“I know—” she trailed off, her eyes pleading.
His cock stirred.He happened to love that look on a woman.
“Listen, Marissa.Maybe there’s a chance I can get you back on the movie, but a lot of things would need to change.I think you need some distance from your family.Everyone knows your house is a party twenty-four/seven.And honestly, I think you need a real manager.Someone who takes the job of getting you to work ready to perform seriously.I don’t think your mom is cutting it.Would you be willing to consider a new manager?”
She shrugged, looking miserable.“If that’s your condition.”
His condition.Was he calling the shots on her life now?If so, his conditions would be something a little different.
As if she read his mind, she said, “You’re my daddy, right?You tell me what to do.”She peeked up at him from under her wet lashes.
His cock stiffened, but her suggestion grated.Was she really propositioning him to keep this job?
Tell her you’ll have the studio’s lawyers contact her.Tell her to come back when her life is together.
He closed the distance between them—a mistake, because then he had to touch her.He brushed her wet hair back from her shoulder.“What are you suggesting, little girl?”
Her nipples stood in stiffened peaks through her wet tank top.“I...I don’t know.I just...I’d like a little guidance.”
Tell her to leave.
Desire overruled reason.“Take off your clothes, Marissa.”If she wanted to play the sex card, he’d let her play it.
She looked at him, hope flittering across her face, her chest heaving.She yanked her clothes off, quickly, as if doing it before she chickened out.Or perhaps before he changed his mind.
“Put your nose in the corner,” her said, pointing to the juncture of the two walls.
Her eyes flicked to his and then to the corner.She took one step, and looked back at him with a question.
He gave her a stern, raised-eyebrow look.
She turned back to the wall and approached it, stopping when she reached the corner.She peeked over her shoulder.
She made an incredible sight.He hadn’t had any doubt about the perfection of her form, but seeing her fully naked made him catch his breath.Perfectly proportioned, slender but curvy, she had the body only one in one thousand wanna-be models or actresses possess.Her flawless ivory skin held the clarity of youth, two dimples at the base of her spine accented the delicious globes of a perfectly round ass.The ass he intended to spank until she screamed.
He sauntered up behind her, reaching around pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger as the other hand reached for her pussy.He found her swollen and wet.But he didn’t want her to think she could just waltz in and seduce her way back into the movie.She’d have to give up more than that to buy him.
“You were very naughty today,” he said, sliding his finger along her glossy folds as he tugged her nipple enough to make her gasp.“What happens to naughty girls?”
She panted, her hands coming to cover his.
“Hands on the wall,” he snapped.
Her hands shot forward.
She certainly was obedient.But he shouldn’t be surprised.He’d sensed the submissive in her before.Wasn’t that the whole reason he found her so attractive?
“What happens to naughty girls?”
“Th-they get spanked?”she asked, her voice quavering.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered sternly, nudging her heel with the toe of his shoe.
She stepped her feet wider.
With the added space between her legs, he had room to lightly slap her sex.He spanked her there and she squeaked.He brought his hand up a few more times.“That’s right, they get spanked.Did you come here to get spanked by me?”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured.
