Did she?She’d been happy enough with him.Except now she knew he was a two-timing playboy who had just slept with her sister while his girlfriend had passed out in the room below.“No,” she said decisively.As she said the word, a weight cleared from her chest.She didn’t want to be with Billy Foxx, so his betrayal meant significantly less than it had a few moments before.
She sucked on her lower lip.“You probably think I’m a mess.”
“No,” he said, his thumb stroking her cheekbone.“I think you’re a talented actress with incredible potential whose current lifestyle choices might be affecting her well-being.”
She looked at him from under her lashes, allowing a hint of coquettishness.“And I just need a daddy to look after me?”
HIs lips curved into a devastating smile.“That’s what I’m thinking.A very strict Daddy who will not hesitate to warm your bottom for you.”
She wanted to believe he could make it all better, but the underlying anxiety over her big-picture problems remained.She shoved them down to the pit of her belly and snuggled into his warm embrace.“Thank you,” she murmured.
“Are you hungry, little girl?”he asked, stroking her hip.“You must be.What have you eaten today?”
“I’m starving,” she admitted, starting to stand up.
He lifted her off his lap and stood, patting her bottom.It wasn’t nearly as sore as it had been an hour ago, which was slightly disappointing.
She wrapped his robe more tightly around her and trailed him into the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator door and peered inside.“Turkey sandwich?”
“I don’t eat bread, but sure.”
He paused.“Right.”He looked back in the fridge.
“It’s fine.I’ll just have the turkey.Do you want me to fix dinner?”
“No,” he said, pulling out the sandwich fixings.“I’m making dinner.Your time would best be served…” he paused as if inventing it as he went, “bending over that counter and showing Daddy your punished bottom.”
Something fluttered in her belly.Her head felt hot and buzzy.At the tender age of twenty-four, she’d spent more than half her lifetime performing.She understood perfectly what he wanted from her, and she was happy to comply.She walked to the granite countertop and leaned over it, hiking the robe up to reveal her bottom.Reaching back, she ran her hand over her cheeks, squeezing a little to renew the pain.
She winced.Still tender.She heard the sounds of plates coming out of the cabinet, mayo and mustard bottles squirting.She decided the robe was in the way and slipped it off, letting it fall to her feet.Fully naked now, she rested her cheek on the counter and reached back with both hands, rubbing her bottom like a naughty girl.
Joel’s hand tangled in her hair and he lifted her head up.His breath felt hot in her ear.“You look so cute like that, little girl.”
“I was hoping,” she purred.
“Were you?”His voice sounded deep and gravelly.He caught her nipple and tugged it, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.She crossed her legs and squeezed, her pussy clamping in response.
He slapped the back of her thigh, lightly.“Open those legs for Daddy.”
She slid her feet apart.
He slapped again, a little harder.
She gasped.
“Wider.”
She stepped out further.
“Good girl,” he said, his fingers reaching around the front of her to stroke along her slit.“Now, let’s go over some rules of the house,” he said, sliding open the drawer beside her and pulling out a rubber spatula, followed by a heavy wooden spoon.Moisture began to seep between her legs and he gathered it, spreading it up her labia and circling her clit.“I expect instant and complete obedience from my baby girl,” he said.“And I will control your entire world.You won’t leave the house without permission, you won’t eat or drink unless I approve the food and you won’t watch television unless I determine if the shows are appropriate.I will dress you or give final approval on any outfit you choose.”
She giggled and then yelped when the wooden spoon connected sharply with her ass.
“Do you think that’s funny, little girl?”
“No sir, no Daddy,” she yelped.
