Disciplining the Director's Daughter (Hollywood After Dark Book 1)

by Carpenter, Maggie

  “Tell me.”

  “Such a demanding Princess,” he remarked. “I don’t respond to impolite requests.”

  “Could you please tell me where we’re going?” she said trying not to sound impatient.

  “I’m taking you to a dark quiet spot so we can have some privacy.”

  He waited for an objection, but receiving none he inwardly grinned. He had put his foot down and she was loving it. For the first time in her life a man was challenging her, and she would soon find out exactly what that meant.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Under the trees and surrounded by bushes, the secret spot offered complete privacy. Moving her a little deeper into the hidden cubbyhole, Zach dropped her hand and encircled her with his arms. As she sank against him he heard her sigh, and traveling his fingers into her hair he gently tugged it back and lowered his lips on to hers.

  The kiss was tender and warm, the softest kiss she’d ever felt, and as he glided his mouth across hers she could feel his hardness pressing against her. It spurred her to respond, and leaning into him she slipped her tongue into his mouth. The depth of their mutual need surfaced, firing the gentle kiss into a fervent act of passion. Her hands clutched the back of his jacket, and his fingers, still wrapped in her hair, pitched her head sideways as his lips traveled from her mouth to her neck. With the hunger of a vampire he began to devoured her skin.

  “Kylie Hartman,” he mumbled, “you have such a lustful, passionate soul.”

  “I, uh, don’t know what to say,” she uttered.

  Pulling back he studied her face, but the darkness made it difficult to see her eyes.

  “You know what I promised you,” he said, his voice dark and husky.

  She caught her breath, and his words began tumbling through her brain, sending her butterflies into a frenzied dance.

  “Uh, what promise?” she quivered.

  “You know very well,” he murmured. “I keep my promises, and now I’m going to give you an appetizer.”

  “You are?” she quivered.

  “I am, but you have to ask me.”

  “No! Ask you? No!” she whispered breathlessly.

  “Yes,” he said gruffly, giving her hair a slight tug.

  “Oh, Zach, must I?”

  “Question me again and I’ll drive you home.”

  He’s going to make me ask him. It’s like, there’s no room, no choice. If I want this, I have to ask him.

  “I’m waiting.”

  “Ooh, please, Zach, will you…?”

  “Will I what?”

  “I can’t say it,” she bleated.

  “Of course you can. Whisper it in my ear.”

  “You know I want you to, uh, keep your promise, so why are making me ask you?”

  “Come on, we’re leaving,” declared dropping her hair and turning away.

  “Wait! No,” she said urgently, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. He paused, then slowly turned around. “Please will you spank me?” she whispered.

  “Finally,” he said softly, and moving back to stand close to her, he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his small strap.

  “An appetizer,” he repeated.

  Shifting her sideways, he placed his left arm around her waist and gently bent her over. Lifting her coat but leaving her dress in place, he slapped the strap across the center of her backside, paused, then slapped it again a little harder.

  “Do you want more?” he asked.

  “I, uh, yes,” she bleated.

  “Yes, please,” he corrected her.

  “Yes, please.”

  He swatted her again with a little more force.

  “Another?”

  “Ooh, yes, please.”

  Lowering the target area, he landed one more.

  “Again?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Yes, please, Sir,” he said firmly.

  “Sir? I have to call you, Sir?”

  “If you want one more,” he replied.

  “Again, please, Sir.”

  He gave it more bite, and received a wriggle in response.

  “Again?”

  “Oh, must you ask me every time?”

  “No, you’ve got that backwards. You must ask me.”

  She sighed in resignation, then whimpered,

  “More, please, Sir.”

  To her surprise he straightened her up and put his arm around her shoulder.

  “We’re going back to my place.”

  “We are?”

  “Yes, we are. It’s time to do this properly.”

  “Zach?” she whimpered. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Of course.”

  “I feel weak.”

  “You just made me very happy,” he smiled encircling her with his arms and hugging her tightly.

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” she bleated. “I’ve thought about it so much, but I never imagined…”

  “You’d meet a man who would take you on,” he smiled as he gently pulled back.

  “Exactly,” she sighed.

  Slipping the strap back into his pocket he led her out of the hiding place, and with an arm around her waist they headed down the pathway towards the small bridge that would take them to the parking lot.

  “Zach,” she whispered, tugging on his arm, “let’s just get a room.”

  He paused, and looking down at her he considered her suggestion.

  The moment is right, everything feels right, and tomorrow is Saturday. I don’t have to be anywhere. We could lounge in bed in the morning, have breakfast sent to the room. Hmmm, no change of clothes, I don’t care about that. Why not get a room? It makes all kinds of sense.

  “I think that’s the smartest thing you’ve said since I met you,” he said warmly. “Do you want to wait in the lounge or the registration room?”

  “The lounge, and I promise I won’t order a drink.”

  “Good girl,” he grinned. “You just won some brownie points.”

  They headed to the dimly lit, romantic lounge, and depositing her at a table by the piano, he moved quickly across the walkway into the hotel’s check-in area. It resembled a small, comfortable living room, with a sofa set in front of a fireplace, and arm chairs placed in strategic spots. The registration counter itself was out of the way, against the back wall.

  The hotel was popular and it was a Friday night, but even if it was officially booked out for the weekend, Zach knew they kept a few rooms for unexpected, important guests.

  Not wanting to take any chances he decided to present his business card. It was cream linen with gold embossed writing, and it read, Zachary Taylor, Executive Vice President, Motion Picture Development, Titan Pictures, Inc. Like many production companies Titan often held dinners there, and booked suites for important visitors, usually celebrities. Zach knew his card would carry weight.

  Along with his Drivers License, he handed it across the counter to the impeccably groomed check-in clerk and waited to see the reaction. As Zach knew he would, the young man smiled in welcome.

  “How many nights would you like to stay with us, Mr. Taylor?”

  “Probably just this evening, but I’d like the option to stay over the weekend if I choose, and I’d like the Deluxe Guest Room.”

  “Yes, Sir, of course, and will it be just for yourself?”

  “No. Myself and a guest,” Zach replied.

  “Mr. Taylor, I’m afraid all our Deluxe Guest Rooms are sold out, but I see you’ve stayed with us before and Titan is a valued customer, so I’d like to offer you a Bel Air Suite with a private patio at the same cost”

  “Thank you, that’s very generous.”

  “It is our pleasure, Sir. I’ll book you in for tonight, with a notation that you may stay longer. If you could let us know by noon we would appreciate it.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “We already have your details, so if you would just sign in I can give you the key card.”

  Zach signed the sm
all check-in card, and handing it back he accepted the key.

  “Thank you, Mr. Taylor, and I wish you a very pleasant stay.”

  “Thank you, Brad,” Zach said seeing the name on the young man’s tag.

  “It’s my pleasure.”

  Zach headed back to the lounge, and when he walked in he saw Kylie leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed. The piano player was delivering a slow, melodic rendition of the classic love song, This Guy’s In Love.

  If I read this in a script I wouldn’t believe it. Look at her. She’s in heaven right now. I kind of am too. It feels right, it feels so damn right.

  Moving through the lounge he stopped at her chair, and as if sensing his presence she opened her eyes. Smiling, he extended his hand, and wrapping her fingers around his she rose slowly to her feet, then holding hands they left the room and started down the walkway.

  “Are you sure about this?” he said softly.

  “So sure,” she replied gazing up at him.

  “It’s not too late to change your mind. You know you’re going to have a hot, stinging backside.”

  “Yes, I, uh, do,” she stammered dropping her eyes.

  I feel as if I’m at some kind of weird fork in my life, as though I’ve been waiting for this. I’m so glad I’m not drunk, I’m so glad you stepped in.

  Stopping outside a door he slid the card key into the lock. There was a click, the tiny light turned green, and he pushed down the handle.

  “After you,” he said softly, and following her in he closed the door.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Zach had no desire to hurry, and as they entered the luxurious suite he was delighted to find the living area offered a fireplace. Taking off his jacket he hung it in the closet by the door, then brought her into his arms,

  “Why don’t you take a shower, or a bath, whatever you’d like? I’m going to light the fire and-”

  “Will you shower with me?” she asked softly.

  “That’s an invitation I’d never turn down,” he replied hugging her warmly. “Go and get it started. I’ll be right there.”

  Dropping her coat on a nearby chair, she kicked off her shoes and padded into the bedroom. He watched her disappear, then picking it up he hung it next to his jacket, smiling at the sight. Retrieving his cellphone he checked his incoming calls, deciding to listen to only one message, a voicemail from Sam. There was nothing specific, just a request to call, but the man’s voice sounded urgent.

  Should I call him back? Dammit, I’m never off the clock. Screw it, I am tonight. I’ll call him first thing in the morning.

  Zach never turned off his phone, and as he pushed the power button he felt strange, as if he was doing something wrong, something illegal. Taking a deep breath he refused to succumb to the temptation to turn it back on, and placed it back in the pocket of his jacket.

  Retrieving his short, compact strap, he hid it beneath a cushion at the end of the sofa, then set the fire to flame. Moving into the bedroom he found it comfortable and inviting, and stripping off his clothes he hung them in the closet.

  “I’m so glad I brought these,” he muttered pulling the condoms from his pants pocket.

  Dropping them into the drawer of the nightstand, he took off his glasses, placing them on the polished glass under the lamp, then glancing around he noticed a dimmer switch. Lowering the lights he paused, looked around, and wanting everything perfect he pulled down the bedcovers to expose the crisp white sheets. Finally satisfied he entered the bathroom, met by the sight of Kylie’s naked form through the steam-covered glass. Again he found the room too bright and flicked off everything but the overhead heat lamp.

  “I’m big on ambience,” he smiled as he stepped inside the shower.

  “That’s very romantic of you,” she sighed as she brought a bar of soap to his chest. “Wow, you look handsome even without those glasses.”

  “You like my glasses?”

  “I love your glasses. They remind me of Clark Kent, and now you look just like superman, except better,” she grinned, “and you’re so much more romantic than I thought you’d be.”

  “I can be very romantic,” he breathed touching his lips to hers.

  Her wet, sharply tipped nipples brushed against his chest as she leaned into him, surging his cock to life.

  “You are gorgeous,” he breathed as he broke their kiss and took the soap from her hand. “Look at your beautiful breasts. They could win a beauty contest all by themselves.”

  He watched her as she closed her eyes and leaned back her head, then listened to her contented moans as he soaped them. Finally satisfied he stepped aside to let the water rinse away the suds, returning the soap to its holder. Sliding his fingertips across her neck then over her shoulders, he lowered them back to her luscious mounds, and holding them up he dropped his head to hungrily devour each in turn.

  “Zach, you’re amazing,” she breathed, “your mouth feels so good.”

  He was drawing a nipple between his lips, urgently sucking while his fingers tweaked its twin.

  “Hands against the wall,” he murmured straightening up and turning her around, “and arch your back.”

  The tile was hard and slick, and as she leaned forward and shimmied her feet back, she felt the provocative position of her backside. His hands were moving slowly down her back and she was finding it hard to breathe.

  Is he going to spank me here in the shower? Is my ass already red? I can’t believe this is happening.

  “Such a beautiful pink,” he mumbled as he smoothed his palm across her cheeks.

  His words sent a rush of wet need between her legs, and when he traveled his fingers between her pussy lips, touching and probing, she began whimpering.

  “Zach, you’re making me crazy. I feel weak, like I can’t stand here much longer.”

  “Hmmm, you’re wet, and I don’t mean from the shower,” he mumbled. “That little taste of my strap made you very needy, didn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she groaned. “I don’t know why.”

  Moving his fingers against her clit he began to massage, and when she dropped her head into the crook of her elbow, panting and mewing, he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

  “Are you already about to come?” he asked softly, his lips at her ear.

  “I can’t help it, I’m so turned on.”

  “No, not yet, no, no,” he said firmly, dropping his hand away.

  Reaching past her he turned off the faucets, then opening the stall door he grabbed a towel and began wiping her dry.

  “How can you wait?” she whimpered.

  “Discipline,” he replied rubbing the towel down her legs then wrapping it around his waist. “Something you’re not very familiar with,” and taking a moment to look at her, with a smile he added, “you look really cute with wet straggly hair. Has anyone ever told you that?”

  “No. I don’t let people see me like this, and we’re in L.A. How often would I get caught in the rain?”

  “Good point,” he winked, then placing his arm around her waist he guided her through the bedroom and into the living room of the luxury suite.

  “The bed…?” she protested.

  “The bed is dessert,” he replied, and leading her to the sofa he sat down and abruptly yanked her over his lap.

  “AARGHH!”

  “Shush, no screaming. This is not a bungalow. We don’t need the manager banging on the door.”

  “You took me by surprise,” she complained as she wriggled on his thighs.

  “Are you ready to be properly spanked?”

  “I don’t know,” she grumbled.

  “It’s a yes or no question.”

  “You are so difficult,” she exclaimed with a kick of her leg.

  “Oh, honey, talk about the pot calling the kettle black.”

  “You are!”

  “Yes, or no?”

  “Ooooh….yes,” she sighed.

  Expecting her to kick out again, he lifted his leg and plac
ed it over the backs of knees, then holding her firmly he quickly landed several hard smacks.

  “OW, OW!”

  “Do I have your attention?”

  “Yes,” she exclaimed. “Was that necessary?”

  “Yes, Sir,” he shot back ignoring her protest.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You are argumentative, temperamental, and used to getting your own way. Correct?”

  “Um, I guess.”

  “If you’re going to be successful in this business you’d better get your act together,” he began. “There are plenty of people at the top who are difficult, but most were smart enough to keep their mouths shut and their ears open as they were climbing the ladder. You need to learn how to listen,” he said sternly. “You were obnoxious and rude when I was a guest speaker at your class. You won’t last five minutes if you don’t behave. I’m going to spank you for being ill-mannered when I was lecturing, for thinking you can order people around, specifically my wonderful secretary Martha, and for being disrespectful when you came into my office. Are we clear?”

  “That’s a lot,” she muttered, a nervous tremble in her voice.

  “I hope the next time you’re over my knee it will be for something else, because if I have to spank you again for those things, you will be a very sorry girl.”

  “Next time?”

  “We both know there will be a next time, so stop with the innocent routine. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “No yelling. If you make too much noise I’ll be quite happy to gag you.”

  He’d been so busy scolding he hadn’t take the time to gaze down at her full, plump cheeks, and as he did he saw the vague outline of his strap. Smiling, he ran his fingertips across the pink silhouette, then flattening his palm he started to spank.

  His slaps began slowly, offering a slight pause between each, covering the full mass of her bottom before moving to her sensitive sit spot. As she wriggled he could see the glistening evidence of her need between her thighs, and though he was tempted to send his fingers in for a quick exploration, he resisted. This first spanking was to be just that, a spanking. An erotic trip over his knee would happen later.

  “Zach, please, it really stings, please stop,” she pleaded.

  Pausing, he moved his hand softly over her burnt cheeks.