Obsessed with a Daddy

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…”