SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god!” My head rolled back, and the pressure released.
My body started to jerk, and I clung to Everette for dear life. My knees went out and buckled, but I didn’t want to sink to the floor and miss a single second of the intense pleasure his finger was bringing me, so I just used him for support. There was no quick burst like I normally got when I masturbated. It surged upward, peaked, and then the orgasm just tore through my body before I started to come crashing down. I fell against Everette—literally crashing into him as my muscles went weak, and I could no longer keep myself balanced. Everette shifted on the bed and pulled me into his powerful arms. I let my head rest against his shoulder, and the afterglow left me with a sense of tranquility. I was happy, content, and exactly where I belonged—in the arms of a man who
wanted to be called Daddy.
I think I’m going to like it…
Chapter Seven
Everette
The next morning
I didn’t expect Holly to bring my dominant side to the surface. It had been so long since that side of me had been let out of the cage that I wasn’t even sure it still existed. I thought it had just been replaced with compassion, caring, and all of the other traits people expected in a doctor. When I first started medical school, they said my personality would make my chosen career path difficult. I was too aggressive, told people what I thought, and generally didn’t have the respect that four years of medical school gave me. A brief relationship when I started my residency pulled the dominance out of me one final time, but it sputtered out when my career got put in front of my personal life—just like always.
I didn’t let my analytical brain take over last night. I shut it off and just did what felt right.
My first reaction to seeing the text message from Holly’s friend was to feel slighted and question if our budding relationship was going to fall apart on the spot—then I saw the remorse in her eyes—a lingering need for something else. I let my dominant side come out, and it brought us to the brink of something truly amazing. Her parents weren’t bad people by any means. They were actually quite nice and cared about their daughter, but she had reached the point in her life where she needed a firm-handed man who could bring the kind of discipline that only a Daddy could deliver. I recognized that need the moment her eyes flickered when I said she needed to be punished. It was a submissive side that was hidden deep below the surface—much deeper than my dominant personality—but when they connected on a spiritual level, it was the true personification of perfection. We were meant for each other.
Living in the moment is exactly what I’ve been missing in my life, and Holly makes it so damn easy.
I woke up early, and Holly was still sleeping. Her gorgeous curves were so fucking tempting with the light peeking in through the curtain and creating a halo around them. I wanted more than her lips, and I was going to have it, but there was no reason to rush. She hadn’t admitted it yet, but I was pretty sure she was a virgin. She had experimented a little bit, but the way she focused on that made it sound like it was the only experience she had. She was timid and shy when she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her perfect body. She got a little bit of confidence once she saw how my eyes worshiped every inch of her, but she still proceeded with caution. She was eager to please, but her inexperience still showed. I had learned to be patient—and if we were truly meant for each other, then it would be even sweeter when she was ready to give me her innocence.
“We should probably get a move on it soon.” I gave Holly a gentle nudge and kissed her forehead.
“Oh wow…” She slowly opened her eyes. “I haven’t slept like that in years.”
“I’d gladly pay for another day, just to stay here with you, but I don’t think we should…” I kissed her forehead again. “You need to get moved into your dorm room.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “We should be okay—if traffic isn’t an issue.”
“Hopefully not. We can take turns driving if we need to.” I nodded.
“That might make things go faster.” She sat up and looked around the room. “I tend to run out of steam on long drives, and my car doesn’t have cruise control.”
We decided to save time by showering together, which really wasn’t that much of a time saver at all—because I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I massaged her clit while she stroked my cock until we both climaxed—one for the road, as she put it. I wasn’t sure if we were going to have much privacy when we got to her dorm, but I planned to get another hotel room once we arrived. The main thing we had to do was get her moved in. After that, we would have a few days to explore our relationship a little more—possibly even go on a couple of dates before I had to return to Los Angeles. It was the longest vacation I had ever taken, but it didn’t feel like nearly long enough. I was getting hooked on Holly in a way that had never happened to me before—in a way that I didn’t realize was possible for someone I had just met.
“Okay, are you ready to roll?” I looked over at Holly.
“Yeah, I think so. Let me call my parents, so they know what is going on.” She picked up her cell phone.
“I’ll get the car started. I’ll drive first if you want.” I took the keys from her hand.
“Sounds good, thank you.” She smiled and hit the button to dial her parents.
We stopped for a quick breakfast from a fast food place. It wasn’t my favorite, but it would save time. The coffee was a little better than what I had at the hotel, and Holly was able to get a soda. Once we made it back to the interstate, traffic moved at a pretty good pace. We passed the spot where the 18-wheeler jackknifed the day before, and it looked like there had been a fire on top of the chemical spill. It was a damn good thing we decided to get a room, because we would have been sitting there for hours, and would have needed to stop at some point regardless. Holly sent a few text messages to her friend, and after the third exchange, I had a little bit of concern.
“Your friend is driving, right?” I growled under my breath.
“Yeah.” She nodded quickly and kept tapping away on her phone.
“You really shouldn’t text her—at least wait until she’s stopped.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she sighed. “Okay.”
“You don’t do that, right?” I narrowed my eyes. “Texting and driving?”