Batter Up

5th inning

     It's only half a moment later that Spencers hand is wrapped around my arm and she's pulling me away from the dugout.

     Before I can process what's happening, I'm up against a wall on the inside of what I can only guess is the hallway.

     Spencers breathing is already heavy as her eyes beg me for permission.

     "Not here. What if someone walks by?"

    Shit. I'm just as much of a mess myself. Having her in front of me in those tight pants that accentuate her ass. I can't tell her no. I don't want to.

    "That's part of the fun, princess," she growls knowing what that will spark in me.

    Our lips are crashing together, each one eager to taste the other.

    I whimper when she pulls away, "you've been teasing me in that outfit all damn day."

    "I'm sorry, daddy," I manage to breath out.

    "You will be." She's attacking my neck which I eagerly give her more access to. One hand comes up to the side of my neck pressing me into her further.

    Her touch melts me, making my need for her intensify. The thrumming between my legs is begging to be taken care of. I can no longer wait for her, so I take her hand from my neck, moving down until it reaches my waist band.

    But she doesn't let me go any further.

    I grunt, growing frustrated at the lack of contact, at her teasing. Maybe if I just..

    "Now, now, princess. We may be needy, but we don't touch unless daddy says so," she bites. Literally.

     A moan escapes from me. She knows what that name does to me. Hell, she knows it all. All of my names and tells and spots and kinks. And she sure as hell knows how to use them.

     "Please, daddy," I beg. I have to beg. I know it's what she wants to hear. Her animalistic growl response only confirms it as she attacks me once again.

    But she's not wasting time.

    She drops to her knees, that spark of lust evident in her eye as she asks for permission once again.

    I am all too eager to give it to her, nodding my head as my eyes close in anticipation.

   Flying open at the loud smack to my ass. Her look is dangerous, demanding. I know I messed up.

    "Please fuck me, daddy. I need you."

    That smirk that can just about send me to the edge itself takes over her features as she pulls at the pants around my waist.

    There's a rush of cold as they're pulled to the ground.

    "Damn, baby. You really are needy, aren't you?"

    "Yes, daddy. Just for you," I pant out, leaning against the wall for support as I'm about to finish the job she keeps dancing around.

     I feel as she spreads me out, kissing along the insides of my thigh, bringing purple bruises to the surface. Then her fingertips slowly trace each one, finding their way across my thigh, stopping right before..

     "Just fuck me already!" My own hand flies down ready for the chance.

     A steal grip stops me.

     Her hot breath fans across my face, "I'll give you a pass for that, for now, but I'm going to need you to speak when spoken to and listen to daddy, okay? Or I'll leave you edged, desperate and wanting. Understood?"