“Don’t try to pass out on me—Daddy’s not done.” His cock throbbed, and I was instantly jolted back to reality by a sensation of pleasure.
“I don’t think I can come again…” I whimpered and tried to focus my vision.
“Yes you can.” He leaned forward. “I already told you—good girls do what Daddy says…”
I don’t think I’m going to get any sleep tonight…
Chapter Eleven
Everette
The next morning
The sun was my sworn enemy—it signaled the end of my time with Holly, and I hated it. Our passion burned through the night because I didn’t want to waste a second that we had together. When we both finally collapsed from exhaustion, I felt like I had lost the fight, but it was a beautiful one to have. I couldn’t prolong the inevitable. I gave in to sleep for a few hours before I finally woke up. I let her sleep while I ordered room service, straightened up the hotel room some, and she woke up when our breakfast was delivered.
“I’m going to miss this…” Holly pulled the bathrobe tight around her waist and walked to the table. “I probably won’t even have time to eat breakfast once I start classes…”
“Yeah, I’m lucky if I get it myself.” I nodded and fixed her a cup of coffee.
We didn’t discuss the fact that it was our last time having breakfast together until she returned to Los Angeles—and I wasn’t even sure we would have an opportunity when she did come home for her break. We hadn’t even discussed how it was going to work. I didn’t want to hide our relationship, but I didn’t know when she would be ready to tell her parents about us. The age difference was sure to cause some concern and if they weren’t accepting of our relationship, it could create a few problems—living next door to them was going to make that even worse. I tried not to focus on it—my analytical brain needed to stay on vacation for a little while longer so I could live in the moment with Holly.
“You bought a few things while you were here.” Holly looked around the suite. “You don’t have a suitcase…”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I guess I’ll just try to stuff everything in a shopping bag.”
“I could keep them.” She leaned over and nudged me. “That way you wouldn’t have to pack anything if you come visit me.”
“It’s going to be a while before I have a chance to do that,” I sighed. “Part of my residency agreement requires me to be on call every weekend—and I won’t get a chance to take another vacation before it’s over.”
“Let me keep them anyway.” She shrugged. “You never know what will happen—I seem to remember you threatening to make an unscheduled trip to Arizona if I misbehaved…”
“That wasn’t an invitation for you to misbehave just so I had to.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Maybe you need one more trip across my knee before I go so that you don’t forget what happens to bad girls that don’t do what they’re supposed to.”
“You might have to take me back to the bedroom if you do that.” She bit down on her bottom lip.
“My flight doesn’t leave for a few hours.” I reached over and tugged on her bathrobe.
“Well in that case…” She pulled away and stood. “You’re going to have to catch me before you get to spank me.”
“If I have to chase you down, I’m going to spank you even harder,” I growled under my breath and pushed my chair back.
“Don’t tease me…” She grinned and ran towards the bedroom.
Holly had every intention of being caught, but it seemed that she was going to make me work for it. She dashed to the bedroom, but that was just a trap. She was hiding behind the door and quickly ran past me when I looked in the opposite direction. The suite wasn’t big enough to have any actual hiding places, but she used the furniture to her advantage. I got my hand on her bathrobe when she darted around the room service table, but she slipped out of it before I could actually secure my grip. That left her naked—and made me want to catch her even more because my cock throbbed at the sight of her. She actually managed to elude me a little longer than I expected—almost to the point of agitation before she tried to scramble across the back of the couch, and I caught her. I quickly shifted my weight so that she was pinned down, and she tried to squirm free, but I lifted her up so that her feet were dangling over the edge.
“Now I can spank you as long as I want…” I traced the back of her thighs and felt her skin react with goosebumps. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I think I’m safe.” She giggled and tried to squirm again. “You’ll have to let me go eventually—or you’ll miss your flight.”
“Yeah, but I’m going to give you something to remember me by every time you hit a bump on the way home from the airport.” I squeezed her ass and pulled my hand away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh!” She jerked in my grasp. “This feels like a real spanking!”
“I told you not to run from me,” I chuckled under my breath.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry!” she whimpered and kicked her feet.
“No you’re not—this is exactly what you wanted.” I lifted my hand again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow!” She kicked the back of the couch with her feet—which was kind of cute.
“Are you going to be a good girl after I’m gone?” I traced down her thighs and slowly worked my way back to her ass.
“Maybe…” She looked back at me and grinned.
“Wrong answer…” I pulled my hand back and brought it down a little harder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’ll be a good girl!” She whimpered and squirmed against my grasp.
“I’m not convinced.” I slid my finger down to her clit and rubbed it a couple of times. “This spanking is just making you wet.”
“I can’t help that,” Holly gasped and dug her nails into the couch. “All you’re doing is teasing me…”
“You just don’t know how to quit when you’re ahead do you?” I pulled my finger away from her clit.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Maybe you should give me a real spanking like you did when you found out I had been spying on you…” she exhaled sharply.
“If that’s what you really want.” I stopped laughing and growled under my breath.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I lit a small fire on Holly’s ass that made her bounce on the couch and kick her feet until I heard her start to actually whimper. She had a safe word she could use if it was too much for her to handle, but she seemed to have a desire for the roughness once I started to really give her a spanking. Her ass was red with a pink halo around the center when the spanking was finally over. I let her lay there for a couple of seconds so that the burn could sink in a little bit before I moved my finger back to her clit. It quickly turned into a hard knot, and her pussy was practically dripping. I didn’t even bother to take her back to the bedroom. I shrugged off my bathrobe, put my hands on her hips and positioned myself behind her.
“Oh god…” She moaned when my cock started to push into her pussy.
“Let’s see how many times I can make you come before I have to leave.” I pushed until I was all the way inside her and started to thrust.
“The first one isn’t going to take long!” Her body jerked after I gave her a few hard thrusts.
Holly’s pussy was extremely tight, and the spasms made it hard for me to hold back, but I wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. It was going to be months before I got another chance. I hammered my cock into her while the first orgasm peaked and felt another one beginning before it was done. I held back as long as I could, but she felt so damn good that it was impossible to stave off my eruption for long. I managed to make her come three times before I s
uccumbed to my own desire. I started to climax, and she erupted with one more orgasm while I exploded inside her. I kept my thrusts going until the orgasm subsided, and then I fell forward—thankfully the couch was there for me to catch myself.
“I don’t want you to go…” Holly exhaled sharply, and I heard a whimper in her throat.
“I wish I could stay.” I lifted up from the couch and sat down on the edge of it. “But we’ll stay in touch—just like you said. Skype, right?”
“Yeah.” She nodded and slowly started to stand.
Holly and I took a shower together which resulted in a little more playfulness than cleanliness—and I was running late by the time we were done. I got dressed, verified that I could just leave my key in the room, and then we made our way to the car. I agreed to let her keep my stuff. It wasn’t like I really needed it. I had plenty of clothes at home. She drove me to the airport and walked with me until we got to security. That was as far as she could go. We had a long kiss—a hug that I never wanted to release—and then I finally had to pull away.
“I’m going to miss you.” Holly looked up at me.
“I’m going to miss you too.” I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
More than you’ll ever realize…
One hour later
Leaving Holly behind in Arizona was difficult. The emotional hit was a lot harder than I expected. The plane lifted into the sky, and I leaned against the window to see if I could catch a glimpse of her—even if it was just her car in the parking lot—but the angle wasn’t right. She was probably long gone by the anyway. I still stared until the cars disappeared out of sight completely. I could taste our last kiss on my lips—smell her perfume lingering on my shirt from our last hug—it was all I would have of her except for the memories that were never going to be far from my thoughts. I finally settled into my seat, picked up my phone once the pilot said we could turn them back on and tried to find some music to listen to. The flight wasn’t going to be long enough for a movie.
“You look like you’re leaving your whole world in Arizona.” The older woman next to me who had been silent up to that point turned her head towards me. “First time visiting L.A.?”
“No ma’am.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m from there. I was just visiting Arizona.”
And no visit would have been long enough if the end of it meant leaving alone.
“Same here.” She smiled. “I was visiting my daughter and her new husband—they got married a few months ago and already have a baby on the way. How many kids do you have?”
“Me?” I snapped my head back and chuckled. “None.”
“No wife either?” She eyed my left hand, which was missing the ring she apparently thought should be there.
“No ma’am.” I shook my head again.
She continued talking, and we were halfway to Los Angeles before she finally lost interest in the conversation. I was polite, but I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. I just wanted to listen to some music on my way home. Welcome to the Jungle started playing when we began our descent into the City of Angels, and I thought it was rather fitting. I was back in the jungle of my own life and without Holly there to keep me in the moment, I knew I was going to spend the next few months analyzing every detail of our relationship—to the point I might just go crazy before I held her again. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but what we had together was special, so I believed we could make it work—regardless of the distance.
At least I’ll get to talk to her—and see her beautiful smile over Skype. It won’t be enough, but it will be better than nothing.
Two hours later
“Hey there, neighbor!” Mr. Pierce was working in his yard when the Uber dropped me off, and he immediately started walking my way.
“Hey…” I greeted him with an apprehensive wave.
He doesn’t look angry. I’ll take that as a sign that he has no idea I just spent a week with his daughter…
“Did you go somewhere?” He stopped and put his hands on his hips once he reached the edge of the driveway.
“Yeah, I took a trip.” I nodded and forced a smile that I hoped wasn’t suspicious in any way.
“Let us know if you’re going to do that again!” He tilted his head slightly. “We can keep an eye on your place while you’re gone.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” A sigh of relief echoed in my head, but I kept the smile plastered on my face.
“We try to look out for each other around here.” He nodded. “You know what I mean?”
“Uh, yeah—of course.” I pretended I did while assuming he was just talking about the neighborhood.
Mr. Pierce seemed satisfied with my answer, which gave me an opportunity to excuse myself and head for the house. I had no idea how we were going to eventually tell Holly’s parents that we were involved. Hell, I didn’t even know how I was going to break the news to my own family. They would be supportive, but the age difference would probably result in a few questions with them too. I doubted my sister would care. She always ragged me about being perpetually single—despite the fact that she had never had a relationship which lasted more than a few months. I think she was just trying to deflect the attention my parents were putting on her—they wanted grandchildren and thought there was a better chance of her bringing the first one into the family since I was so focused on my career.
I guess I need to figure out how to install Skype on my computer.
I sent a message to Holly to let her know I was back home safe, and then loaded up my laptop. I got the program installed, put Holly’s number in, and a few seconds later, she was on the screen. We talked for a couple of hours and promised to talk again the next day. My house felt lonelier than ever after I closed my laptop. I didn’t have anything in my fridge that was appetizing, and a few things had expired while I was away, so I cleaned it out and ordered something from a local delivery place. It was far from healthy, but what I had for breakfast had worn off completely, so I needed to eat something.
Holly and I sent a few text messages throughout the evening, and I watched a movie until it was finally late enough to go to bed. I was in no hurry to return to the real world after spending the week with Holly, but I didn’t have a choice. I just had to make it to the end of my residency, and then I could figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I had a lot to think about before I had to make a decision—and my analytical brain was going to love that.
Maybe I should consider some options in Arizona—just when I thought it was the right time in my life to buy a house in Los Angeles…
Chapter Twelve
Holly
A few days later
“Are you avoiding me or something?” Bianca walked up beside me as I was walking to my next class.
“Huh? No…” I turned my head towards her in confusion.
“I told you I wanted to talk to you after class, and you just darted out of the room like your panties were on fire.” She eyed me suspiciously.
“Oh, right. I’m sorry.” I stopped my hurried pace. “My mind was just—elsewhere.”
With a certain doctor in Los Angeles…
“You must have a boyfriend.” Her eyes lit up. “A week at this place and you’re already hooking up? I thought I was going to be the school slut.”
“You say that like it’s something to be proud of.” I blinked in surprise.
“If it’s the right guy…” She grinned but it faded when she realized I wasn’t smiling. “I’m joking—relax. If I made it through high school without losing my v-card, I’m sure not going to give it to some guy in freaking Arizona of all places. If I was at Harvard—maybe.”
I really don’t want to have this conversation—or admit that I’m seeing someone.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I rapidly changed the subject.
“Drinks, of course.” She nudged me. “We need to hang out. We’re both L.A. girls in Arizona. The people here are so lame.”
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“Okay.” I shrugged. “Why not. I don’t have a fake ID though, so we’re not getting into a bar or anything.”
“You leave that to me.” Bianca winked.
We traded cell phone numbers, and then I had to scramble in order to make it to my next class with seconds to spare. I wasn’t that excited about hanging out with her, but a distraction might be nice. All I did after school every day was sit in my dorm room, work on my school assignments and talk to Everette when I had the chance. He was supposed to be working on Saturday night and it would be pretty boring if I didn’t get out of my dorm at some point. Bianca sent me a couple of messages during the day, and I responded when I could. She was awfully determined to be my friend considering that I hadn’t really done much of anything to suggest that we shared a mutual interest in that department.
I guess I have a new friend whether I want one or not…
A few days later
“Over here!” Bianca motioned to me as soon as I stepped out of my car.
“Hey.” I walked over and smiled. “I was surprised you picked this place—I thought you wanted to get a drink.”
“I heard some of the girls in one of my classes—they said if you flirt with the guy at the bar, he won’t ask for ID.” She grinned. “So get ready to flirt.”
“Uh…” I blinked in surprise.
“Fine, I’ll flirt. You just stand there and look pretty.” Bianca took a couple of puffs from her vape and blew a cloud into the wind.
It was probably best that Bianca take the lead—I wasn’t going to flirt with some stranger to get alcohol. I felt a little underdressed standing next to Bianca who looked like she had just stepped off a runway at a fashion show—complete with a purse that probably cost more money than I had ever seen in my life. When her text said we were going to Outback Steakhouse, I thought jeans and a t-shirt would be appropriate, but apparently she lived by a completely different dress code than I did. We walked into the restaurant and got a table near the bar. I didn’t see any guys she could flirt with—there was only one person behind the bar, and it was a woman about my mother’s age.
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