“If it’s really bad, we’ll just go somewhere else.” Everette shrugged. “I’m sure there are some other places within walking distance.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to visit this place on a regular basis.” I looked down at my soda and pulled the straw into my mouth so I could take a sip.
“Do you want to do some more work in your dorm room after we finish?” Everette raised his eyebrows inquisitively. “I need to do a little shopping if I’m going to be here a few days—I definitely need a change of clothes.”
“Why don’t you do that and get the hotel room?” My lips curled into a grin. “I can join you in a little while…”
I could use some time to plan anyway—if I’m going to be a bad girl tonight for my Daddy.
“That sounds good. I’ll take an Uber.” He nodded.
Our food arrived, and despite the atmosphere, it was actually quite good. There was nothing healthy on either side of the table and Everette’s salad was a disgrace to lettuce, but I tried a few bites and found that it worked—somehow. After we finished our meal, Everette paid the check, and we shared one last kiss before heading in opposite directions. We exchanged cell phone numbers, and Everette said he would text me once he was settled into the hotel. I returned to my dorm and for some reason, Dave gave me a random high five on the way to my room—college life was certainly going to be interesting, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. I did a little work in my dorm room, called my parents to make sure they knew I had arrived, checked in with Amelia, and then got changed so I would be ready to go when I got Everette’s text message.
I might have made it through one night with him without losing my virginity, but I don’t think I’m going to make it through two…
Two hours later
My heart was beating hard in my chest when I parked my car outside of the Arizona Regal Hotel. Everette left a key for me at the front desk, so I headed up to his hotel room after I retrieved it. My panties were already wet—just from thinking about what was going to happen when I got there. The spanking he gave me wasn’t exactly pleasant when it was happening—there were some real emotions attached to the apology that left my lips, but it turned me on so much that I was eager for my second trip across his knee. His strong, dominant, take-charge attitude was enough to make my whole body tingle, and that’s exactly what I wanted my Daddy to do when I got to his room.
“You made it.” Everette greeted me at the door with a smile on his face. “I was afraid you got lost…”
“No, I just had a stop to make on the way.” I stepped into the room and looked around. “Is this a suite?!”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I figured I would splurge a little bit since it’s technically my vacation.”
Perfect—this will help with the plan.
Everette pulled me close and crushed my lips beneath his like we had been apart for weeks instead of a couple of hours. I melted into his embrace and temporarily forgot about everything else except for the way my head was spinning while I was in his arms. By the time his lips broke the seal that had formed, I was struggling to remember what my plan was, to begin with. I kissed him again—just to try and get my composure. The pieces fell back together as his hands moved along my body—slid under my shirt—and teased my skin. If he kept going, the plan was never going to come to fruition, so I had to force myself to pull away from our second kiss before the fuse could burn out of control.
“Did you go shopping?” I looked up at him and smiled.
“Yeah, I got some stuff.” He nodded.
“Go get it—I want to see what you got.” I looked past him—but I was looking for the mini-bar instead of what he purchased.
“Okay…” He gave me a confused look but walked into the bedroom area of the suite.
Now I have to move quick…
I made a quick dash to the mini-bar. I knew I didn’t have long. I grabbed the first thing I found, which was a single-serving of vodka, into a glass. My hand went into my purse where I had a single cigarette hanging out of the pack I bought on the way and pushed the filter between my lips. It was a Camel Crush, just like the ones I took from Amelia when had one last weekend of debauchery, but I didn’t even have time to crush the filter to make it taste better. I heard Everette’s footsteps, and I barely got the cigarette lit before he turned the corner with a bag in one hand and several articles of clothing in the other.
“It’s not much but…” He looked up, and his voice trailed off. “What are you doing?”
“Me?” I took a drag off the cigarette and a sip of the vodka. “Nothing…”
That wasn’t particularly pleasant—hopefully it’ll work.
“Oh, I get it…” He tossed his clothes on the chair near the bedroom door. “This is your attempt at being a bad girl.”
“Did it work?” I dropped the cigarette into the vodka and grinned as he approached me.
“You’re about to find out.” Everette grabbed the front of my jeans and pulled me closer.
“I’m sorry, Daddy…” I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to suppress the grin.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” He unfastened my jeans and pushed his hand inside them.
Everette rubbed my clit through my panties while he pulled my jeans down my hips. In retrospect, my plan probably didn’t require as much setup as I thought it did. I didn’t get the exact reaction I was looking for. There was a certain fire in his eyes when he saw the text message and realized I had been spying on him. He knew my second attempt was just a game since it was out of character for me. I would have to try harder if I wanted to see that side of my Daddy again. The plan might not have been as illustrious as I hoped, but it accomplished the end result anyway. I was going across his knee for the second time regardless.
“Come with me.” Everette led me to the bedroom, and I stepped out of my jeans as I walked.
“Yes Daddy…” I followed along behind him with a smile on my face.
“These are definitely coming down.” Everette slid two fingers into my panties and yanked them to my knees—they were so wet they were almost sopping. “Being a bad girl certainly got you excited…”
“Yeah…” I twisted on my toes and grinned, which caused my panties to slide to my ankles.
“I’m sure you haven’t forgotten the position so soon.” He patted his knee.
I definitely haven’t forgotten—I’ve been thinking about it since the last time I was there.
“No, Daddy.” I leaned forward. “I remember where bad girls go…”
I had a fair bit of fear the first time I was over his knee, but the sense of danger didn’t seem to be there like it was before. He seemed a lot more playful. He rubbed my ass, caressed along the bottom part where it connected to my thighs and let his fingertips graze my inner thighs. I shuddered and adjust on his knee—but he didn’t stop teasing me. He moved his finger close to my pussy, made a wide circle around it, and then gently rubbed my clit. I could help but moan—I was so turned on that even a light touch was enough to send a current of pleasure through my body. He brought me dangerously close an orgasm and then pulled his finger away.
“Okay, time for your spanking.” His hand lifted and delivered smacks that were loud enough to be heard, but they didn’t really sting.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I thought you were going to spank me…” I moved my hips in a circular motion.
“I’m giving you exactly what you deserve.” He moved his finger to my clit and started to rub it.
“Oh god…” I moaned and arched my back—he brought me close to an orgasm again before he pulled away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“More teasing?” I let out a light sigh—it didn’t feel like much of a spanking compared to the last one.
“It doesn’t always have to hurt.” He moved his finger back to my clit. “Sometimes it can be pleasurable…”
Everette kept repeating the same pattern
—a few smacks on each side of my ass followed by teasing that brought me so close to an orgasm I thought I was going to erupt before he pulled away. The spanking didn’t really hurt. He was barely landing them hard enough to make a noise. I doubted I would have gotten that kind of spanking if my Daddy had really walked in on me with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of vodka in the other. The plan fell apart somewhere between execution and believability. I would have to try harder the next time I landed in that position. Still, his finger felt good, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm that was building. I was too turned on ask for more, and as the minutes passed, I began to see the difference—it was okay for the spanking to be pleasurable—that was almost as good as being punished.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“That feels so good…” I exhaled sharply when his finger moved back to my clit. “I’m ready to come!”
“What’s the rush? I thought you wanted to be spanked…” He pulled his finger away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I still need to come.” I felt my muscles getting tight as his finger returned and rubbed against my clit. “Please, Daddy.”
“You’ll come when I decide that you should.” His finger stayed a little longer, but he still didn’t leave it there long enough to send me over the edge.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The spanking was actually starting to hurt—the smacks weren’t hard, but they were continuous, and it built up over time. I was torn between the pleasure and the pain, but neither one of them could sink in before I felt the other. I began to realize it was intentional. He wasn’t spanking me hard because he wanted to tease me and draw it out. The need to come was getting so intense that it felt almost feverish. My head was spinning in multiple directions at the same time as I tried to process the different emotional reactions to what he was doing. The pain made me want to squirm. The pleasure made me want to scream. It was tearing me apart.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Please…” A whimper rushed from my throat. “I was a good girl—you’re torturing me.”
I would rather have a hard spanking followed by a trip to paradise…
“I thought you wanted to be a bad girl tonight.” His words were firm, similar to how they were when I was actually being punished the previous night.
“I just want to come!” I tried to chase his finger when it pulled away from my clit.
“What are you going to give me?” He teased the inside of my thighs. “What’s the orgasm worth?”
“Anything…” I shuddered, and my body quivered.
“Will you use these lips, like you did last night?” He leaned forward and brushed his thumb against my bottom lip.
“Yes!” I nodded quickly.
“Then it’s time for you to prove it.” Everette lifted me off his knee until my feet touched the floor.
“I have to wait?” My lip trembled.
“Not exactly…” He stood and started to undress.
Everette’s cock was thick and gorged with his lust when his pants hit the floor. He sat down on the bed and pulled me onto the mattress with him. His hand moved to the back of my head, and he wrapped his fingers around my hair as he guided me towards his cock. I opened my mouth and started to take him between my lips immediately. I got him covered with my saliva, and then I felt his hand on the back of my thigh. He lifted me up and put me in position for what was commonly referred to as sixty-nine—a way for both of us to feel pleasure at the same time. I tried to concentrate on his cock, but when I felt his breath on my pussy, my head started to spin. He extended his tongue, licked around the outside of my pussy, and then started to circle my clit. It felt so good that I was almost certain my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Oh god…” I exhaled sharply.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing.” He gave me a firm smack on my ass. “I want to feel those lips on my cock while I devour this pretty pussy.”
I opened my mouth and started to slide my lips down his shaft. It wasn’t easy, because his tongue on my clit was more intense than anything I had ever felt before. I didn’t think I would be able to stand it for long, but Everette kept me on edge with a few hard smacks on my ass to keep me from going over the edge. They heightened the excitement but pulled me away from the orgasm before it could consume me. I took every inch of his length into my throat and concentrated on his pleasure. I was going to get to come—eventually—and if I could get him close, he might be distracted enough to take me to paradise.
It took nearly ten minutes for me to get him close and finally feel the throbbing against my tongue. His breathing was heavy. His grip on my thighs got tighter. He was close—I had been close for so long that I was scared I would die before I got to come. His cock pulsated, and then I felt his tongue move faster—he was finally going to let me come. My hips started to buck as the pressure inside me made my muscles get tight, but I kept swallowing his engorged cock. A saltiness mixed with my saliva—he was definitely close.
I pulled him deep into my throat and moaned—I was right there with him. The pressure inside me released as his seed erupted from the head of his cock and splattered into my throat. I swallowed his cum while the orgasm consumed me. It was so intense that I thought I was literally going to pass out. I kept my lips moving, despite the pleasure that surged through my veins and set my nerve endings on fire. I didn’t stop until he was drained, and he didn’t stop until the orgasm subsided. I used my hands to push myself up and fell over against the mattress. I was totally spent and thankfully—so was he.
“Do you feel like you’ve been properly punished now?” Everette put his hand on my ass and squeezed it.
“I can’t believe you tortured me that long…” I shifted so that I could see him and let my head rest on his thigh.
“Punishment doesn’t always have to hurt.” A weak smile spread across his lips. “You teased me with your bad-girl behavior, and I showed you what it was really like to be teased.”
“Yes you did…” I exhaled sharply.
Everette pulled me into his arms, and we just laid there in the afterglow of bliss. It felt perfect—like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I still couldn’t believe he actually came with me to Arizona. I was so sure that the stolen kisses we had at my house were going to be the last ones we shared before I came home for Thanksgiving, and I wasn’t sure if he would even wait for me. Everette was a man who knew what he wanted, and there was no way that I was going to be able to let him go without having my heart shattered. That felt foolish, but it really was my first taste of true desire. Everette had introduced me to a world I never imagined, and I hadn’t even lost my virginity—yet.
I thought I wouldn’t survive our second night together without having my cherry ripped off the vine—but I know he will claim it eventually.
I snuggled close to Everette, and my pounding heart finally started to slow down. My eyelids were heavy, even though it was still early in the evening. There was no way that I was going to be able to move from the bed after what he did to me—not without a nap—and I wasn’t sure I would be able to move before morning. I listened to Everette’s breathing slow down, and he finally drifted off to sleep. We were only going to have a few days together before he had to leave, and I didn’t want to waste a single second of his time in Arizona. It didn’t feel like I would be gone that long when I originally accepted the fact that I wouldn’t be home until Thanksgiving, but it suddenly felt like a lifetime—an impossible distance—an impossible length of time. My future was already in front of me, and I couldn’t change it. The moment he left was going to be hard.
I can’t focus on that right now. Our time together is too special for me to get tangled up in the complexities that will come when he’s gone.
Chapter Nine
Everette
The next day
My dominant side was completely uncaged and after my second night with Holly, I sta
rted to notice something that I had never noticed before—when my dominant side was released, I always lived in the moment. I didn’t stress or try to analyze every minute while coming up with reasons to snap myself back to reality. It gave me a sense of freedom that I thought was no longer possible to experience. It seemed to be bringing out a different side of Holly as well—one that was more submissive and quickly becoming the yin to my yang. She was a glimmer of light when the darker side of my personality took over, and I was the speck of darkness in her light. Perhaps the reverse was true as well—because we both seemed to become different people when we were together.
All of the loneliness fades when I see her smile. My life doesn’t seem that complex. The future isn’t as important as the present—I never thought I would ever be able to embrace that thought without my world unraveling around me.
The morning light pierced the curtains that were pulled tight beside us. The sun brought us one day closer to the moment when we would be forced apart. I was learning how to live in the present and embrace the moment, but the clock was still ticking against us. Holly was fast asleep, but I was too wired to close my eyes again, so I decided to get up. I didn’t even feel like I needed coffee, but I started making some out of instinct. If I was at home, I would have started my morning with a run—even if it was on a treadmill—but I didn’t really feel the urge to do anything but relax. My mind was at peace, my thoughts were clear, and the tranquility was so much nicer than the chaos that usually lingered in my brain.
This is so much better than what I’m used to. It wouldn’t be possible without Holly, and I don’t know how I’m going to just put her in the rear-view mirror for several months when I have to return to Los Angeles.
“Does the mini-bar have sodas?” Holly’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and an audible yawn followed her words.
“Yeah, this place is a little nicer than the one we stayed at on the way here.” I turned to her and smiled. “Did you sleep okay?”
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