Hiya! Thoughts on the KP trade? Honestly, I thought Mercury didn't have to pay that big a price. Akoa Makani is a good young player sure but I don't think Mercury were ever gonna build around her anyway. And then the 2027 first-rounder, i'm honestly not too mad at giving that up. Given how strong Mercury's record was last year, they're likely not gonna get a top 4 pick anyway, more like the 7th pick, and while there's great talent at the top end of next year's class, I don't necessarily think whoever goes 7th will be franchise-changing. And then 2028 2nd rounder... we all know most teams don't value 2nd round picks too highly anyway so that's fine. So overall, I think it's an ok trade? I'm not sure about their chances of convincing KP to stay in the offseason so obviously it's always a gamble for a rental, but it's so on brand for a Mat Ishbia team 😂 It's always 'win now' or nothing for that man haha.
Still a little surprised GSV didn't end up being the one, but i guess it was always gonna be a bit tougher for GSV given their cap space, so they would have had to part with at least two players and I understand not wanting to do that.
I don’t think it was a good idea for either team tbh. Phoenix isn’t making the playoffs, and KP still might leave after this season. I thought GSV was the obvious choice too, and I think they could’ve worked it out if they wanted to. Maybe sparks wanted too much? Idk
I've been seeing a whole lot of "but Arike's been playing well" and this mentality is exactly the problem with this Dallas Wings team. Her good games has not led to a win meanwhile Paige or Azzi could be having a good or bad shooting night for the first 3 quarters and they always find ways to win games with their offense and defense.
Warriors fans booed the front office for trading Monta Ellis the star and scorer of the team instead of Steph Curry but we all know what happened to the Warriors when he was gone and how they won a championship after hiring a new coach a few years later.
Having Arike means sticking with the old system and this team has no idea if they should be on win now mode or rebuild mode.
Paige is obvious but I feel like Azzi’s contributions are a lot quieter. We’d be getting blown out without her defense (Paige’s defense has gotten significantly better this season too). Paige and Azzi are the main reasons we’re in most games
The Chase Center buzzed with pregame energy as fans filed into their seats for the Warriors matchup. Paige settled into her seat in section 114, close enough to see the court clearly but far enough from Azzi's section 107 seat that no one would connect them. They'd been careful – too careful, maybe – about keeping their relationship hidden. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night out, separately together, watching the game they both loved.
Paige pulled out her phone, pretending to scroll while her eyes tracked Azzi across the arena. Even from this distance, she could pick her out instantly – the way she moved, the curve of her neck, the confident set of her shoulders. Mine, Paige thought possessively, even as Azzi took her seat alone.
The Warriors came out for warmups, and Paige watched the players run drills, shoot practice shots. She was trying to focus on the game, on Steph's effortless threes, on Dray looking calm for once. But her attention kept drifting back to Azzi.
That's when she saw him approach.
Bradley, still in his warm-up gear, jogged over to the sideline near Azzi's section. He was grinning, clearly drawn to her beauty. Paige watched, her jaw tightening, as the rookie leaned against the barrier, saying something that made Azzi laugh.
At first, Paige told herself it was nothing. Players talked to fans all the time during warmups. But then Azzi leaned forward, resting her arms on the railing, angling her body toward Bradley in a way that was unmistakably flirtatious. She tucked her hair behind her ear, a gesture Paige knew so well, the one Azzi used when she was being deliberately seductive.
Paige's hands clenched around her phone.
Azzi was smiling up at Bradley, her lips moving in conversation Paige couldn't hear but could imagine. The rookie was eating it up, his body language open and interested. He gestured toward the court, probably talking about the game, and Azzi nodded enthusiastically, touching his arm briefly when she laughed at something he said.
The touch sent a spike of jealous rage through Paige's chest.
Azzi knew exactly what she was doing. She had to know Paige could see her from here. In fact, Paige's eyes narrowed as Azzi shifted slightly, positioning herself just so she was in Paige's direct line of sight. She glanced up, just for a second, and their eyes met across the arena.
Azzi's lips curved into the smallest smirk before she turned her full attention back to Bradley.
Oh, you're playing games, Paige thought darkly. You're going to regret this.
Paige pulled up her messages and typed quickly:
Daddy 🥵🫦👅💗: Stop. Now.
She watched Azzi's phone light up on the seat beside her. She glanced down at it, and Paige saw the exact moment she read the message. Azzi looked up again, found her in the crowd, and held her gaze while she deliberately set the phone back down without responding.
Then Azzi turned back to Bradley and laughed at something he said, touching his arm again, this time letting her hand linger.
Paige's vision went red at the edges.
The pregame warmups continued, but Paige barely registered the basketball anymore. All she could see was Azzi, her Azzi, flirting openly with this rookie who had no idea he was being used as a pawn in a very dangerous game. Bradley eventually jogged back to join his teammates, but not before Azzi gave him a little wave that made Paige want to storm across the arena and drag her out by her throat.
The game started, and Paige tried to focus. The Warriors were playing well, Steph was on fire, but every time there was a break in play, Paige's eyes found Azzi. And every time, it seemed like Azzi was looking toward the Warriors bench, toward where Bradley sat when he wasn't on the court.
At halftime, Paige saw Bradley approach Azzi's section again. This time he brought her a bottle of water, handed it over the barrier with a grin that was far too friendly. Azzi accepted it with a smile that was far too warm.
Paige sent another text.
Daddy 🥵🫦👅💗You're in so much trouble.
This time Azzi didn't even look at her phone. She was too busy talking to Bradley, laughing at his jokes, playing with the water bottle he'd given her in a way that was almost obscene.
The second half was torture. Paige barely watched the game. Her mind was already racing ahead to what would happen after, to how she was going to make Azzi pay for this deliberate provocation. Because that's what this was. Azzi pushing her buttons, testing her limits, seeing how far she could go before she snapped.
And Azzi was about to find out.
The Warriors won, and the crowd began to file out. Paige stayed in her seat, watching as Bradley made his way over to Azzi's section one more time. The post-game interaction was brief but damning – Bradley leaned in close to say something, Azzi laughed and touched his chest, and then she pulled out her phone. Paige’s stomach dropped as she realized they were exchanging numbers.
That's it.
Paige stood abruptly and made her way through the crowd, keeping Azzi in her sights. She didn't approach, not here, not in public, but she made sure Azzi saw her leave. The message was clear: Get to the car. Now.
🖤😈💋⛓️🖤😈💋⛓️🖤😈💋⛓️🖤
The drive home was silent and tense. Paige's hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. Azzi sat in the passenger seat, and Paige could feel her nervous energy, the way she kept stealing glances, testing the waters, wondering if she went too far.
"Paige, I – "
"Don't." Paige's voice was low and dangerous. "Don't say a fucking word until we get back to the AirBnB."
Azzi fell silent, but Paige could see the way she pressed her thighs together, the way her breathing had quickened. She was already getting wet, already anticipating what was coming. The little brat wanted this.
Well, Paige was going to give it to her.
They pulled into the driveway, and Paige was out of the car before the engine fully stopped. She didn't wait for Azzi, just strode to the front door and unlocked it, leaving it open behind her. Azzi followed, closing the door softly, and Paige heard her footsteps pause in the entryway.
"Bedroom," Paige commanded without turning around. "Strip. I want you naked and bent over the bed by the time I get there. You have two minutes."
Paige went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, forcing herself to take slow sips while she counted down the seconds. She needed to be in control for this, needed to channel all this jealous rage into something focused and deliberate. Azzi wanted to be punished, wanted to be reminded who she belonged to, and Paige was going to make sure she never forgot.
When Paige entered the bedroom, Azzi was in position – naked, bent over the edge of the bed, her ass raised and exposed. She was already trembling slightly, her thighs pressed together.
"Spread your legs," Paige ordered, setting down her water glass.
Azzi obeyed immediately, widening her stance, and Paige could see the evidence of her arousal glistening between her thighs. She was already soaking wet, her pussy swollen and ready. The sight made Paige's anger spike again – Azzi had been getting turned on by this all night, by flirting with Bradley, by defying Paige's texts, by knowing what punishment awaited her.
"Do you know why I have you like this?" Paige asked, her voice deadly calm as she approached.
"Yes, Daddy," Azzi whispered.
Heat flooded Paige’s body at the title. "Tell me."
"Because I – I flirted with Bradley. Because I disobeyed you."
"You didn't just flirt with him." Paige ran her hand over Azzi's ass, feeling her shiver. "You made a show of it. You wanted me to see. You read my text telling you to stop, looked right at me, and kept going. You let him touch you. You touched him. You gave him your number."
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I – "
The first slap came without warning, Paige's palm connecting with ass right ass cheek with a sharp crack that echoed through the room. Azzi gasped, her body jerking forward.
"I didn't ask for an apology," Paige said coldly. "You're going to count each one. After every strike, you're going to say 'Thank you, Daddy.' If you lose count or forget to thank me, we start over. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"How many do you think you deserve?"
Azzi's voice was small and shaky. "As many as you think I need, Daddy."
"Good answer." Paige raised her hand again. "But I'm thinking fifty. That should be enough to remind you who you belong to."
Azzi whimpered but nodded.
The second slap landed on her left cheek, harder than the first.
"One," Azzi gasped. "Thank you, Daddy."
Paige didn't pause, didn't give her time to recover. The third strike came quickly, then the fourth, establishing a rhythm that had Azzi counting breathlessly, her voice getting higher and more desperate with each impact.
"Five, thank you, Daddy."
Crack.
"Six, thank you, Daddy."
Paige varied the intensity and location, sometimes hitting the same spot twice in a row to make it sting more, sometimes spreading the strikes across both cheeks and the tops of Azzi's thighs. Her ass was turning a beautiful shade of pink, then deepening to a warm red, and Paige could see her struggling to keep her position, her legs shaking.
"Fifteen, thank you, Daddy."
Azzi's voice cracked on the last word, and Paige noticed the way her hips were moving, grinding subtly against the edge of the bed. She was getting off on this, the pain mixing with pleasure in that way that always made Azzi's mind go fuzzy and submissive.
"Are you enjoying this?" Paige asked, pausing after the twentieth strike.
"I – I'm sorry, Daddy, I – I can't help it – "
"I didn't ask if you were sorry. I asked if you were enjoying it." Paige slid her hand between Azzi's legs, finding her absolutely drenched, her pussy clenching around nothing. "You're fucking soaked. You like being punished, don't you? You like being reminded that you're mine."
"Yes, Daddy," Azzi whined as Paige's fingers brushed her clit. "Yes, I love it, I love being yours – "
Paige withdrew her hand and delivered three sharp slaps in quick succession.
Azzi was panting now, her whole body flushed. Paige could see the way her pussy was clenching, the way her thighs were trembling. She was close, getting closer with each strike, the pain pushing her toward an edge she couldn't control.
"Thirty, thank you, Daddy."
The next slap pushed her over. Azzi cried out, her body going rigid as an orgasm crashed through her, her pussy spasming and dripping onto the floor. But Paige didn't stop. She kept spanking, kept the rhythm going, forcing Azzi to count through her climax.
"You can and you will," Paige said firmly. "You wanted to act like a brat, but you're gonna take your punishment like a good girl."
Azzi sobbed but kept counting, her voice breaking as Paige continued to spank her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, her oversensitive body jerking with each impact.
"Forty, thank you, Daddy!"
Another orgasm was building, Paige could tell by the way Azzi's breathing changed, the way her counting became more desperate. Paige aimed the next few strikes at the sensitive spots where her ass met her thighs, and Azzi screamed, coming again, her legs giving out as she collapsed against the bed.
"Did I say you could stop counting?" Paige grabbed Azzi's hair, pulling her head back. "Get back in position."
"Forty-one," Azzi gasped, struggling to push herself back up. "Thank you, Daddy."
Paige finished the last nine strikes with deliberate precision, each one landing on already-tender flesh, each one making Azzi cry out and thank her through tears and gasps. By the time they reached fifty, Azzi was a trembling, sobbing mess, her ass bright red and her thighs slick with her own arousal.
"Good girl," Paige murmured, running her hands over Azzi's abused flesh, making her hiss. "You took that so well. But we're not done yet."
Azzi whimpered as Paige guided her onto the bed, positioning her on her back. Paige reached into the nightstand and pulled out the soft rope they kept there, along with their most powerful vibrator.
"Hands above your head."
Azzi obeyed, tears still streaming into her hairline, and Paige tied her wrists to the headboard, making sure the knots were secure but not too tight. Then she spread Azzi's legs wide, tying each ankle to the corners of the bed frame, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.
"Paige, please – "
"It's Daddy," Paige corrected, picking up the vibrator. "And you're going to take everything I give you. You wanted my attention so badly tonight, flirting with that rookie, making me watch. Now you have all my attention. Every. Single. Bit of it."
Paige turned on the vibrator to its highest setting and pressed it directly against Azzi's clit.
The effect was immediate and devastating. Azzi's back arched off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat as the intense vibrations hit her oversensitive flesh. She was still wound tight from the spanking, from the two orgasms she'd already had, and the stimulation was overwhelming.
"Daddy – Daddy, it's too much!"
"Is it?" Paige held the vibrator firmly in place, watching Azzi's face contort with pleasure-pain. "You can take it. You're going to take it."
Paige used more rope to secure the vibrator in place, tying it so it stayed pressed directly against Azzi's clit even when she let go. Azzi was writhing now, pulling against her restraints, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Please – please, Daddy, I'm going to – "
"Come," Paige commanded. "Come as many times as your body needs to. I'm not turning it off."
Azzi came with a wail, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clenching and releasing as the orgasm tore through her. But the vibrator didn't stop, didn't give her any relief, just kept buzzing relentlessly against her clit. Within seconds, another orgasm was building, and Azzi was begging, pleading, her words becoming incoherent.
"Daddy – can't – please – s’too much – "
"You can," Paige said, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch. "This is what happens when you flirt with other people. When you disobey me. When you forget who you belong to."
The next orgasm hit before the first had fully subsided, and Azzi screamed, tears streaming down her face. Her pussy was gushing now, squirting onto the sheets as the overstimulation pushed her body past its limits. But still the vibrator buzzed, still Paige watched with dark satisfaction.
"I'm sorry – I'm so sorry, Daddy – please, please turn it off – "
"Are you?" Paige leaned forward, wiping the tears from Azzi's cheeks. "Are you sorry for flirting with Bradley? For letting him touch you? For giving him your number?"
"Yes – yes, I'm sorry – I'll delete it – I'll never talk to him again – please, Daddy – "
A fifth orgasm crashed through her, and she sobbed, her body shaking uncontrollably. The pleasure had crossed over into something almost painful, every nerve ending on fire, her clit throbbing under the relentless vibrations.
"Please – I need a break – just a minute – please, Daddy, I'm begging you – "
Paige considered her for a long moment, watching her fall apart, watching her cry and beg and squirt all over the sheets. Then, finally, she reached down and untied the vibrator, pulling it away.
Azzi gasped in relief, her body going limp against the mattress, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her pussy was swollen and soaked, still twitching with aftershocks, her thighs trembling.
"Thank you," Azzi sobbed. "Thank you, Daddy – "
"Oh, baby," Paige said, her voice dripping with false pity as she untied Azzi's ankles. "Did you think we were done?"
Azzi's eyes widened as Paige stood at the foot of the bed. Slowly, deliberately, Paige reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She did the same with her sports bra. Azzi's gaze followed the movement, her breath catching as Paige's breasts came into view. She could see the hunger in Azzi's eyes, the desperate need, and it made her smile.
Paige's fingers moved to the waistband of her pants, and she unzipped them with agonizing slowness, letting Azzi watch as she peeled them down her legs. She was soaked – her arousal evident in the dark patch on her gray boxers, in the way her thighs glistened. She'd been getting wetter and wetter watching her girlfriend fall apart, watching her cry and beg and come over and over again.
Paige hooked her thumbs into her boxers and slid them down, revealing her glistening pussy to Azzi's hungry gaze. She was flushed and swollen, her clit prominent and aching with need. The sight of Azzi's desperation, the knowledge of what she was about to do, made Paige's arousal spike even higher.
"Look at you," Paige murmured, climbing onto the bed. "Look at how bad you wanna make me feel good. That's what you're going to do, isn't it? You're going to use that mouth to make me come, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider giving you mercy."
Azzi's eyes were glued to Paige's pussy as Paige moved up to straddle her face. Paige lowered herself onto Azzi's mouth, and she immediately began to lick, her tongue working desperately to please. She was sloppy at first, still shaking from the overstimulation, but she quickly found her rhythm, licking and sucking at Paige's clit with the kind of desperate enthusiasm that came from wanting nothing but her girl in her mouth.
"That's it," Paige groaned, grinding down against Azzi's face. "Show me how sorry you are. Show me you remember who you belong to."
Azzi moaned against her, the vibration sending pleasure shooting through Paige's body. She rode Azzi's face harder, chasing her own orgasm, using Azzi's mouth for her pleasure. Her tongue was everywhere. Licking, sucking, fucking into Paige’s pussy with single-minded determination.
Paige came with a low moan, her thighs clamping around Azzi's head as pleasure rolled through her. She stayed there for a moment, letting Azzi lick her through the aftershocks, enjoying the way Azzi’s tongue gentled, became softer and more worshipful.
"Good girl," Paige murmured, finally lifting off. She looked down at Azzi's face, flushed and wet with Paige's arousal, her eyes glazed and dark. "You did so well."
Azzi smiled weakly, relief flooding her features. "Thank you, Daddy. Can I – can I have a break now?"
Paige pretended to consider it, reaching down to stroke Azzi's cheek. Then her hand moved lower, trailing down Azzi's body, and her eyes widened in panic as Paige picked up the vibrator again.
"No – no, Daddy, you said – "
"I said maybe," Paige corrected, turning the vibrator back on. "And I've decided you need more. You need to really understand what it means to be mine."
"Please – " Azzi was already crying again, pulling at her wrist restraints. "Please, I can't take anymore – "
"Oh, poor baby." Paige pressed the vibrator back against Azzi's clit, and she screamed, her body jerking violently. "Don't worry, Azzi, I'll make you take it."
This time was worse, so much worse. Azzi's body was already wrung out, oversensitive to the point of agony, and the vibrations felt like they were burning through her. She came almost immediately, squirting hard, her pussy clenching around nothing as another orgasm was forced from her exhausted body.
"Daddy – Daddy, please – I'm yours – I'm only yours – I'll never look at anyone else – please – " she sobbed.
"That's right," Paige said, her voice hard and possessive. "You're mine. Your body is mine. Your orgasms are mine. Every part of you belongs to me."
Azzi was incoherent now, just sobbing and begging, her words dissolving into wordless cries as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from her body. She squirted again, the sheets beneath her completely soaked, her pussy swollen and still clenching desperately.
"I'm sorry – I'm so sorry – I love you – please – I can't – "
"You can," Paige insisted, but her voice had softened slightly. She could see Azzi was reaching her absolute limit, her body shaking uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears. "One more, baby. Give me one more, and then we're done."
"I can't – please – I can't – "
"Yes, you can. For me. Come for me one more time."
Azzi sobbed, her body fighting against the command, but Paige pressed the vibrator harder against her clit. Azzi shattered, screaming as the most intense orgasm yet tore through her. She squirted so hard it splashed onto Paige's arm, her entire body convulsing, and then she went completely limp, her eyes rolling back as she teetered on the edge of consciousness.
Paige immediately turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside, quickly untying Azzi's wrists. She gathered Azzi into her arms, holding her close, stroking her hair as Azzi sobbed against her chest.
"Shh, baby, I've got you. You're okay. You did so well. You're such a good girl."
"I'm sorry," Azzi gasped between sobs. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I won't ever – I'll never – "
"I know, baby. I know." Paige kissed her forehead, her cheeks, wiping away her tears. "You're mine. Only mine. Say it."
"That's right." Paige held her tighter, feeling her own possessive satisfaction settle into something warmer, something protective. "Mine."
They stayed like that for a long time, Paige holding Azzi while she came down, whispering reassurances and praise, reminding her how loved she was, how good she'd been. Eventually, Azzi's breathing evened out, her tears stopped, and she nuzzled into Paige's neck with a contented sigh.
"I really am sorry," Azzi murmured. "About Bradley. I just wanted your attention – to make you jealous."
"I know." Paige stroked her hair. "And it worked. But next time you want my attention, just ask. Don't make me watch another man touch what's mine."
"Never again," Azzi promised. "I'm deleting his number right now."
"Good girl." Paige kissed her softly. "Now let's get you cleaned up and into bed. You're going to be sore tomorrow."
"Worth it," Azzi said with a small smile, and Paige couldn't help but smile back.
Because Azzi was hers. Completely, utterly, undeniably hers. And after tonight, neither of them would ever forget it.
New trade thought: 3-team trade... Arike to LA -> KP to GSV -> Kayla Thornton (and one other player to make it work cap-wise) to Dallas. Who says no? 😭
Ooooops I missed this lol. I would love this! Anything that gets Arike off the team lol. And Arike has made improvements this season, I’m not denying that. But her play style just doesn’t mesh well with Paige and Azzi. Even with all the progress she’s made. There’s another player I’d be willing to give up as well, but I know people won’t agree w that opinion lol
Reminder that last week Sophie Cunningham was a ring girl for a man found liable of rape (Connor McGregor) AND the Fever organisation were accused by a former player of covering up sexual harassment by one of their coaching staff (last season!!!!!) yet the ‘protect women and girls crowd’ (and the league) are silent on both issues ✌️✌️
