Her Hollywood Daddy

by Renee Rose

  She shrieked and tried to close her knees, but he held them open.

  “Does this sweet little yoni want to come, too?” He rubbed her clit with his thumb at the same time he slid two fingers inside her.

  She writhed under him, her legs thrashing.

  He pumped his fingers in and out, all the while vibrating her clit until she gushed, bucking in the most beautiful display of combined orgasm and female ejaculation.

  *****

  Marissa bounced on her heels, unable to stop smiling. She couldn’t actually remember a time anyone had ever followed her whim when making plans. Maybe because she always deferred, letting others decide. Maybe because no one had ever asked her before what would make her happy.

  Joel had. Not only had he asked, he had delivered. Immediately. Somehow he’d arranged to fly them to Vegas on a private jet and they now stood in the elevator at Aria Resort and Casino, heading down to see Cirque.

  She slid a glance at Joel, delighted to find him watching her, as usual. She’d never been paid so much attention in her life.

  “Are you excited, little girl?” he asked, his lips tugging up in amusement.

  She flipped her pigtails. “Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, hoping the other people in the elevator wouldn’t hear. Or maybe she hoped they did. She wasn’t entirely sure. The two of them garnered a lot of attention as celebrities out on the town, with people pulling out their phones to snap pictures as they went by.

  She’d dressed to please her daddy, using her best attempt at sexy Little clothes. Joel had promised to take her shopping for more baby girl outfits the next day. Tonight she wore a baby doll dress, the kind with the fabric gathered between her breasts and falling loosely to mid-thigh with a pair of kitten heels. She had a pair of panties with a bow on the back and a cut-out to reveal the top of her buttocks. She’d gone simple with the make-up—lots of mascara to bat her lashes, a touch of rouge and an almost bare gloss on her lips.

  The elevator doors opened and everyone stood back as Joel ushered her out and down the hall. A long line had queued for the show, but the man taking tickets looked over and waved them ahead of the line.

  “Good evening, Mr. Sutherland, Ms. Sparks. Welcome to our show.”

  They thanked him and walked down the aisle to front row seats. Joel waited for her to sit, but the moment he sat down, she stood back up and scrambled onto his lap. “Thank you, Daddy,” she purred in his ear. To the people seated behind them, she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll move when the show starts.”

  “Is that Marissa Sparks?” one of them asked and they whipped out their cell phones to snap photos.

  She wiggled on Joel’s lap, feeling his cock hard under her bottom. She slipped her sandal off and ran her bare toes up the inside of his pant leg.

  He squeezed her thigh. “My baby girl is excited, isn’t she?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

  The lights dimmed and the show began. She slid to her own seat and sat back to take in the sleek bodies moving in choreographed acrobatics. Each act was more riveting than the last, and she gasped and applauded with the rest of the audience. As a performer herself, she loved a well-executed show. And she wasn’t the type who sat back and criticized or got snarky. If entertainers were working hard to give it their all, she gave them her full enthusiasm as an audience member.

  “That was amazing,” she exclaimed when the show ended. She jumped to her feet to give them a standing ovation.

  Of course, Joel’s eyes were on her. And not in a critical way. She soaked up his attention, although she knew she shouldn’t get used to it. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you so much for taking me here!”

  His hand slid down her back and patted her bottom. “Anything for my baby girl,” he said.

  Warmth flooded her chest.

  He led her upstairs to the luxury suite he had booked. “What part did you like best?” he asked.

  “I loved it all. They were so talented. And the music!” She stopped gushing, realizing how silly she sounded. “I know, I’m a dork. I can’t help it—I love live performances. I should’ve been on Broadway, but I don’t sing.”

  Joel took off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt.

  She kicked off her heels and started to pull out one of the bands around her pigtail.

  “Don’t—” he said. “Leave those in. I want to fuck you with the pigtails.”

  She shivered, loving it when he sounded so base. No one had ever spoken to her that way before. She rewrapped the band and pulled on her hair to lift the pigtail high on her head. She turned her head from side to side, whipping the pigtails around.

  “I’ve wanted to see that show for years, but Bev always rolled her eyes and made fun of me, so I never went.”

  Joel stopped on his way to the bathroom with his cosmetic case. He looked at her thoughtfully and opened his mouth, then shut it and continued onto the bathroom.

  “What?” she demanded, following him in.

  He didn’t look at her as he took his sonic toothbrush out of the bag and applied a thick line of toothpaste along the bristles.

  “What were you going to say?”

  He turned slowly, pursing his lips.

  “What?”

  “Do you need Bev’s approval to go?”

  All her giddy excitement evaporated; anger seared like a hot curling iron. She put her hands on her hips. “No,” she snapped. “All I’m saying is that no one would ever go with me before. I was trying to thank you.” Her voice snarled in the same tone he had spanked her for using with him earlier. Her bottom clenched at the memory, but she held her ground, glaring at him.

  His face remained impassive as he regarded her little snit.

  Her heart jumped erratically in her chest, defensive anger and a vague panic tangling around each other. Was he being her daddy right now, or just Joel? Had she just offended him for real?

  “Do you like being a victim?” he asked.

  She flinched, his words cutting her. Wanting to inflict the same pain, she drew back her palm and slapped him across the face.

  When he turned away, she went cold and her knees buckled.

  What had she done? Had she crossed a line? And the real question that had her blood pressure building: would he break up with her over it?

  *****

  He turned away so she wouldn’t see his surprise, his eyes smarting from the sting. He drew a deep breath to calm the instinctual anger that flared with any physical attack.

  “Joel?” She sounded lost. No, terrified. The fact that she’d called him “Joel” instead of “Daddy,” told him how much she feared he’d reject her for this.

  His irritation drained. He’d hurt her feelings and she’d lashed out. He shouldn’t have pushed her so far. He turned back. “That was very naughty,” he said evenly. “Would you like Daddy to slap you across the face?”

  She searched his face. “Yes?” she offered.

  The unexpected answer give him a pang in his chest.

  Marissa was watching him with wide eyes. He opened his arms. “Come here, baby girl.”

  She flung herself into them so hard he stumbled back.

  He wrapped her up tight in his embrace, kissing the top of her head. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  She twisted her fingers into his shirt.

  “I’m sorry.” He rocked her like a slow dance in middle school, their bodies locked together in a swaying shuffle. “I’m not criticizing. I’m on your side, baby girl. I just wanted you to think about why you’ve given your power over to others and what you get out of it.”

  She pushed away from him, and dropped to a crouch, covering her ears with her hands.

  “Sweet girl,” he said, kneeling beside her and pulling the little ball that made up her body onto his lap and into his arms. “I’m not judging. I’m just asking the question.”

  Her tear-streaked face popped out of her folded arms. “But I’ve given my power to you,” she cried.

 
; “I know, baby. You made a conscious choice to do so. I hope there are some rewards besides just staying in the movie.” His gut tightened and he dropped his voice at the end of the sentence. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to answer that. He rushed forward. “I just want to be sure you’re making a conscious choice about the rest of your life.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Okay. I’ll drop it for now. But I have a feeling it will come up again, sweet pea. And when it does, there will be no slapping,” he said, giving her his most stern daddy look.

  She dropped her chin and pushed her lower lip forward. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “You’re going to be very sorry, little one. Take off your dress and stand in the corner with your panties down.”

  She scrambled to obey, one hundred percent submissive again. So vulnerable, so sweet. He needed to remember to tread very carefully on the subject of her family. It was the issue that most blocked her, but he would do everyone a disservice if he managed to get in the middle of her relationship with her mom and sister. Somehow, whatever change happened, would have to come completely from her, in her own time.

  He watched her as the babydoll dress fluttered to her feet and she stepped out of it, walking to the corner. She looked over her shoulder at him and he raised his eyebrows expectantly. His cock stiffened as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and lowered them to her thighs.

  He took off his belt, making sure she heard the sound of it whiz through the loops.

  Her shoulders raised by a half-inch and she started to look over her shoulder, but stopped herself.

  “Marissa, I want you to come over here and bend over the bed.”

  She turned and started to pull up her panties, but catching the small shake of his head, stopped. “Sorry,” she muttered, blushing as she shuffled over to the bed with the panties tangling around her thighs.

  His cock thickened.

  He strolled up behind her and gripped her ass, squeezing roughly. Although she still showed marks from her punishment earlier, she didn’t flinch at his touch. Satisfied she could take another spanking, he wound the buckle end of his belt around his fist.

  “You were a very naughty girl, Marissa,” he said, bringing the belt down across her bottom.

  She gasped and lifted onto her toes.

  He struck her again and again, loving the whap of leather against bare skin and her little cries of pain.

  After five strokes, she began to kick up one heel and list to the side to avoid the belt.

  He pressed his hand into her lower back. “Hold still, baby girl, or my belt will catch your hip.”

  “I can’t,” she moaned. “It hurts, Daddy.”

  He kept whipping her as he spoke. “I know, sweetheart, but Daddy has to punish you before we can move on.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice catching on a sob.

  He spanked on, watching her fingers twist into the covers, and her back heave with labored breath.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please no more! I’ll never, ever slap you again! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she began to plead, her feet prancing on the ground in a frantic dance.

  He gave her thirty-five strokes in all, then dropped the belt and rubbed her flaming bottom.

  Her breath was coming in sobs, but he couldn’t see if she was actually crying or not. She turned her head to the side. “Oh, please take me, Daddy,” she whispered.

  His cock swelled, pressing against his zipper. He had thought she would need a cuddle first, or time to recover, but hearing the lust in her voice made the blood rush in his ears. He gripped her ass, squeezing her heated flesh.

  She moaned and spread her feet wider, pushing back at him.

  He slid a finger over her glossy slit. “My baby liked her spanking.”

  “No, sir,” she said in a tiny voice.

  “No?”

  She twisted to look over her shoulder, then started to erect herself.

  He pushed her back down.

  “No, Daddy,” she insisted. “I don’t like to be in trouble with you. I really don’t.” Her brow furrowed and she rolled her face down on the bedspread. “I just need you now, that’s all,” she said, her words muffled in the fabric.

  His heart contracted painfully. “Of course you do, sweetheart,” he said, sliding his finger over her plump folds. Her pussy was open and wet, so ready for him. “I will always give you what you need after your punishment has been concluded.”

  “Please,” she pleaded. “Now?”

  *****

  Joel chuckled and she heard the crinkle of a condom. “Daddy’s going to take you hard tonight, little girl,” he threatened, but his cock entered her like a caress. “Daddy’s going to take your pussy and your ass until you’re too sore to walk tomorrow.”

  The muscles of her pelvic floor fluttered with excitement, even as her mind protested. She whimpered.

  He pushed in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes, nearly withdrawing completely before re-entering. The tease was killing her.

  “Daddy, I need you,” she whined.

  He shoved in hard and she sucked in her breath with a gulp. “Like that?” He pulled back and slammed in hard again.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, please. Please take me hard, Daddy.”

  He groaned and she sensed his loss of control. He pounded into her, taking her roughly, punishing her blazing ass with the slap of his flesh against hers. She should have known pain would feel this good. She’d been suffering her whole life for her art. How much more beautiful to offer up her pain for his pleasure. For her pleasure.

  Reaching around the front of her, he pinched one nipple between his fingers, squeezing until she squealed and writhed to get away. When he released it, she went limp.

  “Ow, oh God,” she moaned. “Da-deeee.” She loved calling him Daddy. This game they played felt so natural to her. She knew her lines, knew her part without needing to study the script. She’d been born to this role.

  He slid his hand down her torso, over her shaven mound. He diddled her clit, rubbing the swollen nub and sending streaks of pleasure shooting through her.

  She lost her mind completely. She screamed as her entire body jerked in wave after wave of clenching muscles and undeniable pleasure. He pulled out before she’d finished but continued to flick her sensitive nub as she came and came.

  She finished, melting into the bed with the exquisite release. The sound of a bottle squirting lube reached her ears, but her brain had exited with her orgasm, so she didn’t realize his intent until she felt the head of his cock at her back entrance.

  She immediately tightened her cheeks and lurched forward, trying to climb up on the bed.

  Joel smacked the back of her thigh hard enough to make her yelp. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  She whimpered, no good answer coming to mind.

  “I told you I was going to punish your naughty little bottom and that means you get used in your most private hole.”

  She squeezed her cheeks even tighter.

  He slapped each one twice. “Open up for Daddy. Show me you can be a good girl.”

  She willed herself to relax, first one cheek, then the other.

  “Reach back and pull your cheeks apart for me.”

  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.r />
  “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.