Her Billionaire Daddy
(Western Daddy Doms, #1)
Publication date: October 13th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
He owns the hottest lifestyle club in all of New York City. It’s secretive, exclusive, and caters to Daddy Doms.
Romance author, Samantha Bellamy, is shocked when she attends a book signing and runs into her high school crush, Martin Taylor.
He’s a billionaire with a secret. He’s owner of an exclusive club for Daddy Doms and littles to openly explore the lifestyle.
He’s also notorious for his playboy personality, bedding a new woman every night.
There’s a deal to be made worth potentially billions and Martin can’t let it get away. The only problem is the board of directors doesn’t like his playboy persona.
He offers Samantha the deal of a lifetime. Marry him for eighteen months and receive two million dollars for her trouble. The only catch, no sex.
Oh, and she has to call him Daddy!
His eyes narrowed. Had she just inadvertently challenged him?
“Come with me,” Martin said, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the room.
Oh crap. She only hoped that he was saving face by leaving them alone someplace else to ream her or tell her to keep her mouth shut. No such luck. He led her across the hall to another room, one they hadn’t entered yet, with a long, dark wooden desk. Situated across from it against the wall, was a chalkboard and on the opposite wall, several implements hanging and waiting desperately to be used.
“Oh no. I don’t l-like this room,” Samantha stammered, trying to escape his grasp. “I’ll be polite. I swear, Martin.”
Martin’s gaze never lightened up. “I don’t like your behavior. I own this club. You don’t have to agree with my methods or with what others do here, but you will respect me and those who choose to practice this lifestyle. And above all else, while we are here, you will call me Daddy. Is that understood?”
“Excuse me?” he guided her farther into the room and toward the large wooden desk.
She swallowed nervously. “Yes, Daddy.” Her mouth grew dry. “We’re only watching tonight, right?” He wasn’t going to change the rules on her, was he? She was onboard with some aspects they’d done already, but she wasn’t comfortable having her bottom burned.
He shook his head and sighed heavily. “That had been my intention until you humiliated me and disrespected my client. I cannot accept that type of behavior ever again.”
“I promise. I won’t say anything. I wasn’t thinking, Martin. I mean, Daddy. This is all still new to me.”
Martin released his grip on her, perhaps trusting that she wouldn’t run away. As much as she wanted to, where would she go? Besides, as frightening as this room was, there were several more doors farther down the hall.
She was nervous and keeping her hands behind her back, covering her bottom. She knew what was coming and didn’t like it.
“A correction is needed to teach you right from wrong. It’s clear to me now more than ever you need Daddy’s discipline.”
Maybe she could bargain with him. “You’re right, Daddy. I do need your discipline, but could we maybe do it back at the house? Where it’s just the two of us?” She didn’t want to be put on display for anyone to witness. Not to mention the added benefit of time, so maybe he would cool down.
“Absolutely not. You will accept your punishment, and because this is your first offense and your first time at the club, I will only use my hand. Take a good long and hard look at all those implements on the wall, Samantha. The next time, it won’t be so gentle.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. How bad could a spanking truly be if it was administered with his hand? She wasn’t a child. It couldn’t hurt that bad, could it?
“Lie across the table, bottom up, dress lifted so that I can see your behind.”
Samantha hung her head, refusing to look at him. She’d seen the fine print in that stupid contract she had signed that had said she would agree to be disciplined as a Daddy sees fit. A small part of her had been excited to see what he had in mind but this, quite honestly, she wasn’t sure what she had been expecting.
Martin came up from behind, his hands pushing down her panties, exposing her bottom. She couldn’t tell if anyone was watching from the door. She lifted her back from the table, glancing around to see if they were alone.
No one else watched, at least not yet. Maybe when he began striking her bottom, they would flock to the entrance of the room.
He’d never seen her rear until today and she felt naked against the cold wooden table. He pushed her back down against the desk, guiding her body to be flush with the wood. “You will learn to submit to me, Samantha, and be a good little one. Do not move,” he commanded. He spread her legs further apart and she gasped, feeling a slight breeze against her wetness. Had he breathed in her scent and exhaled a soft breath, or was she truly imagining the intimacy of the moment because her eyes were slammed shut.
His hand came down, smacking her bottom hard. Her hips bucked against the wood and her buttocks clenched. “Okay, that’s enough!” She’d had one smack to her bottom. “You made your point.”
“I don’t believe I did, Samantha.” His breath hovered against her as he leaned down, pressing her body against the table, his hand at her back holding her down, his trousers pressed tight against her backside. She moaned and whimpered, desiring contact, her sex throbbing and pulsating. A part of her wanted to reach around and touch herself but she wouldn’t, not in front of him. He’d probably enjoy it too much.
“Do you like being spanked?” Martin asked, his hand keeping her pressed to the wood.
She wasn’t keen on the position, but feeling him having all the power, with her at his mercy, it was doing something to her that she couldn’t quite explain. His hips thrust into hers and she wasn’t sure whether he was teasing her or something else entirely. Was he as turned on as she was?
Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.
Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook, Twitter, and her blog “Spanking Author.” http://spankingauthor.com
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