[Chapter 243: Movie Updates]
Scarlett asked several more times, even trying all kinds of "little tricks."
But Daniel stayed calm and composed.
Seeing she really couldn't get anything out of him, Scarlett finally gave up. Still, her mood had clearly improved. She knew Daniel never made empty promises.
"All right." Scarlett steadied her breath and looked at Daniel. "Since I lost, then as agreed... what do you want me to do?"
Daniel looked at her exquisite face and beckoned, "Come closer."
Scarlett obediently leaned in close to his ear.
Daniel whispered "You have a nice ass. Let's try the other hole?"
Scarlett's face instantly flushed bright red, even the slender curve of her neck stained with a soft pink.
Her eyes went wide, and she punched Daniel's chest in embarrassment and mock annoyance.
"You... you're such a pervert!"
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "You have to accept the consequences of losing a bet."
Scarlett bit her red lips, hesitating for a long moment. Finally, cheeks still burning, she replied in a voice barely above a whisper, "...Okay."
Daniel didn't wait for her to change her mind. He shifted, his large hand sliding under her hip to tilt her pelvis upward, angling her perfectly for him.
The air in the room was still heavy with the scent of their previous exertion -- salt, musk, and the fading floral notes of the bath oils -- but the atmosphere shifted, turning from a frantic storm into something more deliberate and focused.
He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of warmed lubricant. The sound of the cap clicking open was loud in the sudden silence of the room. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the slick liquid glistening under the dim amber lights of the bedroom.
"Relax for me," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding vibration against her skin.
He didn't rush. He used his palm to press her flat against the mattress, his other hand guiding her legs wider. He began with a slow, circling motion, his lubricated fingers teasing the tight, puckered entrance of her second hole.
Scarlett let out a sharp, shaky breath, her fingers curling into the silk sheets. The sensation was foreign and intense, a sudden spark of vulnerability that made her heart hammer against her ribs.
Daniel's touch was expert. He didn't push; he teased, using his thumb to apply a rhythmic pressure that mirrored the way he had worked her clitoris in the tub. He felt her muscles twitch, the instinctive resistance of her body fighting the intrusion, and he leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck, his breath hot and steady.
"Just breathe, Scarlett. Let it happen," he whispered.
Slowly, he slid one finger inside. Scarlett gasped, her back arching as a new, deeper kind of fullness blossomed within her. It wasn't the sharp peak of the previous rounds, but a slow-burning heat that radiated through her lower abdomen. He added a second finger, stretching her gently, his movements fluid and patient.
He waited until he felt her relax, her body beginning to melt into the mattress, before he withdrew and replaced his fingers with the broad, pulsing head of his length.
The first touch was a shock of friction. Daniel paused, his forehead resting against her shoulder, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. He could feel her trembling, not from fear, but from the sheer sensory overload of being filled in a new different way.
Then, with a slow, steady pressure, he pushed forward.
Scarlett's eyes flew open, a muffled cry escaping her as he breached the tight threshold. It was a thick, stretching sensation that seemed to echo through her entire core.
He didn't stop, driving in inch by agonizing inch, his bulk parting her with a relentless, heavy force. He filled her completely, the pressure so intense it felt as though he was reaching deep into her chest.
"Oh god," she whimpered, her voice strained and airy.
Once he was seated deep within her, Daniel remained still for a heartbeat, letting the sensation settle. Then, he began to move.
The friction was different here -- tighter, more visceral. Each thrust felt like a collision, a heavy, rhythmic thud that vibrated through her bones. He gripped her waist with bruising intensity, his fingers digging into her skin to keep her anchored as he drove into her with a slow, punishing cadence.
Scarlett found herself chasing the sensation, her hips instinctively tilting to meet him. The dual pressure -- the fullness of him in her back and the lingering sensitivity of her front -- created a feedback loop of pleasure that was almost too much to bear.
He picked up the pace, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room, a raw, primal rhythm. Daniel's breathing became ragged, his movements turning from deliberate to desperate. He drove deeper, hitting the sensitive walls of her rectum, sending jolts of electricity shooting up her spine.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice breaking.
The tension built with a violent speed. Scarlett felt herself climbing a wall of pleasure she hadn't known existed, a heavy, throbbing heat that culminated in a sudden, explosive release. Her internal muscles clamped around him in a series of rhythmic spasms, pulling him deeper even as she screamed into the pillow.
The sensation of her tightening around him was the final trigger. Daniel let out a low, guttural roar, his body stiffening as he surged into her one last time, his climax hitting him with the force of a tidal wave. He collapsed onto her, his heavy frame pinning her into the mattress, both of them gasping for air in the sudden, ringing silence of the room.
...
Scarlett didn't wake up until quite late.
When she finally got out of bed and walked, her posture was awkward, making Daniel chuckle softly.
"You ass fucker!"
Scarlett threw a pillow at him...
---
In August, a heatwave swept across every inch of the asphalt roads of Los Angeles.
Daniel leaned back on a lounge chair by the pool, flipping through a stack of freshly delivered industry newsletters.
Succubus Chris wore a sexy bikini, moving through the water like a fish, occasionally popping her head up to place a plate of chilled grapes by Daniel's hand.
"Master, news just came in from Amanda and Jessica's side." Chris rested on the pool's edge, crystal-clear droplets sliding down the perfect lines of her back. "The auditions for Happy Feet are over, and both performed excellently."
Warner signed them directly. Amanda landed an important role alongside the main penguin character.
Jessica got another key voice role.
Daniel took off his sunglasses and tossed them on the table. "What about the other two?"
"The contracts for Cars and Over the Hedge are also signed; they're both good voice acting roles," Chris smiled. "They've both been excited lately -- practicing their vocal ranges nonstop at home."
Though they don't appear in person, the pay is generous, and animated films reach a wide audience.
Daniel nodded.
With these three animated works, these two women's careers were sure to reach a new level.
Who doesn't like to follow winners? Especially in a place like Hollywood...
---
September arrived in the blink of an eye.
That month, the flow of resources in Hollywood moved incredibly fast. And Daniel's name carried more and more weight in top-tier circles.
"Daniel, I finished filming."
Over the phone, Rachel McAdams's voice carried a relieved exhaustion. "All my scenes for Walk the Line wrapped this afternoon. Director James said my performance exceeded his expectations. He even thinks I have a chance at next year's awards season."
Daniel stood by the study window, looking at the lawn outside starting to turn yellow. "You did well. It's been hard on you lately. Come back to Los Angeles and rest for a few days. I have a gift for you."
"I'm already on my way to the airport. Wait for me."
Rachel's voice sounded much lighter before she hung up.
...
Just then, Peter Berg's call came in.
"Boss, Hancock wrapped filming!"
Peter's tone was excited. "Tom was like a madman on set; that sense of decadence was spot on. I have a feeling once this movie is out, all the media outlets calling him crazy will shut up."
"Post-production has to be rushed, no slacking on the special effects. I want the most shocking visual effects possible."
"Understood, boss. I'm keeping an eye on the editing room now."
...
Besides those two blockbusters, another core project of Daniel Pictures had officially launched.
The script for The Pursuit of Happyness was revised three times by Steve Conrad.
It finally got Daniel's approval in early September.
Filming was set in San Francisco.
Denzel Washington had officially joined the cast.
To play the role, the Oscar-winning Best Actor lost over ten pounds to look thin and resilient.
Daniel visited the set once.
On set, Denzel worked hard to build rapport with the child actor playing his son.
Watching Denzel's superb acting on the monitor, Daniel said to the Paramount producer,
"This film isn't just about making money; it will become a classic."
The producer wiped sweat from his forehead and repeatedly agreed...
...
What Daniel valued most was the progress of Iron Man.
Inside Marvel's headquarters office, Avi Arad and Isaac Perlmutter sat opposite Daniel, a thick script spread on the table.
"Daniel, the script is finalized." Avi Arad pushed up his glasses in a serious tone. "We've selected a director -- Jon Favreau. His Elf had strong box office numbers, and he's very passionate about this project. Take a look."
Daniel flipped open the script.
The portrayal of Tony Stark basically kept the transformation from playboy to superhero intact.
Daniel closed the script and looked at the two men in front of him. "Jon Favreau... fine. But I have one condition: for Tony Stark's armor design, I want a real metallic texture, not cheap CGI."
Isaac Perlmutter looked slightly flustered. "Daniel, that will increase costs by millions."
Daniel gave him a cold stare. "Don't worry about the cost. I don't want a bad movie that looks like a toy commercial."
"All right, we'll do it your way." Isaac immediately shut up.
With Daniel's strong influence as major shareholder and investor, the giant project that was Iron Man finally started to ignite its engines.
...
In September, Los Angeles' afternoon sun was still scorching.
Daniel sat in his study, handling legal documents for Marvel, when the phone on his desk vibrated.
Answering, Francia's voice rang out, "Mr. Cross, a father and daughter have come to the shop. They say they need your help."
"I see. Tell them to wait for me."
Daniel hung up, changed into a light shirt, and drove to Cross Hall.
Pushing open the shop's door, a wave of cold air hit him.
Two people sat on the sofa in the lounge area.
The middle-aged man wore a tailored deep blue suit, his hair neatly groomed. Although extreme anxiety furrowed his brow, his gestures still carried the steadiness of a successful man.
Beside him stood a girl about sixteen years old. She had iconic blonde curls. Wearing a floral maxi dress, she looked graceful and elegant.
What caught Daniel's eye most was her height.
Though just about sixteen, she was already nearly six feet tall with two exceptionally long legs.
Daniel's brow twitched as he recognized her face.
Taylor Swift.
The future global pop queen.
At that time, she was still an up-and-coming country music girl with a hint of innocence.
Daniel walked to the counter and casually opened his Spirit Eye to observe, but his brow furrowed deeper.
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