“I know. You try to be my good girl, but you’re the one thing that steals my attention.” One of his fingers slides through the folds of my sex. “The guys on the team, however, can’t control themselves. They get in trouble when they see pussy, and when you came to the game, you distracted them too.”
“I’m so sorry, Daddy.” I hope he doesn’t say I can’t go with him to the next game. I want to watch them all play again and see if they watch me.
Daddy nips at my neck, and I jump. It’s hard to pay attention to everything he’s saying when his finger rubs against the small bundle of nerves between my thighs. I’ve touched myself there before, but it never felt this good. Daddy’s fingers are bigger and rougher, and the texture is different. Everything about him is more commanding, and my body knows it.
“Is this wrong, Daddy?”
He pulls his hand back and then pops me on my sex. “Are you questioning me?” His dark blue eyes stare into mine, challenging me.
“No, Daddy.” I shake my head. “I only want to make sure what I’m doing is right,” I rush to tell him. All I ever want is to please him. I’ve had dreams of Daddy touching me this way for weeks, but I thought it was wrong. When I touch myself, I close my eyes and pretend it’s him.
“You want to help Daddy?” I nod vigorously. “Then fix the distraction. Get on your knees, baby girl.”
He doesn't give me a chance to do it myself before he places me in front of him and yanks my top off over my head. My bare breasts are on full display as he reaches to undo his belt.
