The Billionaire's Daughter

by Maggie Carpenter

  Glancing at her watch she saw it was almost 5:30 and quickly jumped from the bed, showered and changed, and made her way to Dante’s room. Knocking gingerly she waited. A few moments passed until she heard him invite her in and she pushed open the door. The only light in the room was from the small bedside lamp.

  “Just wondered what you’d like for dinner?” she queried.

  Dante was sitting on the edge of his bed looking a little bleary eyed.

  “Are you ok?” she asked.

  To his surprise Dante had fallen into a profound sleep and it was the soft knock on his door that had woken him.

  “I’m fine. Just had a long nap. Dinner - hmmm - pizza. How would you like to have a great big pizza?” he smiled.

  Kate smiled broadly. There was nothing she could imagine she’d like more than pizza.

  “That would be terrific,” she beamed. “Pepperoni and mushrooms?”

  “Sound great. I’ll be out in a little while. Order it in and set the kitchen table. And break open a bottle of some of that Cabernet for me. And whatever you would like of course.”

  Kate saluted happily and trotted off.

  Dante yawned. He had needed the rest and after a hot shower he knew he’d be set for the night ahead. Just the thought brought his cock to life once again, and he willed it back to rest. Idly he opened the night stand drawer and stared down at the tantalizing items waiting to be put to use. Smiling, he closed it and headed to the shower.

  By the time he entered the large kitchen the pizza had been delivered and the wine opened left to breath. Kate had also freshened up. She had obviously showered and was wearing a short black skirt and white turtle neck sweater. While it was a simple outfit she looked lovely, though he thought the skirt too shirt. But since they were in the house and the staff wasn’t around he let it go. Impulsively Dante grabbed her elbow and drew her into him for a long, leisurely kiss. He felt her body surrender as her lips melted against his own. Cock stiffening, he pulled slowly away and pecked her on the cheek.

  “You look lovely, Kate,” he said, meaning it.

  Her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him.

  “Pizza,” he announced, breaking away. “I think we’d better eat now or we may not eat at all.”

  Kate giggled and they settled into the table and began to share the rich, gooey pie. The wine was comforting and smooth and when they had finished Dante felt completely satisfied. He watched Kate efficiently clean things up and felt very proud of her. She’d come a long way in a short amount of time. Having completed the chore she returned to her seat across the table from him.

  “I want you to go and fetch that harness I bought you today, wait five minutes, then come back to my room,” he instructed, his voice warm and inviting.

  A surge of erotic spice sizzled down her spine and she hurried away. Dante rose, and picking up the half empty bottle of wine and his glass he made his way to his suite to make the few preparations for the evening ahead.

  He began by setting the lights so as to cast a dim, warm glow throughout the room. He lit the fireplace but kept it on low so the room would remain on the cool side, then pulled down the bed covers. Satisfied, he sat on the couch sipping his wine waiting for her to arrive.

  It was only a minute or so later that she knocked on the door. When she entered the sweater and skirt were gone and had been replaced with a thin silk robe. She was carrying the leather harness in her hands, and without hesitating moved across the room and kneeled before him.

  Without speaking he turned her sideways, removed the robe and ran his hand across her naked pink backside. He smacked her twice, hard enough to extract a wince, then took the top from her hands. Turning her around so her back was towards him he proceeded to dress her in the salacious outfit. He buckled the straps tightly and this time there was no outburst.

  When he turned her to face him so as to buckle the straps around her breasts, her face and chest were red and her breath short and ragged. It was obvious Kate was already filled with her decadent need. It only took a minute to buckle the breast straps, and he sat back and studied the lovely visage.

  Her nipples were already hardening, and taking her breasts in his hands he began to pinch and toy with them. She winced and whimpered and moaned lightly, and Dante knew she was already feeling the juicy wetness between her legs, but slipped a finger in her her pussy to check. She was dripping and whined quietly at the teasing touch. Withdrawing his finger he reached down and picked up the box.

  “This is for you Kate.”

  She stared up at him. He had a glint in his eye, and while the black velvet box appeared to promise something glittery, perhaps a bracelet, or necklace, or earrings, she had a feeling it did not contain anything of the sort. His hands caressed her ass as she carefully lifted the hinged lid. At first she had no idea what it was she was looking at, then assumed they were an unusual pair of earrings. They resembled miniature silver clothes pegs, the rounded tops clinching a bud that rose up from the velvet backing.

  “They’re lovely. They're earrings?” she asked, intrigued by their unique appearance. His hands still roaming across her backside were totally distracting.

  “Close your eyes,” he replied, removing his hands from her ass and taking the box from her, “and you will find out. Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”

  She did as she was told and he placed the box on the coffee table. Taking one of the clamps he pushed the handles together opening the rounded top. Wrapping the fingers of his free hand around her right breast he squeezed, pushing her nipple out. She groaned, and when he gently placed the clamp around her tiny red bud and released the tips allowing the metal to bite into her pink flesh, she let out a startled cry.

  “God!” she cried. “Ow, ow, ow.”

  She was gasping and Dante quickly lowered the small round metal ring responsible for the tension of the hold, and she let out a long whimper of relief. He studied her face. The clamp was still tight but not so tight as to be intolerable. Noting the placement he set the matching clamp to the same tension and repeated the process on her other breast, which she accepted with a deep, soulful moan.

  “You may open your eyes, Kate,” he said. "Nipple clamps. They suit you, and your tits deserve jewelry. I will use them for pleasure,” he paused, then added, “or discipline.

  Kate was panting. The tight throb that was coursing through her breasts was pulsing down her torso directly into her pussy.

  “I know when I applied the first one it was a nasty pain. Now it’s a strangely sensuous pain, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, breathlessly. “It is strange - exciting,” she stammered.

  He instructed her to close her eyes again, then let her sit for a minute or two, watching her, allowing her to process and embrace the new sensations. Satisfied, he stood up and walked across to the bedside table, opening the drawer and picking up the wrist cuffs and blindfold.

  Approaching her from behind he deftly placed her wrists in the leather shackles and snapped them to chrome rings half way up her back. The blindfold slipped over her eyes and she moaned softly as the forgiving foam closed around her, blocking all light, sending her into darkness. Taking her by the elbow he helped her up and slowly led her across the room to the bed. He placed her far enough back so it would only be her head that would rest upon it, then taking her by the hair he lowered her face down until her cheek was laying on the sheet.

  “Feet apart,” he ordered, standing back.

  Kate separated her legs, and with her wrists locked in their cuffs and snapped in place behind her, the position caused her back to arch, which made her backside protrude in a most vulnerable and lascivious manner. She whimpered as she felt his hands roam across her bottom.

  “I told you there would be further punishment for your impetuous outburst this afternoon and that time has come,” he said sternly. 'But I understand why you did it, and I know you will communicate your moods to me in future. So this is more training than
punishment. A reminder to talk to me when necessary."

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

  “I have every intention of implementing whatever is necessary to not only have you ready to greet your father, but to ensure your proper behavior in the future.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she stammered. “I understand."

  Two sharp smacks of his hand followed, then he backed away. Kate could hear him moving around the room and listened intently, attempting to discern his actions.

  The sight of Kate’s beautiful backside presented in such a lovely position, along with her ripe breasts hanging under her, clamped so deliciously, made him want to drop his trousers and fuck her rigorously, but he had more than enough self control to stay focused and continue with the task at hand.

  He pulled the small box containing the vibrating egg from the drawer and retrieved the lube from the bathroom. Slipping the crop off the hook just inside the closet, he stared at the flogger hanging next to it. As much as he wanted to christen the flogger it was too soon. That he was saving for another, very specific time.

  Kate was quietly moaning. The nipple clamps were biting into her tender flesh, but in a manner that shot toe tingling sparks through her entire being. She felt so alive, almost feverish, and any fear or apprehension was fueling the thrill of it all. She trusted Dante completely, but she also knew he was more than capable of spanking her to tears and she had no idea what other perversions he had waiting in store. Her heart was pounding and her pussy lips swelling as she waited. When she sensed he had returned and was standing behind her, she took a deep breath and held it.

  “Don’t do that,” he said softly. “Don’t hold your breath.”

  She was a little startled by the tenderness of the instruction and it helped to relax her. Sighing deeply she tried her best to breath as normally as she could.

  Dante gazed fondly at the inviting sight before him and ran his hand over the goosebumps that had appeared on her skin.

  “You are going to be humbled and disciplined Kate,” he cautioned, “but you know you are in good hands.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Kate replied, soothed by his tone and reassuring words.

  Without warning his finger lightly touched her back hole. Instinctively she tensed and had to remind herself to breath.

  “I said you were going to be humbled,” Dante repeated, “and you will be.”

  Kate groaned.

  Oh God. I should have known it was going to be something like this...

  Dante toyed with the puckered little hole for a few minutes, watching her tense with nervousness. When he was satisfied she was prepared he reached for his lube and placed a small amount on his finger, smearing it in place. She groaned again and when he began to penetrate, she let out a woeful cry.

  “Be quiet and accept Kate,” he warned. “I won’t stand for any nonsense tonight. Those clamps can always be tightened and I can always add time to the spanking you’re about to receive.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, through clenched teeth.

  Dante picked up the egg, covered it with copious amounts of lube and presented it to the tiny opening. He knew from experience that two good pushes followed by several quick hard smacks, then a sudden hard thrust would get the job done, regardless of the reticence of the recipient.

  He pushed once, felt the instant resistance, pushed a second time, felt the resistance lessen a little, then holding it firmly at her entrance with one hand, he started to spank Kate’s upended bottom very hard and very fast.

  “Accept it you bad girl,” he growled, as the blows landed sharply, one after the other.

  Kate cried and yelped as his hand exploded on her ass. After his short, fierce spanking he pushed again, and just as he expected she opened up and the egg slithered inside. The wire attached to the remote lay dangling, evidence of its placement. Kate was breathless, aghast at the intruder inside her.

  “One of these days you will learn to do as you’re told young lady,” he said sternly, “regardless of what is asked of you. Your bottom will pay the price if you don’t and had you waited much longer your nipples would have as well.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice small and shaking.

  “Now just rest there a minute and get used to the feeling. There’s quite a bit more to follow. One of these days you’ll want that lovely little thing just where it is. You’ll beg me to put it there.”

  Kate couldn’t imagine such a thing. She felt totally overcome, humiliated and punished. More to come? What more could there possibly be?

  Dante returned to the couch and viewed the lovely sight before him. The remote control for the egg was sitting on the bed next to her, its three speeds ready to be activated. The crop lay next to it, and Kate’s pretty pink bottom was waiting, the magnificent, round cheeks inviting his attention.

  As Dante began to undress, his cock grateful for its release from the confinement of his clothing, he could see Kate beginning to relax. She had no idea of the great pleasure she was about to experience. Laying his clothes across the chair he walked back and reached for the crop. Though his ankle was still reminding him he was not 100%, it was the last thing on his mind as he let his cock slither suggestively across her tender ass.

  “Oh Dante,” she cried, “please give it to me,” she begged.

  Dante smiled.

  “I most certainly will,” he replied, and stepping back raised the crop in the air.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  The wide leather tongue of the small fat crop landed on Kate’s right cheek with a loud cracking sound. She let out a short sharp wail, and Dante smiled with satisfaction at the perfect mark. He moved it across to the left cheek and slapped it down again. Kate winced and cried out, but Dante’s desire to crop her well far surpassed any empathy he had.

  Dante was particularly fond of the crop, both its size and style. It had a strong rubber handle, easy to grip and control, and the flicking leather at the end of the stick could be made to dance against the flesh in several different ways. He had learned that variety could elevate a cropping from a simple chastisement to one of anticipation and unpredictability.

  He moved the tongue from cheek to cheek, never landing the leather on the same spot twice but expertly making sure her entire bottom was covered. The crop would land smartly, eliciting a sharp cry, and then almost tickle with the next stroke. Kate moved her hips from side to side after each blow, salaciously exhibiting her bottom in a manner that was having a pronounced effect on Dante’s already very stiff member. By the time he had finished she was apologizing profusely, promising to never snap at him again, ever, about anything, and to always tell him if she was feeling upset.

  Dante returned the crop to the closet and moving slowly back to his whimpering charge he traveled his hands softly across her punished behind. Speaking gently he reminded that any misdemeanor had to be dealt with, and that was something she must always remember.

  She had been learning to control her temper but her outburst at the private boutique made it obvious she still had a ways to go. He continued the post spanking caresses for some time, until her whimpering had transformed into a soft, grateful, mewing.

  Kate was overcome. The cropping had been one thing, but the egg was something else entirely. Every time she had wiggled or moved her hips it made itself known. It was as if it owned her. She had tried desperately not to writhe so she could avoid the sensation. It didn’t hurt but it felt huge inside her and most uncomfortable.

  Touching between her pussy lips he found, as he expected, a wet hungry crevice. His cock was swollen and just as hungry as Kate’s juicy pussy. He pressed his hardness against her burnt backside and she squirmed in response.

  “Have we learned our lesson Kate?” he asked, his voice tinged with compassion.

  “Definitely, Sir,” she replied immediately.

  “If you snap at your father, or mother, or anyone in this house you’ll get the exact same treatment, perhaps even more.”

  “Yes, Sir
,” she stammered.

  “Learn to control your temper and hold your tongue and you’ll be fine. If you just tell me how you’re feeling a visit with the crop or my hard hand can be avoided.”

  “Yes, Sir. I am very sorry,” she whimpered, “and I promise I’ve learned my lesson.”

  He reached down and picked up the remote control attached to the egg firmly implanted inside her. From the moment he had ordered the spicy, scintillating, sexy toy he had imagined how it would be to watch her reaction to its magical massage.

  “How is the little intruder feeling, Kate?” he asked, fondling the switch on the remote control box, greatly looking forward to sending the power through the wire.

  “Still overwhelming but I’m getting kind of used to it,” she replied, a deep red heat moving across her face. She was glad her head was buried in the mattress. It felt almost as hot and red as her bottom.

  “Prepare yourself,” he warned. “It’s about to stimulate you in a very sexy way.”

  She didn’t understand how that was possible but took a deep breath and waited, trying to prepare for precisely what she didn’t know. Dante flicked the switch. It was set on the lowest level, just enough to tease her mercilessly.

  “Ooohhhh,” she groaned, the vibrations sizzling through her sex. “That’s - that’s...”

  “Relax,” he crooned. “You don’t have to speak, just ride the ripples.”

  Kate was overcome. She had not expected the little egg capable of producing such a delicious sensation. The orgasm laying in wait was brought instantly to life and she began bleating with expectation. With very second that passed the hedonistic device became one sublime moment after another, magically taking her to an apocalyptic orgasm.

  Dante slipped his free hand between her legs and fondled her swollen, sensitive little knob, feeling feel the vague vibration on the tips of his finger.