She looked at him, puzzled.
“Wear my panties in the tub?” she asked, incredulous.
“That’s right, Kate. In the tub.”
“Ok...,” she stammered.
Feeling slightly flustered she dipped her red, pedicured toes into the water, followed by the rest of her. As she sank down facing him she couldn’t suppress a giggle.
“It feels weird,” she exclaimed, thinking it very odd to be doing such a thing.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Kate. Really,” he said, ignoring her comment.
His legs were spread apart and she was sitting rather awkwardly, with her knees slightly bent up.
“Turn around and come back to me,” he said, tenderly.
Still feeling incredibly self-conscious, she slid around the large and tub and leaned back against his chest. His cock, now engorged and standing at attention, pressed up against the small of her back. Reaching his arms around her he dropped his lips to her shoulders.
“Kate - you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined .... “ he whispered in her ear.
“Oh...Dante - me too. For so long. I can’t believe we’re really here - together,” she whispered back. “I’m so glad I came down.”
His hands began to knead her breasts and she tilted her head back against him and sighed. Dropping one of his hands between her parted thighs he began to rub the outside of the soaked silk panties.
“Oh my God,” she said breathlessly. “That’s amazing.”
“Sshhh,” he whispered. “Just feel.”
His grazing across her clit against the wet fabric was electrifying. His fingers slivered up and down, pushing against the material, rubbing against her sex, the insistent pressing excruciatingly exquisite. The more he stroked against the crotch of her panties the more she wanted him to push them aside and slither his touch between her pussy lips. The palm of his other hand was moving from breast to breast, nipple to nipple, softly caressing.
The teasing hand between her legs moved up to her belly and crept inside the waist band of her knickers. She gasped as the probing fingers moved downward, and when he met her clit she let out a cry of joy.
“Dante - oh my God - please ... oh...”
He rubbed and circled as his mouth bit and licked her shoulders, then her neck, his free hand at her breasts, tweaking and teasing her nipples.
She could feel the orgasmic bubble building but every time she felt it near and she would begin to arch her back, whimpering with the tell tale cries of the pending eruption, he would slide his fingers from their tantalizing play and scratch the inside of her thighs. Finally she could stand it no longer. She sat up abruptly and spun around to face him.
“Oh Dante!” she cried. “Please make love to me. Please!”
His face was a mask of serenity, but his cock was bulging and huge in the water.
“Well, if you can convince me you’re sincere and really want it...” he said, his voice trailing off.
“What?” she exclaimed. “Sincere? How? Tell me how,” she mewed.
“Move away and face me- carefully now -” he said, moving his legs to position himself, but taking care not to bend or bang his injured ankle. Then on his knees he rose from the water like Neptune, towering over her as she sat in the water before him.
“Ask to pay homage to my cock with your lips, sweet Kate. Show me how much you want to be taken.”
Kate hesitated for a moment. She had always made men positively beg her to take them in her mouth.
“I’m waiting,” he coaxed. “We can always continue another time when you really do want me.”
Swallowing hard, but filled with a burning hunger she stared up at him.
“Please Dante, can I suck your cock?”
He smiled down at her.
“Since you said please,” he replied, stroking her hair.
She settled on her haunches, and taking him in her hands leaned her head forward and lightly kissed the knob then opened her mouth and took him in, just about an inch.
Locking his fingers around the damp tendrils of her hair, he guided her movements. The power and sureness of his hands encouraged her, and she moved further down his shaft, his thick member filling her mouth. But only minutes had gone by when he stopped her.
“You’re going to be very, very good at that,” he crooned. “But now...”
Reaching down he slid his hand into the side of her panties and holding firmly, yanked hard. She yelped in surprise as the panties ripped off her body. Dropping the torn underwear on the bathroom floor, he slid his fingers between her pussy lips.
“Oooooh..... Dante,” she cried, leaning into him for support.
“Mmmmm... you’re dripping, and not from this bath water.”
He stood up, gingerly stepped out of the bath and deftly helped her out. Grabbing two of the thick turkish towels and folding them quickly he laid one for her and one for him, then dropped to his knees, ordering her on all fours in front of him.
She did as instructed and he feasted his eyes on the beautifully shaped, smooth skinned ass presented before him. Taking her hips in his hands, he placed his pulsating penis at her entrance.
“Is this what you want Kate?” he asked, his voice low and cool.
“Yes, Dante. Oh yes please,” she begged.
“And who was that rude girl who spoke with such disrespect?”
She groaned.
“I was just kidding around. Please, Dante. Please put it inside me.”
“Do you take those comments back?”
“Yes. Yes I do!” she cried.
“I believe you - but I’m afraid I have to disappoint you. I’ll will let you have my cock one day very soon, but for now...”
With one hand he began fondling her perfect bottom while thrusting two fingers inside her with the other. She let out a controlled scream of hunger and frustration. Expertly his fingers explored her depths until he found her super secret sensitive spot and pressed lightly ---
“Aaaarrgghh.... oooohh, Dante what is that? Oh my God - don’t stop...”
“Play with your little clit, Kate - and ride the wave.”
Dropping her hand between her lips she circled and rubbed, and once again he pushed the electric switch inside her. A huge bubble was suddenly over her head and she felt it about to burst.
“Yes - good girl. Make yourself feel it. You’re going to come for me aren’t you?”
His voice sent shivers through her and she heard herself say “yes”, but it was a light, tight, high far away voice that answered him.
Thrusting two, then three fingers he pumped vigorously, and pressed her special spot again. It was all she needed.
“Dante,” she squealed. “It’s.. I..... OOOOH.....”
She exploded, her bottom shoving back against his hand. Her convulsions rippled through her, one after the other, and Dante lifted his hand off her bottom, grabbed his turgid member and stroked himself furiously, releasing his copious fluid across her backside.
Collapsing on the floor breathless and happy, she rolled on to her back and looked up at him. He was glorious - though for the life of her she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t actually made love to her.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, reading her mind.
“What?” she gasped.
He sat on the floor and leaned against the wall of the bath catching his breath.
“Come here,” he panted, opening his arms. She moved across the floor and he cradled her against his chest.
“You’ll find out why I didn’t have sex with you soon enough,” he said. “Let’s just rest a minute then get back in the tub.”
She felt a little overcome, but a few minutes later allowed herself to be led back into the warm water. Leaning against him once more she drifted off, enveloped in her post orgasmic bliss. The quiet minutes ticked by, and when she opened her eyes she felt strangely embarrassed and unsure. He had completely swept her off her feet. “Time to get out and dried off,” he
announced.
Nodding silently Kate rose and stepped carefully from the tub. Removed from the heat of her passion she felt a bit uncomfortable and awkward. Unable to look at him, she sensed his eyes on her nonetheless. She dried off hurriedly and pulled on her tights and sweater.
“What’s your hurry?” he asked, rising from the water himself.
“Uh - nothing,” she stammered, feeling the redness move across her face.
“Please hand me a towel,” he asked, stepping carefully over the edge.
Kate grabbed a fresh one off a wall rack and handed it to him. He moved it quickly across his body, then tied it around his waist. She picked up a brush from the counter, running it through her hair, and nervously moved toward the door. Before she could open it he was behind her, hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.
“Why suddenly so shy?” he inquired.
Kate gulped, and for no apparent reason felt the threat of tears.
“A bit afraid are we?” he asked gently.
Kate frowned. He was right but how did he know that’s what was making her feel so weird when she didn’t even know it herself? Not until he had said it.
“Look at me,” he said, firmly.
She lifted her chin and stared into his intense blue eyes.
“Everything’s going to be just fine. Better than fine,” he said, gently.
“But everything’s a mess,” she sighed. “With the job and everything.”
“It will all work out. I’ve spoken to you father about that--”
“You have?” she asked, interrupting him, shocked at the news.
“I have but we’ll talk about that later. Now please don’t worry. Just get me something to wear,” he said, firmly.
His voice was soothing and warm and confident and she felt her unease beginning to wane. He was so strong, yet so wonderfully comforting, and he seemed to know exactly what she was feeling. He leaned down and kissed her lightly.
“Go on, and be quick about it. I’m getting cold.”
He watched her scoot from the bathroom and glanced down at his ankle. He could see it was turning a rather unpleasant array of dark colors. Grimacing, he ran his fingers through his thick wet hair and limped into the lavish, large bedroom.
CHAPTER THREE
Over the years Dante and Bill Hollister had become like father and son. Even as a youngster Dante had an outstanding worth ethic which did not go unnoticed by the rich and powerful businessman, and unlike his unruly daughter, Dante was always respectful and considerate. When Dante’s father died prematurely of a severe coronary Bill took the young man under his wing. There was enough from the life insurance to provide for the two daughters and keep the restaurant running, but Bill took it upon himself to mentor the young man and see to it that he attended a first rate college.
Now Bill was stuck in Paris steering the ship of a multi-million dollar deal and his wife was in Manhattan for the rest of the month. He had called Dante worried sick about Kate. Something had to be done and Bill Hollister, smart, powerful and a financial wizard, was at a loss. He just didn’t know how to straighten out his daughter.
Dante sat on the edge of the bed, ankle throbbing, and thought back to the man’s request.
“Please check on her”, he had said, “she’s been fired again. I am at my wits end. As much as I want to I cannot come home right now. Can you have a talk with her? Do you think you can you help her?”
Dante smiled. Does he think I can help her?
He had told Bill he thought he might be able to have Kate see the error of her ways, but in order to do that he would need stay at the house. He needed to give her his undivided time and attention. Winter was the slow season for him so taking some time away from his business was not an issue.
“Can I have your permission to be tough with her?” Dante asked. “Show her some home truths?”
“You most certainly can,” Bill had enthusiastically replied. “Absolutely. I know I spoiled her rotten, and her mother - well - you know her mother!”
Yes. Dante knew her mother. From all he had seen she was a difficult, demanding and selfish woman.
After a lengthy conversation and much thought, Dante suggested Bill call her at some point in the next few days and threaten financial repercussions. If there was one thing Dante knew about Kate, it was that she loved her lifestyle. He didn’t know how much her allowance was but he did know she’d not yet received her trust fund. It was the only card Bill had to play, and Bill agreed.
So Dante had arrived at the estate on the pretext of dealing with the bug problem in the trees. But he hadn’t counted on falling out of one of them and spraining his ankle.
He took in his surroundings. The room was large, complete with an expansive walk-in closet sporting a very large center dresser. It boasted a living area with a fireplace, a beige couch that sported trendy red throw cushions and matching arm chair, and between each sat an oval glass coffee table. The bed was a king and conveniently a four poster. There was a desk with a chair that overlooked a small but pretty garden, a garden in which he had worked many happy hours and it had lost none of its charm. The walls were painted a soft ruddy salmon color. All in all the room was warm and inviting. A gentle knock caught his attention.
“Come in,” he called, and Kate walked in carrying a large stack of clothes. “Cecil had left you nothing but a baggy old sweat suit,” she complained. “I raided my dad’s closet. Take what you want. He won’t care.”
“Really? Hmmm. I’m not sure about that,” Dante remarked. “I’ll put something on for now, but then you’ll have to make sure whatever I borrow is cleaned and returned to him.”
“Oh phooey,” Kate exclaimed. “He’s got more clothes than he’ll ever need.”
“That’s hardly the point,” Dante continued. “Those things belong to your father and whether they’re missed or not, they’re still his property.”
“Oh for pity’s sake,” she blurted out, pulling a cream, cable knit, wool sweater off the top of the pile and throwing it across the bed at him. “Here. And these jeans should fit perfectly.”
As Dante caught the sweater and pulled it over his head, Kate couldn’t help but stare at his taught, toned, muscled chest.
“I’ll never get the jeans over my ankle,” Dante said, picking them up, a frown crossing his brow. She was annoying him with her frivolous and careless attitude.
“Well then here, these are much better sweat pants than the ones Cecil left,” she exclaimed, and yanked a pair of black pants triumphantly from the middle of the neatly folded stack. It caused the pile to fall apart and land in a heap on the floor. Ignoring the mess she waved them dramatically in the air.
“You expect me to get off the bed and walk to get those?” he asked, scarcely believing it hadn’t occurred to her to bring them to him.
“What? Oh - your ankle!” she exclaimed. “Sorry. I was - thinking about - uh something,” she stammered, carrying them quickly to the bed.
Sigh! Like that chest of yours and how it would feel pressed against my tits. Kate felt her face flush, and averted her eyes as he stood up and dropped the towel from his waist. Turning away she scurried back to the clothes, pretending to look for something else.
“You can’t be embarrassed Kate?” he teased. “You’ve already seen my family jewels, very closely too I might add.”
“Oh shut up,” she snapped, throwing him a pair of thick, stretchy athletic socks from the pile of clothing on the floor. Dante caught them but decided to leave them off. He didn’t want to deal with the struggle of pulling one over his swollen ankle.
“Ok Kate. Two things,” he said sharply, placing them on the nightstand by the bed. “First, don’t ever speak to me that way again!”
The sternness of his voice startled her, and when she looked at his face she was met with a very serious glare.
“Second, take those things back up to your father’s room. I’ll just use what I’m wearing for now and return them when I done need
them anymore.”
Kate stared at him, a frown of exasperation creasing her forehead.
“Ok fine,” she said, her impatient side simmering. “I won’t tell you to shut up again. Would - be quiet -work?” she said sarcastically. “And as far as the clothes just take them. I’m telling you, he won’t care. You fell out of one of his trees for Chrissakes!”
“Kate,” he said, softly, disarmingly. “Come and sit here, next to me.”
A little warning bell went off in her head, but it was very faint, and he looked so gorgeous sitting there, his black hair having a life of its own, the inviting blue eyes calling to her. His lips - oooh they were so... mmmm... to feel that kiss again. She sidled over and settled down next to him.
“Yes, Dante?” she said sweetly.
“I know you’ve been fired. And I also know you probably don’t want to make the effort to find another job,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand. “Quite honestly I think you’d be right not to look. It would be a waste of time.”
“Really?” she said, totally surprised.
“Really. You’re not ready to work anywhere, doing anything,” he continued, regarding her steadily. “Not until you understand some very basic principles. Principles you’ve never been taught.”
His voice was quiet and very calm.
“You’re speaking in riddles,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Am I supposed to know what you’re talking about?”
“What I intend to give you,” he continued, wrapping his fingers firmly around hers, “are things that have been sadly lacking in your life, Kate. Things like - respecting other people’s property - responsibility - manners.”
“Oh stop being so serious,” she exclaimed, attempting to pull her hand away. He tightened his grip, refusing her escape.
“Thank you for bringing me these clothes. I do appreciate the gesture. Now I’m telling you, not asking you Kate, I’m telling you. Please return them to your father’s room and put them back exactly as you found them.”
Kate stared at him. She felt a slight knot in her stomach but wasn’t quite sure why. She pulled her hand a second time but it was no use. She could hear the warning voice again but instead of heeding it, she chose to move to the other side of the line.
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