SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Such a bad girl…” he growled a little louder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god!” I felt my pussy begin to spasm on his length.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom on.” Arlo’s head rolled back, and I felt his cock throb.
“I don’t care. Come inside me, Daddy.” I dug my nails into his shoulder and started riding him with more fury. “I want to feel you!”
I was lost in the moment and didn’t give a damn about the repercussions. I was lucky enough to know that it wasn’t the right time of the month for me to actually get pregnant, and for once, my weird little superpower was going to help because I didn’t want to stop. My thoughts had ascended to something so filthy it would have been criminal if he was using protection.
I began to orgasm so hard that my entire body shook, and it wasn’t long until Arlo’s throbbing cock erupted inside me. His seed flooded my pussy as I bounced my way through the peak of my orgasm and kept going. I wanted more. One wasn’t nearly enough—all it did was blow into the fire and make it turn into an inferno. Arlo’s craving was just as strong as mine. He kept spanking my sore ass until I melted into bliss the second time, and all I could do was beg for one more trip to paradise.
“Please don’t make me stop, Daddy.” I trembled as I collapsed against him. “I need more.”
“I’m not done with you yet.” He lifted me up, pushed me down against the arm of the couch, and slammed his cock into me from behind.
“Yes!” I threw my head back and screamed with pleasure.
Arlo fucked me so hard that it felt like the couch was going to break underneath the fury of thrusts. I was pretty sure there would be bruises, but I would wear them on my thighs with pride. I craved the roughness, and he seemed to understand it—and maybe he needed it just as bad as I did. Our bodies came together until it felt like a faucet had been turned on to pour orgasms directly into my soul. I savored every one of them. Arlo’s cock filled me with his seed several times before he was spent, and by that point, I was practically numb from head to toe.
“Fuck…” Arlo fell against my back. “That was so damn good—I wish I could keep going.”
“Don’t worry.” I wiggled my ass with what strength I had left. “I know you’ll be ready to go again soon—and I’m going to be such a bad girl.”
“For someone who did so much complaining about that spanking, you sure did start begging for more.” Arlo kissed the back of my earlobe.
“Yeah…” I shuddered and grinned.
It was so much hotter when you were inside me. That didn’t feel like punishment at all…
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Arlo
My night was Phoebe was unforgettable. I couldn’t believe I had allowed myself to think there was a chance she would have doubts about our relationship—I was a fool for letting the thought cross my mind. She was dedicated to me in every way. We loved each other. The emotions from what could have been don’t have any impact on either of us. Our connection was so special that the age difference didn’t matter, and neither did her previous relationship with Jake. We were going to have to find a way to tell him at some point when the time was right. I hoped it didn’t cause another rift, but it was a risk I had to take. Nothing was going to change how I felt about Phoebe.
“I really don’t want to go to work…” Phoebe rolled over in bed and groaned.
“You already woke up and showered. Isn’t that the hardest part?” I adjusted my tie and laughed.
“Yeah.” She sat up. “I guess you’re right. I might as well get dressed since I obviously can’t entice you to go back to bed with me.”
“We’ll have plenty of time for that tonight.” I walked over and kissed her forehead. “After your spanking, of course.”
“Can’t we—maybe forget that?” She looked up at me with a devious grin. “I got extra anyway…”
“You liked that too much for it to count.” I leaned up and walked to the mirror. “My hand has a date with your ass—just as soon as we get back here.”
“I might want to work late…” She sighed. “There’s lots of work to do, right?”
“Nice try.” I shook my head.
The things we had introduced to our relationship were complex and had several layers. The spankings that Phoebe got were a form of punishment, but there was a thin line between them being painful and something she enjoyed. Once she crossed that line, they ceased being a form of punishment and turned into something that she enjoyed. I liked being on both sides of the line. I could be her Daddy and the man that wanted to hold a woman in my arms. She had brought something out of me too—something that I never expected to enjoy as much as I did when she first whispered the word Daddy in my ear while she was begging me to claim her body.
That game she played has turned both of us into what some would call Dirty Freaks, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
* * *
We made it to the office and spent the entire day going through files to get ready for Gregory’s arrival. Even though I needed another attorney in the office to help me get ready for the eventual trial, it was bittersweet in a way. Our dynamic was going to change once there was someone else in the room with us. There would be no more touching under the table—no more casual discussions about what we wanted to do to each other while we tried to keep a straight face so the people outside the conference room wouldn’t notice—and a lot less fooling around in the elevator since Gregory was sure to be on it with us more times than not. I had no intention of hiding our relationship from him, but we would still be required to keep it professional for most of the day, which was the exact opposite of what we had been doing.
“I think we’ve done enough for today.” I looked around the conference room.
“Are you sure? We’re going to go look for forensic accountants?” Phoebe’s voice had a hopeful echo in it.
“I pulled a few job listings.” I nodded. “I have to wait until Gregory gets here to start the interview process.”
“Ah, okay.” She looked towards the boxes. “Well maybe we should go through one more box, just so we don’t have as much to do after he does get here.”
“Phoebe…” I narrowed my eyes. “Are you just trying to avoid going back to the hotel because you know you’re going to get a spanking?”
“What?” She blinked a couple of times, but I saw a hint of deviousness flicker in her eyes. “Me? Never!”
“Considering how excited you got last night, I figured you would be doing a cartwheel to get over my knee.” I shook my head and chuckled.
“That part was fun.” She bit down on her bottom lip. “But I had to squirm and whimper a whole lot before it got to that part.”
“It seems to have worked.” I raised an eyebrow. “You barely even touched your Juul this morning and didn’t pull it out of purse when we went out for lunch.”
“I told you I was trying…” She looked down. “The spankings certainly provided some extra motivation, even if I do like it after a certain point.”
“Then maybe tonight will be the last one you have to get that you don’t enjoy.” I shrugged. “Unless you do something else that requires Daddy to pull down your panties.”
“I have a feeling that will happen more frequently than I like.” She squirmed in her seat. “Okay, I did agree to it, so let’s go back to the hotel so we can get it over with.”
“Wait, hold that thought…” I glanced over at my computer when I heard it ding. “I got an email.”
“Maybe it’s a really long email.” Phoebe laughed.
“It’s a document—from the prosecutor.” I clicked on the email and opened it. “Oh shit.”
“What?” Phoebe leaned closer to me.
“He’s reducing the charges.” I tilted my head slightly.
“Yay! That’s awesome!” Phoebe’s face lit up with a smile.
“That’s not all…” I exhaled sharply. “There’s a plea barg
ain.”
“Isn’t that even better news?” Phoebe raised her eyebrows inquisitively.
“I think it is.” I quickly scanned the document. “This will keep Demi Hart out of jail—in exchange for probation and a fine that will make her accountant faint.”
“Do you think she will actually take it?” Phoebe leaned back in her chair.
“I have no idea.” I shook my head. “I need to call her.”
I normally called Demi Hart from the phone in her office because it was much better for a teleconference than my cell phone, so I left Phoebe in the conference room and headed that way. The reduced charges weren’t enough to keep Demi Hart out of jail if she got convicted, and they were still a stretch based on what we had found, but that was deliberate on the prosecutor’s part. He wasn’t willing to cede his case quite yet because it would reduce his bargaining power. If he kept the charges in the range that could still put my client in an orange jumpsuit, then she would have to roll her dice in the courtroom—or take the plea deal.
It’s a smart move. I would probably do the same thing. It’s a deal she would be foolish to refuse, so I have to recommend it…
My phone call to Demi Hart didn’t take long. I ran through the deal, what it would mean, and told her it was likely to be the best one she would ever get. The fine would hurt, but it would be a lot less painful than a prison sentence. She would have to keep her nose clean for several years while she was on probation. I didn’t think that would be an issue—she wasn’t truly a criminal, she just got caught up in something that used to be acceptable before people started dissecting every transaction.
How Demi’s employees and clients reacted to the guilty plea would be something she had to manage on her own—my job was to keep her out of prison, and I had done that. The fact I had been able to do it without a trial was due to Phoebe’s hard work, so when Demi agreed to the deal, I made sure she knew that my research assistant was the real hero. I promised to draw up the paperwork, and Demi agreed to meet me in the office the following day so we could make arrangements to get the deal finalized. The judge still had to sign off on it, but I didn’t think it would be an issue since the prosecutor had a good reason for recommending it.
I’ll have to call Gregory and let him know that he won’t have to come to New York City after all.
Gregory was happy to get my call, although he did sound a bit disappointed that he was going to have to cancel his plans after spending so much time getting ready for the trip. Henry, on the other hand, was absolutely ecstatic. He confessed that he was really struggling to hold things together without me but didn’t want to put that burden on my shoulders when I was managing such a difficult case without any help.
But I did have help—and now I have to go tell Phoebe that I won’t be staying in New York City much longer. Fuck!
“Hey…” I walked into the conference room, and I could tell from the expression on her face that she had already realized it on her own.
“I know.” She sighed. “It’s great news. Demi Hart isn’t going to jail, and I don’t have a job anymore.”
“That’s not true.” I shook my head. “You signed a contract for a full year, and you’re going to get paid for that, regardless.”
“To do what?” She looked up at me. “Sit on my ass at home? That’s not right. I’ll talk to Enzo and see if I can get my old job back.”
“This doesn’t change how I feel about you.” I walked over and took Phoebe’s hand as I sat down next to her. “I love you, Phoebe. We won’t get to see each other every day, but I’ll come to the city every chance I get—I’ll drive here every single weekend.”
“I love you too, and I believe we can still make this work, it just won’t be the same.” She closed her eyes, and a long sigh passed across her lips. “I won’t have my Daddy to keep me in line every day.”
“You’re going to do fine.” I squeezed her hand. “You’ll start your GED classes soon, which means that you won’t need me here to distract you every night anyway.”
Is there a positive spin I can put on this? It doesn’t feel like it—relationships are complicated enough without the distance.
Things were definitely different, no matter how much I tried to convince Phoebe—and myself—that they weren’t. We didn’t take any of the time we had together for granted. I expected lesser charges and a trial to keep Demi out of jail. The prosecutor didn’t want the fight once he realized there was a chance his office could end up on the losing side of the case. A plea bargain was a win for both sides. He got his guilty plea, and Demi stayed out of prison. It just didn’t feel like a win for me—not where it really mattered.
I’m not going to feel like a winner when I have to go back to Penny Grove and sleep in an empty bed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Phoebe
I tried to put on a brave face, but it felt like a piece of my heart shriveled up and died when I realized what was going to happen after Demi Hart signed her plea bargain. She returned to the CEO chair at Hart Consulting, and we left the conference room for the final time. My so-called good work was the catalyst, and while it was a terrible thought to have, I kind of wished I hadn’t found the key to her freedom so quickly. Her handshake didn’t feel nearly as good as being in Arlo’s arms. The clock ticked away our time like an hourglass that poured its sand way too fast. I mentally prepared myself for multiple months or even a year—instead I got what amounted to weeks. I hadn’t allowed myself to come to terms with what it meant because I thought I had so much longer before I would be faced with the moment of truth.
“This is going to be really hard.” I hugged Arlo and squeezed him as tight as I could.
“I know, but we’re going to make it.” He put a hand on the back of my head and sighed. “This is just some time apart—like the weekends I had to go home, but a little longer.”
“Too long.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “Those weekends felt like they were an eternity.”
“I know.” He exhaled sharply. “I really do.”
I got to spend the rest of the week and one final weekend with Arlo before I had to say goodbye with tears in my eyes. We made a million promises, and I swore to myself that I would keep every one of them, but I hated seeing Arlo go before his car even disappeared out of sight. We weren’t going to be apart for long—five days—I had spent more time on my own than that without even thinking about it. It was a lot easier to be by myself before Arlo pulled me into a world I couldn’t see in until he ripped the blinders off my eyes. I finally knew what love was, and I wanted to cling to it—but all I could do was watch the taillights until they were gone.
Now I get to go sleep in a bed that’s filled with so many good memories—but I won’t be making any new ones tonight.
Arlo refused to cancel the contract I signed until I had a new job, and he had already paid for his hotel room until the end of the month, so he told me I could stay there until then. He really wanted me to find an apartment in a safer part of the city, but that wasn’t really feasible, especially if I ended up working for Enzo again. I wasn’t looking forward to returning to the diner. I just didn’t know what other options I had. I hadn’t made any progress towards my education, and while Arlo said he would talk to some attorneys he knew in the city, I didn’t want to hold out hope for a similar position—I barely had the credentials required to wait tables.
I know what I should do, but it’s such a hard decision to make.
I could have left with Arlo. My bags could have been in the backseat next to his. Penny Grove was my hometown, and while there were a lot of bad memories there, I had moved past it—I just couldn’t get past the mental block. The people I went to high school with had moved on and began to live their glorious lives while mine stayed paused in New York City. I could picture the conversations when I ran into someone, even if the stupid game wasn’t part of it. What are you doing with your life? You never finished high school? You didn’t even get your GED? Wait—you’r
e dating who? Those questions would never end, no matter how many times I answered them. I had something that resembled a life in New York City. The people I passed on the street didn’t know who I used to be—they didn’t judge me.
I shouldn’t care, but I don’t know how to stop.
I sat down on the bed when I got back to the hotel room. I didn’t even feel like I had the energy to keep myself from toppling over, and when my head hit the pillow—my memories were flooded with thoughts of Arlo. I smelled his cologne, my perfume, and the scent of our last moment of passion before he had to leave. I wanted to cry, but my tears weren’t going to fix anything—they were just watermarks of the depression that had seized control of me the moment I realized he was leaving. I was strong enough to make it on my own, but I just didn’t want to—I had allowed myself to feel his love, and letting go of it, even for five days, felt like an eternity.
I wallowed in my own misery for almost thirty minutes before I heard a buzzing sound on the table beside the bed. I reached for my phone and saw that I had a message from Arlo.
Arlo: I miss you already.
Phoebe: I miss you too.
Arlo: Are you going to be a good girl while I’m gone?
Phoebe: If I say no, will you come back and spank me right now?
Arlo: I wish I could. You never did get your second one…
Phoebe: I needed you too much.
Arlo: Yeah. That’s what I needed as well.
Phoebe: Are you upset that I didn’t come with you?
Arlo: No. I understand why it’s difficult.
Phoebe: It almost feels foolish. I would rather be there with you…
Arlo: You have to figure that out yourself. I’m here if you need me, but I don’t want to force you into something that you’re not comfortable with.
Phoebe: Thank you. Wait—are you texting and driving?
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