A to Z Challenge~ Her Hollywood Daddy

Welcome back to the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews. I am up to the letter H. Today I have an excerpt from Renee Rose's Her Hollywood Daddy (I should get double points, double H!).

If you haven't checked out this book yet then I suggest you do it now! A troubled Hollywood starlet, a yummy actor/Dom, what else could you possibly need?? Here's a part I picked out that leaves me absolutely drooling. Marissa got kicked off the movie she's been working on with Joel. She's come to his house for his help, and let's just say he is picking up on the vibe that she is throwing out. (I think I would strip down and get in the corner if Joel asked me to too!)

He looked at her a long time. “What makes you think I can get you back on the movie? The decision isn’t just mine.”

“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 flitting 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,” he 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.

“Hmm,” he said, his cock straining at his zipper.

His brain screamed at him to pull back. He should not mix business with pleasure. Not in this town. This was the sort of thing that would land him in a lawsuit, or a tabloid scandal. He could just see the headline: Actor/Producer Joel Sutherland Forces Actress to Submit to Bare-Bottomed Spanking to Stay in Movie.

“If you want me to be your daddy,” he said, his hand traveling to her tantalizing ass, “you would have to stay here until the filming is over. You would live under my rules, and I am very strict. You would receive long, bare-bottomed spankings. And we would start with a serious punishment for your disrespect of everyone’s time these past few days.”

She went quite still, listening.

“Are you prepared to accept my terms?”

Her breath rose and fell in short gasps, her perky breasts moving with it. He slapped between her legs from the back. “Are you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you sure?” Hell, he wasn’t sure. This might be the stupidest move he’d ever made. But the smell of her arousal made the animal in him push forward. He slid his fingers between her legs and found her swollen sex practically sopping with natural lubricant.

“I’m sure,” she whispered.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and pressed his cock against her low back, breathing in her ear. “Good girl. It takes courage to give yourself to Daddy. I want you to stay in the corner with your hands and eyes on the wall. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured.

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.

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