Disciplining the Director's Daughter (Hollywood After Dark Book 1)

by Carpenter, Maggie

  “Especially my spanking,” she sighed.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  After breakfast and a tumble between the sheets, they browsed in the hotel shop and bought what they needed. Zach had booked them each a massage at the spa, and when they were done they moved leisurely to the pool where they basked in the sun and became engrossed in conversation. They shared memories, both fond and sad, and after an afternoon nap they returned to the restaurant for dinner.

  “This has been one of the best days ever,” Kylie said happily. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.”

  “Me too, and I didn’t mention this earlier, but I have never slept the way I did last night.”

  “Now it’s my turn to say, me too,” Kylie said. “I never sleep like that. It was heaven.”

  “It’s only been a day, but I feel as if I’ve been gone for a week,” Zach remarked.

  “You work so hard, you must have needed a break,” she said reaching across the table to hold his hand.

  “You’re right, and I didn’t realize just how much.”

  The waiter arrived and they both ordered fish, so Zach decided on a bottle of Chardonnay.

  “Don’t forget the rule,” he said firmly.

  “I know, a maximum of two glasses, you don’t have to remind me.”

  “Better to be sure. I don’t want a scene.”

  “I promise, no scenes, at least not for a while,” she winked.

  There was a warm comfort between them, and they laughed and joked through dinner, returning to their suite arm-in-arm. As they wandered inside, Kylie turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “I have a surprise for you,” she whispered.

  “You do?”

  “I do. This afternoon when I slipped back here to get my sunglasses I made a detour.”

  “What are you talking about? What kind of detour?”

  “Go into the bedroom and wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “Should I be scared?” he grinned.

  “Maybe,” she giggled.

  He softly kissed her, and feeling her body mold against his stirred his cock to life.

  “Don’t make me wait too long,” he warned.

  “I won’t,” she promised.

  Wandering into the bedroom he felt truly happy, and after stripping off and lowering the lights, he slipped into bed and let out a sigh.

  What a turn of events this has been. I sure as hell didn’t expect any of it when I invited her to dinner.

  A few minutes passed, and when the door opened and she walked in, his eyes grew wide and he let out a low whistle. Dressed in a black lace bra, black lace panties, a garter belt and stockings, she looked like a Victoria’s Secret model.

  “Whoa, Nellie,” he breathed sitting up as she stood at the side of the bed.

  “They didn’t have any handcuffs,” she said softly, “so I bought this black scarf.”

  “Oh, Kylie, you are truly speaking my language,” he purred as he rose from the bed and stood next to her.

  “I’ve always wanted to be tied up,” she breathed.

  “What about being blindfolded?”

  “Yes, that too.”

  “Right, well, you’ve met the right man,” he said huskily. “Give me the scarf and turn around.”

  “Zach, my heart is beating like mad.”

  “Excellent,” he grinned. “Now do as I said, turn around.”

  Shuffling her feet she turned her back to him, and expertly folding the scarf he slipped it over her eyes. Hearing a quick intake of breath as he tied it securely behind her head, he dropped his lips to her shoulder and began kissing, traveling his mouth up to her neck.

  “Zach,” she breathed, “I’m feeling weak again.”

  “Hmmm, that’s exactly how you should feel,” he purred walking around her. “Sit on the bed, I’ll be right back.”

  Guiding her to edge of the mattress he sat her down, then hurried into the bathroom and pulled the tie from the robe hanging on the back of the door.

  Kylie had read erotic novels involving Dominance and submission, and there had been scenes in the film, Fifty Shades of Grey, that had sent her reeling. For many years she had fantasized about being with a man she could trust enough to help her take that leap of faith. As she waited for Zach to return, her heart racing, she couldn’t believe the moment was upon her.

  Zach, I knew you were like this. I don’t know how but I did.

  Of course you knew. He threatened to spank you. How could you not know?

  True, but still, I mean, he could have been joking around, and I had no idea I’d like him so much.

  Yes, you did! You’ve liked him for ages.

  You’re right, I have. I’m so glad I’m here. I’m so glad I found the courage to do this.

  She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear him walking towards her, and when he touched his finger to her chin to tilt up her head, she jumped.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “You didn’t, I mean, you did, but it’s fine.”

  His lips brushed against hers, and as he gently kissed her he ran his fingertips down her arm.

  “You’re so sweet when you want to be,” he crooned sitting next to her. “Raise your hands and lock your fingers together.”

  As he wrapped the soft terry cloth cord around her wrists, it offered so much length he carried it up to her elbows before tying it off.

  “A self-made bondage mitten,” he remarked. “How does it feel?”

  “Amazing, I love it,” she whispered.

  “Move yourself on to the bed and rest on your elbows and knees.”

  He watched her salaciously attired body move across the bed and assume the position he’d requested, and as she settled he fetched a condom from the nightstand drawer.

  “I have a new name for you,” he said as he kneeled behind her and moved his hands over her pantied cheeks. “I’m going to call you Kitten. Would you like to know why?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Yes, please, Sir,” he corrected her, underscoring the command with a smack.

  “Ouch, yes, please, Sir,” she replied.

  “First, because you have such a lovely pussy,” he mumbled as he slipped his finger into the gusset of her underwear, “and every time I call you Kitten, you’ll remember this moment. Your first time tied and blindfolded.”

  “I will,” she sighed. “I’ll never forget this.”

  “The second, because of your very sharp tongue. Kittens have sharp claws, and your tongue can be much the same way, can’t it, Kitten?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Kittens are playful and naughty, but soft and cuddly, like you.”

  “Thank you, Sir. I do love cuddling into you, and you make me feel soft. I’ve never felt that way before, not really.”

  “I know,” he said warmly as his finger began teasing her clit.

  “Oh, Sir, that feels so good.”

  Shifting to kneel at her side, he encircled her waist, and pulling her knickers into her crack he began spanking her lightly.

  “Just enough to bring a fresh bloom to these cheeks,” he declared.

  She wriggled and moaned as his hot hand delivered its stinging love, then taking hold of the waistband of the panties, he slid them down her legs and slipped them off.

  “Spread your legs and arch your back,” he ordered.

  Burying her head into her wrapped forearms she did as he said, feeling a hot blush at the lewdness of her position, but when his finger slid into her waiting cunt, all thought evaporated.

  “You understand, Kitten, that if you want to be my submissive your body becomes mine to do with as I wish.”

  “Zach, Sir, are you asking me to be your submissive?” she asked breathlessly.

  Her question shook him. His statement had spilled out of him without thought, and it had felt as natural as breathing.

  What the hell? Have I jumped the gun? Am I assuming too
much? Shit.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked softly.

  “I do,” she whimpered. “That’s exactly what I want, I want to be a submissive, but I want it to be with you, I mean, will you be my Dominant? Is that the right thing to ask?”

  “Drop down on your stomach,” he said quietly, and stretching alongside her he slid the scarf off her eyes, resting it on her forehead.

  “Did I say something wrong?” she asked with a worried frown.

  “No, no, you said something right,” he said quickly. “I just need to look at you for this conversation. Kylie, I didn’t meant to jump the gun. If I did, I’m truly sorry.”

  “You didn’t,” she said urgently. “I’ve wanted this for…uh…a really long time. I’ve just never felt right about it. I mean, I’ve just never felt like I was with the right person.”

  “My God, Kylie, it’s not easy finding someone to have this with. It’s been years since I’ve shared my life with a woman who wants me to be who I am.”

  “I do,” she whispered. “I want you to be who you are. I want to learn who I am. Honestly. I’ve read books, and I’ve thought about it so much. Please will you teach me?”

  A surge of feeling fired through his soul, and he pulled her against him.

  “Yes, a thousand times yes,” he sighed holding her tightly.

  “I’m so happy right now,” she mumbled. “I can’t believe it.”

  Pulling back he stared at her for a moment, then gently moving the blindfold back across her eyes, he clutched her hair, tugged it back and kissed her.

  His mouth overflowed with the ardent feelings burning inside him. He kissed her as her Dominant; demanding, reassuring, fervently and with love, and as she responded, yielding and surrendering, he felt his Dominant soul explode into full life.

  Breaking away he moved behind her, and grabbing her hips he pulled her on to her knees. Pushing her legs apart he thrust two fingers into her soaked cunt, and as he toyed and teased he began lightly spanking her. She moaned and mewled, and as the power of their short, heartfelt conversation overwhelmed him, he abruptly stopped to slide the condom over his cock. Thrusting forward, he pumped with robust, slow strokes, then dropping a hand underneath her, he began to massage her clit.

  “Oh, Sir,” she wailed, “please, please.”

  “Please what?” he growled.

  “Please, fuck me harder.”

  Abruptly he stopped.

  “Be still, be completely still and silent,” he said firmly. “If you move, my hand will swat your ass. Hard.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  Slowly withdrawing, he left the head of his cock teasingly buried.

  “I will fuck you as I see fit,” he said sternly. “You will only offer your thoughts when I ask for them.”

  Without warning he plunged forward, eliciting a wail, and immediately his hand landed with a stinging blow.

  “Ooh, I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Your body is now mine to do with as I choose. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You may ask for permission to come, but other than that you will not speak.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His thrusting began anew, and again he dropped his fingers to tantalize her clit, but he constantly changed his pace, using his cock to bring her to the brink, then slowing it down, keeping her on the edge. Listening carefully to her groans and moans, and watching her body, he knew she was teetering, and satisfied she had learned the lesson, his hand left her pussy to grasp her hip.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard now, and you may come at will.”

  “Ooh, thank you, Sir.”

  Lost in the delicious pleasure he rode her forward, spanking her when her body grew taut and she bucked back at him. She came with a ferocious growl, and as her pussy clutched his cock and he spewed into its sheath, still he rode her, milking both their moments for as long as he was able.

  Moments later, when her arms were untied, her blindfold was off, and he was softly kissing her, she bleated his name and hugged him with a strength he didn’t know she possessed.

  “Easy, Kitten,” he said softly.

  “It’s such a b-big thing,” she stammered.

  “I know, and you’re safe with me.”

  “That’s how I feel. Safe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as safe as I do now.”

  “And you are, Kitten, I promise, you are,” he crooned.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  It was early Sunday evening when Zach dropped Kylie off at her complex. After enjoying a long lunch they’d spent the afternoon shopping in the upscale stores in Beverly Hills. She had several shopping bags, and lucky enough to snare a parking space near her complex, Zach helped her carry them up to her door.

  “It feels weird being back here,” she remarked as she searched for her keys. “It’s as if what we shared at the Bel Air was real, and this isn’t.”

  “I know what you mean,” he replied.

  “I don’t want to be away from you,” she murmured sadly, pausing to gaze up at him before she put the key in the lock. “This is going sound totally ridiculous, but I swear, I miss you already.”

  “Let’s get these inside,” he suggested not wanting to talk in the hallway.

  Unlocking her door she held it open for him as he walked in with her shopping bags, and taking in his surroundings he nodded approvingly.

  “This is great,” he declared putting the bags down and moving across to the sliding glass doors that offered a panoramic view of the ocean.

  “You like it?”

  “I do, very much. You have a fabulous view. I wouldn’t have guessed it from the street, and it’s very light and airy.”

  “Are you sure we can’t spend the night together?” she pleaded, walking up to him and curling her arms around his waist.

  “I’m sure,” he sighed. “I have to be in Sam’s office early in the morning, and I have things I have to get done before then.”

  “Boo hoo,” she grumbled.

  “I have some homework for you though. Let’s sit for a minute,” he said taking her hand and walking to her couch.

  “Homework? What kind of homework?”

  “I want to know about your fantasies,” he began as he sat down, “and that includes the clothes you’d like to wear. You should explore D/s on the net, though I’m sure you already have, right?”

  “You could say that,” she laughed.

  “I want you to make three lists. Fantasies you definitely want to experience, the ones you’re not sure about, and those that are off limits.”

  “I will. I’d love to do that.”

  “I know this has happened fast, but it doesn’t feel like it,” she remarked. “Maybe it’s because I’ve seen you around for years, or because you lectured so much when I was in school.”

  “I agree. It’s as if we’ve known each other much longer than we have. It’s strange, but it feels right.”

  “So right,” she sighed leaning into him.

  “Before I go I want to ask you something. What happened with Angelo? You two were the darlings of Hollywood for a while.”

  “Angelo? What can I say? I was drawn to Angelo because he was sort of old-fashioned. He was like a throwback, a real take-charge Italian.”

  “Huh. Sounds just right for you,” he said thoughtfully. “I’m surprised it didn’t work.”

  “It was me, I have a problem with actors. I was hoping with him it would be different, but it wasn’t.”

  “What’s the problem?”

  “I can’t shake the feeling they’re with me because of my father.”

  “Ah, I can understand that.”

  “I don’t think Angelo was, but it was in the back of my mind. There were a couple of other things but that was-”

  “You don’t need to say anything more. I get it,” he nodded. “Thanks for telling me, and now, my beautiful, sexy Kitten, I must run.”

  “Kiss me?”

  “Try to stop
me,” he mumbled, and softly holding her face, he gently devoured her mouth. “I promise I’ll call you before I go to sleep tonight.”

  “Yes, please,” she sighed as they got to their feet. “Can I talk to you about my job offers? I have a couple more interviews this week.”

  “Of course you can.”

  She walked him out, and after kissing her again he headed down the hall. She watched him stride away then closed the door, and leaning back against it she smiled happily.

  Zach Taylor is my Dominant? I can’t believe it.

  Aren’t you the lucky girl?

  So lucky! So lucky I almost want to cry.

  Driving home Zach felt exhilarated, but his mind was racing. It had never occurred to him that Kylie was a submissive-in-waiting.

  She’s not going to be a cakewalk, that’s for sure. Years of being indulged, a fiery temper, and smart, so smart. Interesting about Angelo. I guess I need to have a talk to Anna Lee about this. That’s going to be tough. Even though there’s nothing romantic between us I won’t feel right about spanking her now, at least I don’t think I will. I can certainly be there for her, but things are going to change. That’s a tough one. No easy answer.

  Pulling into his garage, he carried his two shopping bags straight to the bedroom, then stripping quickly he stood under the shower and let the hot water wash off the day. As much as he enjoyed Beverly Hills and all it had to offer, he was happy to return to his home near the beach. The air smelled cleaner, and there was a perpetual breeze.

  Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a sweater, he grabbed his cellphone and headed into his home office. As he settled behind his desk and opened up his briefcase, his mind wandered to the abrupt firing of Curtis Fielding. He’d never particularly liked the guy, and he’d suspected Curtis wouldn’t be there for much longer, but it had seemed sudden.

  “Ah, well, nothing to do with me,” he muttered, and began to making notes for his meeting with Sam.

  Moonbeams and Fairy Dust was about to take its first step forward, and developing any project was not for the faint of heart. Sam’s few suggestions would be the proverbial drop in the bucket. The film would get made if the writer had skin tough enough to take the beating.

  Everyone would have an opinion, but with an independent production company like Titan the process wasn’t as grueling as it was with a major studio. Sam was the King, and though he was tough he had a way of gently persuading people to see things from his point of view.