“I did.” She nodded. “I don’t know if it was because you wore me out, or if that mattress is just so much nicer than the one at home.”
“Maybe it’s a little bit of both.” I walked up to her and put my hands on her hips. “Are you hungry? I could order room service.”
“I’ll definitely want something to eat once I wake up a little more.” She nodded quickly. “But first, I need some caffeine…”
“Are you not a fan of coffee? It’s a lot better than soda…” I watched as she pulled away and walked to the mini-bar—my cock throbbed when she bent over to open the fridge underneath the alcohol.
I love the way her lips feel, but I’m not going to be able to leave that cherry on the vine much longer…
“I tried it once or twice.” She shrugged as she stood and popped the top on a can of soda. “It’s too bitter…”
“Here.” I walked over and took the soda out of her hand. “There are ways around that. Let’s try a few things…”
“Okay.” She nodded and smiled.
I ordered room service and paid for them to set up a coffee bar in the room—it was expensive, but I didn’t mind. The doctor in me couldn’t watch Holly guzzle soda without feeling the need to intervene. That much sugar wasn’t good for anyone. Coffee had its disadvantages too, but I didn’t know many doctors that hadn’t become slaves to it while they were in medical school. Some recent studies had suggested that moderate consumption wasn’t that bad and actually had some health benefits—as long as it wasn’t filled with sugar. Holly and I put on bathrobes and waited. She yawned a few times but left the soda on the counter. Room service finally showed up about ten minutes later, pushed a table into the room with our food, and set up a coffee bar next to the wall in the dining area.
“Are you ready to do a little bit of experimenting?” I pulled two chairs over and sat down in one of them.
“Sure…” Holly nodded and sat down next to me.
I could drink black coffee without noticing anything but the heat—I assumed Holly would never get to that point if she already hated it. I fixed a few samples with various flavors of cream, a little artificial sweetener, and one that had some sugar in it but way less than a soda. The first couple that Holly tried made her nose wrinkle, and she quickly decided they weren’t for her. She thought the one with artificial sweetener tasted weird. The one with a light sprinkling of sugar didn’t seem to be that good to her either. Towards the end of the line of samples I set up, she tried one with vanilla cream, and actually liked it enough to try a second sip.
“That’s—not bad.” She tilted her head. “I think I like it better because it’s cooled off some.”
“Okay—one second.” I stood and went to the mini-bar where they thankfully had a small ice tray—I popped out two cubes and dropped them into the coffee she found tolerable. “Try it now.”
“Yeah, that’s really good.” She nodded. “The bitterness is gone.”
“I’ll make you a cup like that, and we can have breakfast.” I pressed my lips to her shoulder and kissed my way to her neck before I started making it.
“You’re not going to let me have any bad habits, are you?” She looked over at me once we were seated at the table with our breakfast in front of us.
“Moderation is fine.” I shrugged. “But if there are healthier options…”
“So, I’ll never get bacon for breakfast while we’re together?” She raised an eyebrow.
“The bacon is over here.” I lifted one of the lids that she hadn’t opened yet and laughed. “A couple of pieces aren’t going to hurt either one of us.”
“Okay good.” She grabbed three—and then put one back. “I’m not sure there’s a healthier alternative to bacon, and I doubt I could ever give that up entirely.”
“Don’t worry; I’m not that cruel.” I shook my head and put some bacon on my plate.
We joked about food while we ate. I wasn’t a nutritionist by any means, and my diet would have probably made some of them cringe. Holly was quick to point out that I didn’t turn down the plate of cookies that she offered, and I had to admit it was a weakness. She threatened to bake a fresh batch every day while we were together just to watch me try to resist them. Once the conversation turned slightly serious, I made sure Holly understood that I had no intention of controlling her in any way, and if she ultimately chose to drink soda, I would accept it—I just wanted to give her an option that was a little better—plus it had a lot more caffeine, which she was going to need if college was anything like I remembered.
“You mean you’re not going to spank me every time I try to drink a soda?” Holly raised her eyebrows and grinned.
“No.” I shook my head and laughed. “I’m not sure that spanking you is very effective anyway—especially if you’re already trying to come up with ways to get one…”
“It was different the first time.” She moved closer to me. “You were actually angry—last night you just teased me.”
“I wasn’t angry; I was just a little shocked…” I shrugged. “You got exactly what you deserved both times that you were over my knee.”
“I guess I’ll have to get more creative next time…” She put her fingers on my thigh and slowly moved them towards my cock.
“Be careful. You might get in over your head.” I narrowed my eyes. “Instead of a spanking, you might get tied to the bed and teased for hours before I let you come—or you might not even get to come at all.”
“Maybe you should tell me what I have to do to avoid that…” Her face reflected a hint of concern.
“Just be a good girl for your Daddy and you won’t have to worry about it.” I looked down at her hand as my cock started to get hard.
“I know how to do that…” Her hand moved past my cock and pulled my bathrobe open—then she shifted and sank between my thighs.
“Yes you do,” I exhaled sharply, and my cock quickly engorged.
Holly’s tongue moved past her lips, and she moved along the bottom of my shaft as she worked her way up to the head—then her perfectly pouty lips parted, and she pulled my cock between them. Her mouth was warm and wet—it felt so good that my dick throbbed the instant I felt her tongue rub against the bottom while she began swallowing my length. She wasn’t like other girls that seemed to feel obligated to get down on their knees—the look in her eyes said she loved being in that position—her eagerness to please was almost intoxicating. It made me buzz with a different kind of energy than what normally surrounded me. I wasn’t going to fall into the same traps that consumed me in the past. The moment was mine—I intended to grasp it with both hands and never let go.
“Don’t stop…” I felt my abdominal muscles tense up when a surge of pleasure shot through my veins. “That feels so fucking good.”
Holly was mine. There was no way that I was ever going to let my job, or my chaotic analytical brain come up with a reason why it wouldn’t work. She needed someone like me in her life, just like I needed her in mine. The challenges could be overcome as long as we allowed ourselves to face them together. I wanted to protect her, take care of her, and be the Daddy that she truly needed. Discipline would be a part of it, but I had a feeling she would be over my knee because she wanted to be there a lot more than she would be there because she needed to be punished. That desire had been awakened and it wasn’t going to be easily contained. Her naturally submissive nature had pulled the dominance out of me like a wave crashing into a shore. It was inevitable once impulses we couldn’t control drove us together.
“That’s right.” My body started to get rigid, and my hips moved erratically. “You’re going to make Daddy come like the good girl that you are.”
My balls were tight, and Holly’s lips weren’t slowing down—they felt like velvet on my shaft. Her moans were like music to my ears as I listened to her beg to have her throat filled with my cum. She wasn’t going to have to wait much longer. My muscles spasmed, my cock throbbed, and then it began to pulsate. The cum s
urged through my shaft and erupted in her mouth. She started to swallow immediately, and that was enough to bring the next explosion of lust out of my balls. My dick stayed buried in her throat until she milked every drop and then she started to slowly pull back. Her tongue still massaged the bottom, which made me twinge with a hint of pleasure before she was done.
“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that…” I exhaled sharply as she leaned back and smiled.
“Is that all you want?” She moved her hand inside her bathrobe and started playing with her pussy.
“No, I’ll have that when you’re ready to give it to me.” I narrowed my eyes. “But, until then, I’m going to make that pretty pussy come as often as possible—starting right now.”
I have a feeling we’ll be ordering room service for lunch and dinner too…
Chapter Ten
Holly
Two days later
“You really don’t want me to come with you?” Everette leaned against the door frame as I quickly finished getting dressed.
“You’ll be bored. It’s orientation… They might not even let you in.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll be back in time for our date tonight.”
“Have fun and try to make some new friends.” He smiled and walked over to where I was sitting.
Everette pulled me into his arms and kissed me as soon as I stood. Every time he crushed my lips beneath his, it felt like my soul had been set on fire, and that kiss was no different. If I wasn’t already running late, I would have been tempted to stay—possibly even crawl back in bed with him—but I just couldn’t miss orientation. The school got tired of students blowing it off, so they stopped finalizing schedules until attendance was registered, which meant that I had to be there if I was actually going to able to attend my first class on Monday morning. As tempting as Everette was, he didn’t want me to miss my classes any more than I wanted to waste the tuition money my parents paid so that I could go to college.
“Okay, I really have to go now.” I leaned back from his embrace. “I promise I won’t miss our date.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” He pressed his lips to my forehead.
I made it to campus with minutes to spare and signed in at the door right before the presentation began. There was a lot of focus on student safety, expectations, and rules that we were expected to follow. I wondered how many of the students in my class would actually listen to them—especially the one about representing the school properly, even when we weren’t attending classes. The guy on my left smelled like he slept in a distillery, and the guy in front of me was barely able to keep his eyes open.
The girl next to me introduced herself as Bianca and seemed to be bored by the whole thing. I did my best to pay attention, but she played on her cell phone during the entire presentation, and I couldn’t help but get distracted by her a few times when she muttered something under her breath about how stupid the whole thing was. We got a break around eleven and I wanted a soda, but I decided to fix a coffee instead—it wasn’t as good as the one Everette made for me, but it wasn’t awful.
“I can’t believe they’re making us do this shit for the entire day.” Bianca walked up next to me and started fixing a cup of coffee. “Ugh, and this coffee smells like it came from the grocery store. What the fuck is my father’s money paying for anyway?”
She seems pleasant…
“Are you okay?” I raised my eyebrow and looked over at her.
“Define okay.” She grumbled under her breath and took a sip of her coffee—it looked like she struggled not to spit it out.
“It’s just that…” I sighed. “I don’t think anyone else wants to be here anymore than you do.”
“You thought you were going to an Ivy League school too?” She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Huh? No, I meant—orientation.” I motioned to the room.
“This is fine. I have to do something with my time—I just thought I would be starting my year at Harvard or Princeton—not slumming it.” She shook her head angrily.
“Oh…” I blinked in surprise.
“It’s a long story.” She sipped her coffee and then turned to me like I was the only person in the room. “Basically, my father decided to send me to public school for the rest of my senior year—to teach me a lesson about the real world. My credits got screwed up, so I had to stay in high school an extra year, and guess what? None of the Ivy League schools would take me after that!”
“Wow…” I stared at her with a stunned expression on my face. “I’m sorry…”
“My father’s an asshole.” She took another sip of her coffee. “It looks like they’re starting again. I guess we have to go back to our seat.”
“Yeah…” I nodded.
I think I can check her off the list of potential friends I’m going to make during orientation.
For some reason, Bianca seemed to think that we were going to be friends—or maybe I was just the only person in the room that didn’t annoy her too much. When we took a break for lunch, she asked if I wanted to ride with her to get some real food as she put it instead of what the university was providing for our orientation luncheon. I was about to decline until she said that she was buying, and while I wasn’t sure if I would ever be friends with her, that did sound a lot better than cold deli sandwiches and a bag of potato chips. Bianca was crude, foul-mouthed, and had a general disdain for life itself. She drove like she was angry that there were other cars on the road and chain-vaped the whole way to the restaurant—without even offering to roll down the window. It smelled better than smoke, but the car was so cloudy we exited the vehicle like we were walking out of a fog machine—a fog machine filled with strawberries and cream.
“Hopefully this place has good food.” She started walking towards a restaurant called Salads & More and didn’t ask if it was okay with me.
I guess I can’t complain—she is buying after all.
Later that day
“Thank god this is over.” Bianca let out the loudest ugh she seemed to be able to muster.
“Yeah, all done.” I forced a smile.
“Do you want to hang out tonight? I have like literally no friends in Arizona.” She looked at me inquisitively. “We could get a drink or something…”
“A drink?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve got a fake ID; it’ll be fine.” She must have noticed my concern, but she waved it off.
“Sorry, I already have plans…” I tilted my head and winced.
“Figures—you’re the only person at this place that I think I can tolerate.” She grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder.
“At least we have some classes together.” I shrugged. “Maybe we can hang out some other time?”
Or you’ll make some friends, and I’ll dodge that bullet.
“Sure.” She nodded and abruptly stormed off.
My encounter with Bianca—really, the whole day with her, was just strange. I wasn’t sure if we were ever going to be friends. She reminded me of the popular girls in high school that was generally awful to everyone around them, so I had no idea why I had been singled out as the only person she liked at orientation. Either way, I was glad to be done with the formalities at the university and on my way back to Everette’s hotel room. We had been talking about having our first real date for a couple of days, and it was finally going to happen. I didn’t know what he had planned for us, but I had a beautiful dress waiting at the hotel that he wanted me to wear, so I assumed that it was going to be something a little fancier than usual.
“I’m back!” I pushed my key card into the door and opened it.
“How did it go?” Everette met me at the door and pulled me into an embrace. “Did you make any new friends?”
“I’m—not sure.” I leaned my head against his shoulder and smiled when I felt his arms around me. “I’ll have to tell you about it over dinner.”
“Sounds good.” Everette leaned back from our embrace. “We do need to get a m
ove on it—our reservation is in an hour.”
We went to the bedroom and started getting ready for our date, but it was hard for either of us to focus on the task at hand because we kept teasing each other. Everette put his hand on my lower back and traced the edge of my panties while I was trying to put on my dress. I returned the favor by accidentally brushing against him several times when I had the opportunity. We ended up on the bed before either of us were fully dressed—tangled up in an embrace and making out when we really should have already been on the way to the restaurant. We managed to quell our passion long enough to finish getting ready—but that didn’t stop us from casually teasing each other a few more times before we finally made it to the car.
“I’ll call the restaurant and let them know that we’re running a few minutes late.” Everette pulled out his phone and hit the button to dial them.
“Tell them we were too busy making out.” I nudged Everette and grinned.
Thankfully, despite doing everything we could to be late, the restaurant was willing to hold our table. We got there about twenty minutes late, but it didn’t seem to be that busy. Once we ordered our food, I told Everette about my day, and he couldn’t help but laugh when I told him about Bianca. The discussion took a serious turn after that, and we finally addressed the elephant in the room—it was our last night together. Everette had already booked his flight back to Los Angeles, and we were finally at the point where we had to count our time together down in hours instead of days. We were both about to be plunged headfirst into our individual lives, and we weren’t going to see each other until Thanksgiving.
“We can talk on the phone—we can even use Skype so that we can see each other while we talk.” I forced a smile and tried to keep some enthusiasm in my voice.
“Definitely.” Everette nodded. “We’ll figure it out. Just make sure that you keep up with all of your assignments—I don’t want to distract you from that.”
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