Today is release day for my first Ageplay book, Her Hollywood Daddy!
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Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.
Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.
Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, afterall, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.
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 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.
He patted her bottom with the spoon. “Any disobedience or sass will be immediately punished. I can be a very stern daddy.”