Obsessed with a Daddy

“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.”