“Um…” She looked down and grimaced. “Rarely?”
“It’s dangerous. The severity of accidents has gone up significantly in the last ten years because of it—there were plenty of patients we could have saved in the ER if the other driver had just been paying attention.” I felt my jaw tighten up.
“That sounds like something a doctor and a Daddy would say…” She looked down at her phone. “Okay, I won’t do it again.”
“Thank you.” I looked over at her for a second and smiled but kept one eye on the road.
Holly started asking a few questions about the whole Daddy thing. I wondered when she would finally bring it up. She didn’t seem to have any concerns with it the previous night when we were together but were trapped in the heat of the moment. After a little coaxing she admitted that it turned her on, and while she didn’t particularly enjoy the spanking, she couldn’t deny that it heightened the excitement. She definitely liked my dominant side and thought it blended well with our relationship due to the age difference. It added a little danger to things—and I got the impression she liked flirting with it. We worked out a safe word, and a few rules to keep things within the boundaries that made things comfortable for both of us. Before we knew it, hours had passed, and the scenery had changed to a desert.
“Were you serious about getting a hotel tonight?” Holly looked over at me.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I doubt they’re going to let me crash in your dorm room—even if you do have a private one.”
“They do have some rules about having guests…” She looked down and nodded.
“Why do you ask?” I raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
“All of this talk…” She grinned. “It’s kind of a turn-on…”
“Is that so?” I chuckled under my breath. “Well are you going to be a good girl for your Daddy tonight—or a bad girl?”
“You’ll have to wait and find out.” She bit down on her bottom lip and grinned.
That devious flicker in her eye is answering that question for me—she might not have particularly enjoyed the spanking, but she’s aching to be across my knee again.
Chapter Eight
Holly
We arrived in Arizona, and after filling out some paperwork at the front office, I got the key to my dorm. The Resident Assistant for my dorm on the private hall was a guy named Dave who looked like he had been a student for at least twice as long as he should hav
e been—or started really late. He also appeared to be rather nonchalant and smelled like weed, so I doubted I would have many issues with him. Everette and I moved my boxes into the dorm and unpacked a few of them. It was late, and we were both hungry, so we decided to walk to what was supposed to be a cafe called Gavin’s Arizona Grub near the dorm. Dave said they had good food—but I had my doubts when I saw that it basically looked like a dive and more of a bar than a cafe.
“I’m pretty sure the guys at that table aren’t old enough to have a pitcher of beer.” I laughed and motioned to a group that appeared to be having a chugging contest.
“That’s probably why Dave likes it so much—maybe the food will be good.” Everette shrugged and led me to a booth in the corner.
“Everything is fried…” I scanned the menu. “That’s promising.”
“They managed to fry a salad.” Everette blinked in surprise. “The only one on the menu is topped with a chopped up chicken tender and served with toast—the doctors in the cardiology wing at the hospital wouldn’t even let their patients walk through the door of this place.”
I decided to get a chicken sandwich, fried, since that was the only option on the menu, and a side of fries. Everette seemed to have developed a morbid fascination with the only salad they offered, so he ordered it. I mainly just wanted to eat because it was necessary—my thoughts were already on the night that we were going to have. I wasn’t lying to him when I said talking about it in the car turned me on—I felt like I was literally on the edge of an orgasm before we got to my dorm room, and my panties hadn’t even left my hips.
“Hopefully the food is actually fried when we order it and isn’t just sitting in the back somewhere…” I looked around nervously. “Judging by the way this place looks, it could go either way.”
“If it’s really bad, we’ll just go somewhere else.” Everette shrugged. “I’m sure there are some other places within walking distance.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to visit this place on a regular basis.” I looked down at my soda and pulled the straw into my mouth so I could take a sip.
“Do you want to do some more work in your dorm room after we finish?” Everette raised his eyebrows inquisitively. “I need to do a little shopping if I’m going to be here a few days—I definitely need a change of clothes.”
“Why don’t you do that and get the hotel room?” My lips curled into a grin. “I can join you in a little while…”
I could use some time to plan anyway—if I’m going to be a bad girl tonight for my Daddy.
“That sounds good. I’ll take an Uber.” He nodded.
Our food arrived, and despite the atmosphere, it was actually quite good. There was nothing healthy on either side of the table and Everette’s salad was a disgrace to lettuce, but I tried a few bites and found that it worked—somehow. After we finished our meal, Everette paid the check, and we shared one last kiss before heading in opposite directions. We exchanged cell phone numbers, and Everette said he would text me once he was settled into the hotel. I returned to my dorm and for some reason, Dave gave me a random high five on the way to my room—college life was certainly going to be interesting, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. I did a little work in my dorm room, called my parents to make sure they knew I had arrived, checked in with Amelia, and then got changed so I would be ready to go when I got Everette’s text message.