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 über 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.
Chapter5
“So how did you manage to get yourself hired back?”Becky, the makeup girl asked as she applied cover up to the remaining redness above her lip.“I didn’t think Antonio would bend again for you.”
The muscles under her armpits tightened, making her ribs feel too small.“I don’t really think that’s any of your business.”
Becky had the grace to look flustered.“Right.Well, I’m glad you’re back.People were pretty devastated when it looked like the whole picture was going down because of you.”
Her jaw clenched and her belly, already roiling with nerves, twisted into a hard knot.“Maybe you could just do the make up and leave the commentary at the door,” she muttered.
“What’s going on?”
She and Becky both jerked at the sound of Joel’s deep voice and the mascara wand caught her cheek, leaving a streak of black moisture.Becky stared up at him, her mouth falling open.Neither of them spoke.
He gave Becky a hard look.“What commentary?”
Becky flushed and put the mascara wand back in the container, her hands shaking.
Marissa suddenly pitied her.
“What is your name?”
The make up artist cleared her throat.“Um, Becky,” she said, her voice cracking.
