I was raised a total '90210' girl. I've never made any apologies for that. Born into the sunny glamor of Hollywood, I was raised in the gilded neighborhoods of Beverly Hills. As a child, I was spoiled by a father who ensured I had the best of everything. I was a true fashionista. I mean, you name it, and Daddy gave it to me. My trendy, designer clothes and ridiculously expensive Italian shoes came from the best shops on R...

The memories of my night with Ben burned longer than the aches he’d left in my body. He’d fucked me like no man ever had, pushing my limits until I completely succumbed to his will. Days later, the afterglow still warmed me to my core.I took time to think through all that had happened. I dwelt on things he’d done, and others at which he'd only hinted. Images and sensations of a raw and feral act tickled my mind until my l...

By the time I managed to clean up and get dressed, Daddy had disappeared into his room. Catching me blowing Mr. Gillman had been too much for him and he'd run back to his bottle. Maybe I should have been worried, but at that moment, I was too angry to care. Dashing into my room, I locked the door and fell on my bed, crying in shame and frustration.I didn't see much of Daddy over the next few days and even when I did, we d...