The Billionaire's Daughter

by Maggie Carpenter

  His hand was resting on her ass, warm but threatening, and she lowered her head, searching in the darkness. He had positioned Kate so her bottom was facing him with her knees spread apart, one on either side of his waist, and her hands were supporting her on each side of his upper thighs. From his vantage point he could view every intimate inch and his hands had free rein to spank, or touch her pussy and torment her.

  Finding his swollen knob in the darkness, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft hoping she was performing as he liked. He began to tell her exactly what to do and how to do it. If she didn’t get it quite right she was rewarded with a sound smack. His cock was huge between her lips. She sucked as she had never sucked before, finding it immensely satisfying to have him buried in her mouth and being at the mercy of his hot hands as he trained her to please him. Finally he told her to lift her head.

  “You did very well,” he crooned. “Now you’ll be rewarded.”

  Grabbing a condom from the nightstand he changed their positions and kneeled behind her. Sliding the rubber quickly in place he held himself at her entrance, listening as she groaned loudly, so great was her need. Clutching her hips he slowly invaded.

  He murmured his approval and Kate let out a long, deep wail. She started to meet his deliberate strokes but he ordered her to just accept. He began to accelerate the pace and it was only a few minutes before he was fucking her furiously. She buried her head in the mattress to stifle her cries. Her bubble was about to erupt and she prepared for the onslaught of the powerful convulsions, but abruptly his torrid passion ceased.

  He drew himself out and rolled her on her back, pulling off her blindfold. She was breathless, dizzy from his ravaging attention and her own desperate desire. Laying his large body over hers he engulfed her in his arms, allowing his cock to find its way home. Pushing it forward he snaked inside her ravenous, fluid depths, then holding himself completely still he closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of her pulsating walls as they enveloped him.

  “Sink into the bed, Kate. Totally relax,” he whispered, allowing his full weight to rest upon her.

  She had been tense and rigid, but as he rested upon her, softly murmuring in her ear to surrender, she felt herself giving in and becoming soft and malleable. Rising up on his elbow he leaned his head down and kissed her. His lips moved across her face and down her neck as he started moving again. Slowly, deliciously, he was sliding in and out. He locked her eyes with his.

  “Do you want to come?” he breathed.

  “If it pleases you,” she stammered. She was feeling strange, almost as if she was in some kind of sexual trance.

  “I know you want it very badly,” he crooned, still driving his hardness back and forth, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. “You are aching for release and yet you answered correctly. You shall have your reward my dear Kate,” he whispered.

  Deliberately, powerfully, he continued to build her moment guided by her moans and whimpers. As she neared the edge he rose up and sat back on his haunches, grabbing her hips in his mighty hands, pulling her with him.

  “Come as you wish,” he instructed, and proceeded to thrust with power and gusto.

  Scintillating sparks gushed through her body. Her entire being was sizzling and she cried out as her pent up passion released itself in shattering spasms. She heard him groan and knew his moment was meeting hers, then a second shuddering convulsion rippled across her body and she saw a thousand lights dance before her eyes.

  Over and over again the eruptions shook her, until spent and exhausted, dizzy and overcome, she collapsed on her stomach completely breathless, her body tingling. Dante quickly pulled the condom from his flaccid member and placed it on the tissues he’d left ready on the nightstand, then turned back to her pulling her into his chest. He cradled her gently, engulfing her with his arms.

  “Being a good girl can bring such rewards,” he purred.

  “Oh Dante,” she gasped, “That was - oh my God. Incredible.”

  “Sshh,” he murmured. “Just breath - savor in the feeling...”

  And she did. Closing her eyes, sinking into his skin, swept away by the powerful release, she surrendered to the warm intimacy.

  I didn’t know .... it could be like this...

  He sank into his own post orgasmic rest, listening to her breathing, awash with mixed emotions. There had been many women in his past, many sexual adventures, but none had come close to what he was feeling with Kate. He had always been drawn to her but the intensity had taken him by surprise. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening. He felt her stir and smoothed her hair.

  “Dear Kate,” he murmured, “old habits can be hard to break. I only expect you to do your best. As long as I know you’re trying I will be satisfied. You’ll still be corrected of course, but if I think you’re being lazy...”

  I’ll break my habits, I promise,” she replied hastily, nestling into his shoulder.

  “Hmm. Yes you will,” he agreed, one way or another.

  Gently pushing her from his chest he sat up.

  “Take a shower and get dressed,” he said, “you’ve got a busy afternoon.”

  “I do?” she asked, stretching languidly. “How come?”

  “Let see. You can start with the laundry in my bathroom, and then we’re going to sort through all your clothes to see what can be given to charity.”

  Her jaw dropped open in shock.

  “Laundry? My clothes?”

  He nodded.

  “Yes, Kate.”

  “I don’t know the first thing about doing laundry,” she confessed.

  “Then I shall have Lois teach you.”

  “Cooking is one thing,” she sputtered, abruptly shaken out of her nether world state, her just made promises having been kidnapped by the shock of his direction. “But laundry?”

  Dante leaned over her, kissed her cheek then stared at her.

  “Bottom still a bit tender, Kate?” he asked, his voice soft, but filled with menace.

  Kate gulped.

  Yikes! I’ve got to bite my tongue. But laundry? Really?

  “I asked you a question, sweetie,” he pressed, touching her backside.

  Kate nodded her head.

  “Yes, Sir. Still tender,” she replied, wishing she could think of something to say that would both appease him and get her out of the chore.

  “Would you care to make it more so?”

  She was staring at him,

  “Up to you, Kate. What’s it to be?”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kate stared at the washing machine. After two sharp smacks on her tender behind she had jumped from the bed and scurried into the bathroom to shower. Now she was in the laundry room with Lois beside her, sorting through not only the towels and washcloths from the bathroom, but Dante’s clothes from his time in the elements and other items that had been waiting to be laundered. Lois was explaining that it was important to separate the whites from colored items, showing her when to add the bleach and fabric softener, and Kate was doing her best to concentrate. It wasn’t easy. She found it tedious and boring.

  “This is so not my thing,” she moaned.

  “I don’t think laundry is anyone’s - uh - thing,” Lois smiled, “but it’s a necessity of life. If you are ever going to live outside this house or be by yourself you should know how to do your laundry.”

  “I suppose,” Kate yawned, “but I could always take it to the cleaners.”

  “You could,” Lois agreed. “But apparently Dante has other ideas,” she added, hoping the reminder that it was all his idea might get her mind back on the matter at hand. “About the fabric softener,” she continued. “You can buy the liquid type that goes into the rinse water or the cloths that you throw in the dryer.”

  “Good grief,” Kate declared. “I can’t take much more of this.”

  “More of what?”

  The sound of Dante’s voice startled them both. The tall gorgeous man was hobbling into the large laundry roo
m.

  “Kate is finding laundry a bit boring,” Lois remarked.

  “Ah. Well I’m sure she’ll get over that in time, won’t you Kate?” he asked, winking at her.

  “Yes, Dante, I will. I can’t promise to ever love it though,” she replied, dolefully.

  “You don’t have to love it but you should know how it’s done, Princess.”

  Despite the dreariness of the duty she felt an overwhelming desire to please him and turned her attention back to Lois. Inspired by his presence Kate did her best to elevate her interest level in the tiresome task at hand.

  Dante watched until the washing was loaded and the machine was started. Lois told Kate to call her when it had completed its cycle, then with a smile and a nod to Dante excused herself.

  “Kate,” Dante began, as soon as the woman had left the laundry room, “I don’t think I can make it up the stairs to your room to help you go through your clothes. You’ll have to do it by yourself.”

  Kate bit her lower lip. She still couldn’t imagine giving away any of her beautiful things.

  “I’m quite sure there are many outfits you no longer wear or are out of fashion, or more importantly, are not appropriate,” he said, seeing the flash of concern in her eyes. “When I say not appropriate, you know what I’m talking about - right?“

  “I guess so,” she replied.

  “No guessing,” he said firmly. “Get rid of anything too short, or with a plunging neckline, or see through - anything you know I would frown upon.”

  Kate sighed. It sounded like a very dreary chore and what he just described was most of her wardrobe!

  “When was the last time you had a clean out?”

  “Uh. Never, actually,” she admitted.

  “Never? Your closet must be bursting!” he exclaimed. He could easily imagine the overwhelming number of dresses pressed against each other, hanging on multiple closet rods.

  “Come to think of it,” she said, after pondering his question, “it is pretty stuffed. Maybe I can find a few bits and pieces I can part with.”

  “More than a few I hope,” Dante replied. “Take some large garden trash bags up to your room. I know you’ll be interrupted to finish the laundry but that’s ok. You can do two things at once.”

  She thought about her voluminous walk-in closet. It was the size of a large bedroom and the clothes she had outgrown or no longer liked she had simply pushed out of sight or stashed in the drawers of one of her several dressers.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before,” she mumbled. “I don’t even know where to start.”

  “Well I’m afraid I can’t get up the stairs with this ankle so you’ll just have to manage,” he stated. “I suspect your closet is rather large. Would that be right?”

  Kate rolled her eyes.

  “You could say that,” she said a little testily. “It’ll take forever.”

  Dante leaned against the wall and folded his arms.

  “Then I guess you’d better get started.”

  There was a somber tone to his voice and Kate felt a new dust devil flit to life.

  “I guess I’d better,” she replied, wishing she felt more enthusiastic.

  “The trash bags are in that utility closet,” he said, pointing to a door at the back of the laundry room. “And don’t forget to come back down in half an hour to check to see if the washing machine has stopped.”

  Kate nodded as she made her way to fetch the trash bags.

  “I’m going to soak my ankle for a while. When you have two trash bags full bring them down to me.”

  “Yes, Dante,” she replied, a wave of submission sweeping over her. She found the utility closet was full of supplies, including several boxes of garden sized, heavy duty trash bags. She pulled out half a dozen.

  “I hope dad calls back today. I can’t stand the suspense,” she remarked, following Dante out of the laundry room.

  “I’m sure it will be alright,” he replied, suppressing his grin. “I don’t think he wanted to cut you off and I’ve given him an option. And you too!” he added. “Hopefully you’ll both make the right decision,” he finished, stopping to stare at her intently.

  “I promise to do as I’m told,” she replied.

  But it’s not going to be easy. Laundry and closet clearing! Ugh! What else will I have to do?

  “I know you mean that,” he answered, leaning down to kiss her.

  His lips touched hers and a thrill shivered down her spine. Impulsively she dropped the trash bags and flung her arms around his neck, pushing herself against him. Taking her wrists in his hands he pushed her back.

  “No, no, naughty girl. No trying to distract me. Pick those up and get up to your closet,” he scolded.

  She grinned.

  “Are you sure I can’t tempt you for just a little while,” she crooned, placing her hand on his growing manhood.

  He clutched the back of her hair, and with his free hand swatted her hard. She let out a yelp.

  “Positive,” he growled, but with a sardonic smile on his face. “Now scoot.”

  “Ok, ok,” she wailed.

  He released her and she immediately scooped up the trash bags and hurried away. Dante hobbled back to his room and filled the tub with warm water. He wasn’t on his crutches but limping on the foot hadn’t been as painful as he’d feared.

  After sprinkling in some epsom salts he carefully unwrapped the bandage from his swollen ankle. It was still dark and angry but the swelling had decreased, and settling himself on the edge of the tub he lowered the painful joint into the tepid water. It felt good and he relaxed, imagining Kate busy at work in her closet. He shuffled sideways so as to rest his body against the the wall, and closed his eyes for what he thought was a brief moment. The sound of the phone ringing startled him, and he discovered the water had turned cold.

  Lifting his foot from the tub he placed it gingerly on the bathroom mat and began patting it dry. He heard the door to his suite open and looked up expectantly. Kate entered the bathroom, phone in hand.

  “It’s dad,” she whispered urgently.

  He sat back down on the edge of the tub and took the phone. Kate watched anxiously as he made some small talk, then agreed to something and said his goodbyes. He handed the phone back to her.

  “You’ll be very happy to know that your father has given you a second chance,” he smiled.

  Kate squealed, and lunged forward, kissing him squarely on the mouth, almost toppling them both into the tub.

  “Oh Dante, you’re the best!” she declared.

  “Just calm yourself a minute,” he said firmly, taking her arms and backing her away from him. “The terms are very strict and I’ll tell you in a minute. But first things first. Bandage my ankle please, and then we’ll have a sit down and discuss the call.”

  “Sure,” she beamed, unable to control her enthusiasm.

  “There’s a fresh ace bandage in that bag there,” he said, pointing to a small paper bag on the bathroom counter. “I’ll walk you through it.”

  Kate withdrew the bandage from the bag and settled on the bathroom floor. Slowly and carefully, under his precise instructions, she began to wrap Dante’s injured ankle.

  “It looks so much better,” she remarked, “and in such a short time.”

  “Yes. I’m very pleased,” he agreed. “I thought it would take longer for the swelling to go down.”

  “It’s all my special care,” she smiled, lifting her head and looking up at him.

  He smiled back at her and nodded his head.

  “I’m sure!”

  She turned her attention back to the bandaging and was done in a few minutes. He stood up, put some weight on it, and moved carefully back to the sofa. Once settled he lifted his foot on the coffee table. He had to admit it felt a lot better.

  “You did a good job,” he commented. “Not too tight but enough to give it some support. I’m sure I’ll be walking better in the next couple of days.”

  “That’
s great!” she exclaimed. “Do you want some aspirin or anything?”

  “Already took some. Now then, please take up your position and I’ll tell you what the rules are.”

  The little dust devil twirled in her stomach and Kate knelt in front of him. She loved it. Kneeling before him filled her with a strange sense of comfort. And she hoped he would touch her - anywhere. It mattered not where his fingers might stroke or fondle her, a rush of hot sparks zipped straight to her sex.

  “Your father has made his position very clear. He’s going to be back here in four weeks and if you are not reformed to his satisfaction - well you know the consequences. He’ll cut you off. So I’d say you really don’t have much choice. Would you agree?”

  Kate gulped and nodded.

  She couldn’t imagine it. She’d had as much money as she wanted or needed whenever she wanted or needed it, for as long as she could remember, and a car to drive since she was 15. Her Jaguar convertible was sitting in the garage. She used her credit cards without any thought to the money she was spending. Occasionally her mother would berate her for an expensive purchase but it would blow over and that would be that.

  “So it’s my way or you go apartment hunting?”

  “Yes, Dante,” she replied. “I get it.”

  “When he returns he’s hoping to find his daughter has become a polite, kind young woman who is considerate and well mannered and knows how to behave properly.”

  He emphasized the word properly, and Kate lowered her eyes.

  “Which means, you listen when someone speaks and you don’t interrupt. If someone disagrees with you there’s no temper tantrum or rudeness. And you’ll understand the concept of consequences.”

  Kate was staring at the floor. Was she really so terrible?

  “I don’t think I can teach you the value of a dollar but hopefully I can show you how lucky you are and instill a little gratitude. You’re a very fortunate young woman to have been born into such wealth.”

  Kate didn’t know how to respond so she just nodded her head, then glanced up at him.

  “I haven’t really thought about it much,” she admitted, quietly.