Her Hollywood Daddy (11 page)

Mortified, she turned her face into the bed, but reached back with both hands and spread her bottom to reveal her quivering anus.

“That’s it,” he said, pushing his cock against it again.

She flinched, but forced herself to exhale and relax.

“Open for me,” he said, applying more pressure to her sphincter.

“I can’t,” she whined, afraid it would hurt.

“Push back like you’re bearing down.”

Apparently she was incapable of disobeying him. Her body immediately complied and suddenly the head of his cock had breached her entrance. She gasped at the intrusion.

“Stop. It’s too big,” she cried, the stretching sensation frightening her.

“I’m not too big. Your little bottom just needs to get used to taking Daddy’s cock.”

Oh God. His lurid words had an intoxicating effect on her body. Her limbs melted like butter, the pucker of her anus relaxing and allowing him to push deeper.

“Daddy…” she whimpered, not because it hurt, just because it scared her.

“You’re doing a good job, baby girl. Open for Daddy. Don’t resist. You belong to your daddy. Your little body is for Daddy to take whenever he wants.”

All her bones disappeared. She’d become hot liquid, yielding to him as he plunged ever deeper. The sensation was too intense. Too fantastic, too much. She wanted more and she wanted it to stop at the same time. She needed to come again. She wanted release. She wanted him to take her harder and not move at all.

She began to whimper non-stop.

Joel cupped her nape, somehow both pinning her down and comforting her at the same time. He picked up the tempo, which she desperately craved, even as she tore at the covers and squealed with the sensation.

“Too much,” she managed to gasp.

“Give yourself over to me,” he commanded, not slowing or lessening the pounding he was giving her.

She had no choice but to comply—her resistance caused tightening, which caused pain. “Take me, Daddy,” she mumbled, riding the crest of a wave of tormenting pleasure until it crashed with his coveted release. He buried his cock deep in her ass and came. When he finished, he didn’t pull out, but moved her hips away from the bed and reached between her legs. She expected him to tease her clit again, but to her shock, he slapped her pussy.

Over and over again, he spanked her delicate folds until she came once more, his cock plugging her ass her voice raised in a howl. As her muscles fluttered, he pulled out of her ass and plunged his fingers in her pussy, wiggling them against her contracting walls.

She would’ve sank to the floor if he hadn’t picked her up and laid her on the bed, curling up beside her and covering her with blankets. “I love you,” she murmured, then froze, her breath catching. “I mean…” Her heart began to pound. What the hell was wrong with her? This wasn’t love. This wasn’t even a relationship. She didn’t know what the hell it was, but she sure knew one didn’t go declaring one’s love in the first two days of a purely sexual relationship.

“It’s okay,” he said, kissing her forehead. “You can say
I love you
without it being a solemn vow of eternal commitment. Love is a state of being. You’re feeling it right now and you expressed it.” He kissed her forehead again. “I’m feeling it, too, sweet girl.”

She exhaled and curled into his body. Her heart still ricocheted around in her chest. She ought to be relieved by his understanding. Why, then, had disappointment begun to leak into her bliss like a dark stain of ink?

“Please, please, please don’t give me an enema today?” Marissa pleaded the next morning, turning her best puppy dog eyes on him, and clasping her hands under her chin in supplication. “My cold sore looks so much better.”

“And that’s the best reason to continue with your treatment,” he said, hiding his amusement.

“No, but Daddy—”

He arched a brow. “Yes?”

Her face flushed beautifully. “My bottom hole hurts today. From last night. Please can we skip a day on the enema? Please?”

She was too adorable to resist. He let his smile show. “All right. If you’re a good girl all day, we’ll skip it. But if you misbehave I will give it to you as punishment, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, beaming.

“Come on, we’re going to a juice bar, and then shopping.”

“For my Little clothes?” she asked, looking eager.

“Yes. Vegas is the perfect place to find every sort of costume under the sun. And I have quite a few I’ve been picturing you in.”

“Is one of them a Catholic school girl?”

His cock thickened as his brain produced an image of her bent over his desk with her panties down. “Certainly. Along with Little Bo Peep, Alice in Wonderland, and footie pajamas with a drop bottom in case I need to spank you before bed.”

“What should I wear to go shopping?”

“Mmm. I can’t really get enough of your short shorts. I’d like to see them with some tube socks and rollerskates and a halter top.”

“And pigtails?”

“Of course.”

She hopped out of the bed, then stopped. “Daddy, may I please take a shower now?”

He smiled. “No. Daddy’s going to give his little girl a bath this morning. I need to inspect your little body.” He swung his legs off the bed and stopped to pick her up, hoisting her to his hip. She made it easy for him, knowing just when to jump and wrapping her legs around his waist to support her weight. He carried her into the bathroom and started the water running. “Hop in, little girl,” he said, patting her bottom.

She stepped in the tub, lowering herself to sit and then lie back. She’d lost the seductiveness she’d shown in their first few encounters. Now it seemed she’d dropped fully into her Little self. She looked up at him with a giddy pleasure, as if nothing pleased her more than splashing in the bath. “Are you coming in, Daddy?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

“No. Daddy’s going to wash and inspect his baby girl.” He picked up a washcloth and soaked it. He brought it to her neck, dragging it over the slope of her shoulder and down her arm, massaging each finger as he reached her hand. He repeated the action on the other side, then rubbed the terry cloth over her nipples.

She giggled and moved away as if he’d tickled her. “Daddy,” she protested.

He made his face into a frown. “Rissa,” he said in a warning tone. “A spanking on a wet bottom would not be a nice way to start the day, and then I’d have to give you that enema, too.

She immediately went still, her large eyes blinking and obedient. “Okay. Sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s right. When Daddy wants to touch his baby girl, she must give herself without complaint.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, looking shy.

He rolled the pebbled tip of one nipple between his finger and thumb as he rubbed the other with the washcloth. When she jerked, he tightened his grip on her nipple, pinching it and pulling it.

She gasped and leaned forward to follow the movement, her expression alarmed.

He smiled. “That’s a good girl.” He released her nipple and she fell back, panting. He resumed with the washcloth, stroking every inch of her. Then he had her dip her head in so he could shampoo.

She moaned when he massaged her scalp. “I’ve never had my hair washed before. I mean—” she giggled. “Not by a man. I mean not by a man who wasn’t my hair stylist. I’ve always wanted to—ever since I saw Out of Africa.”

“Wasn’t that movie before your time?”

“My mom loves Robert Redford. And she made sure I had a complete cinematic education,” she said. “It’s one thing she did right, I guess.”

He caught the sadness in her voice and he leaned over the tub to see her face. “Your mom must have done a lot right, because you’re a brilliant actress who has made it all the way to the top in just a few short years. Just because your career may have outgrown her management, doesn’t meant you can’t appreciate all she’s done for you.”

Marissa’s eyes filled with tears and she dropped her head, shoulders slumped. “I don’t want to fire her. I mean, I do, but...I can’t.”

“Hey,” he said, putting a finger under her chin. “You’ll know when the time has come and you’ll do it in a way that leaves you both satisfied.”

Marissa searched his face, as if wanting to believe him but not sure if she could.

He kissed her forehead. “You will. Just set your intention that it happen at the right time and in the perfect way and it will.”

She looked doubtful.

He reached between her feet and pulled the plug. “Time for your inspection,” he announced. He helped her out of the tub and dried her off.

“Interlace your fingers and put your hands on top of your head,” he said.

She covered her face with her hands first, making a rueful giggling sound. Then she spread her fingers and peeked shyly through at him. He had adored the coquette, but the emergence of Marissa’s younger persona warmed him. It meant she trusted him. Or at least he hoped it did. This persona was adorable, and while less sexualized, it gave him a sense of masculine power—his protective, care-taking instincts surging to the surface. Which didn’t mean he wouldn’t still play sexual with her, since she was okay with mixing the two.

He raised an eyebrow and she giggled nervously, lifting her hands and placing them on her head as he had requested. Her nipples jutted out with excitement. He trailed a finger along the inside of her arm, from her wrist to her armpit, brushing the sensitive skin.

She squirmed and giggled, twisting to dodge away, but not removing her hands from her head.

He opened a drawer and removed a small glass bottle of peppermint oil. He dripped a few drops on his fingertips and brought them to her nipples, circling them.

Her breath sucked in with a hiss.

He blew on her taut buds, knowing the peppermint gave them that cool-hot feeling and the air moving across them would intensify it.

She shivered and gave a little whimper of desire.

“Turn around, bend over and put your hands on the side of the tub,” he said, his voice rough.

She did as he asked, standing with her thighs pressed together.

“Open your legs.”

She widened her stance.

He stroked her buttocks and down the back of one thigh. Bringing both thumbs to her labia, he parted her outer lips. “Mmm, very pretty, Marissa.”

She bounced on her heels.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, lightly tapping her dewy slit. “You want Daddy to touch you here?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.

He picked up the bottle of oil and applied some to his fingertips. “All right, baby,” he said and rubbed the oil over her clit.

She gasped and brought her feet together, squeezing his hand with her thighs.

He brought his hand down on one cheek with a resounding slap. “None of that, Rissa-Roo. Daddy has put a special medicine on your naughty parts and you are not allowed to touch them unless Daddy gives you permission.”

“Will Daddy touch them?” she asked plaintively.

He chuckled and patted her bottom. “Not now, little one. Go get dressed.”

She erected herself and whirled around stomping her foot. “No fair,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

He grinned.

She turned and stomped out with a huff, but when he trailed her out, he found she was getting dressed as instructed, so he left her to it and took a quick shower. When he emerged she had dressed in her short shorts with a t-shirt tied up in the back to bare her midriff and stretch the material taut across her perky breasts.

“Good girl,” he said. “If you keep that up, Daddy might just let you come before the day is through.”

*****

Marissa’s naughty parts didn’t just tingle, the peppermint oil made them throb in a slow, pulsing heat that made her want to dig her fingernails into Joel’s back while he took her fast and hard. But it seemed that wasn’t going to happen right now.

He led her to the elevator and the moment the doors closed in the empty car, he shoved his hand down her shorts, his fingers rubbing her screaming clit. She didn’t care if the doors opened and the entire world found them having sex, she wanted him then and there.

But he seemed bent on torturing her, because as quickly as his hand had dived down her pants, he withdrew it, smirking. The elevator doors opened and he led her out.

“Meanie,” she muttered as he led her to the front of the casino where a limo stood waiting.

He spoke to the limo driver and settled into the seat, then pulled her onto his lap, spreading her legs wide and rubbing his fingers along the seam of her shorts. Close to orgasm, she grasped his hand to make him press harder, but he slapped her inner thigh. “Naughty girl. Do you remember what Daddy said? You are not allowed to orgasm until I give you permission. Do I need to spank your naughty bottom right here in this limo?”

She must be deranged, because she wanted to say yes. The idea of being spanked in the back of a limousine, with the danger of the driver hearing sounded
ü
ber hot to her. Her need to please him won out, though and she gave him her full obedience.

Joel took her to a mall first, where they hit the lingerie stores and he bought her all kinds of cute panties with bows and ruffles. He made her try on babydoll negligees for him, then pushed his way into the changing stall with her, once more tormenting her throbbing clit with pinching and rubs. Still, he did not allow her to climax.

Next he took her to a sex costume shop, where they found all the outfits and more. Sweet little princess dresses, Catholic school girl outfits, little German barmaid, Alice in Wonderland. They bought white ankle socks trimmed with lace, and knee socks and rollerskates. The actress in her revelled at the chance to play each and every part to perfection for her delicious daddy.

On the flight back home, she modeled the school girl outfit.

“Get over my lap for a lesson with the ruler,” Joel said, waggling his eyebrows.

She glanced toward the cockpit. “This is only a thirty minute flight.”

“Thirty minutes is plenty of time to stripe your pretty little bottom. Now get over here.”

She giggled and draped herself over his knees.

He peeled the white ruffled-bottomed panties down and ran a hand over her skin. “Such a perfect bottom for spanking,” he observed.

She giggled, absurdly pleased with the compliment.

He slapped the ruler down, lightly at first, gradually working up his speed and the force behind it. When he pulled her in tight against him, her arm bent behind her back, she knew it was going to get intense. She didn’t mind—not when he held her that way, controlling her entire body, keeping her locked against his torso so she couldn’t wiggle or get away. Her pussy wept with desire as he lit a new fire on her backside.

He finished just before as the plane landed, pulling her to his lap and holding her close for the landing.

“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear.

She closed her eyes, drinking in the warmth, her bottom burning almost as hot as her heart.

Too bad this couldn’t be real. Too bad it was all just a fantasy, played out between two willing partners.