The Billionaire's Daughter

by Maggie Carpenter

  “I feel like I’m going to come,” she suddenly burst out.

  Dante chuckled.

  “Really? You think you can come?”

  He knew the combination of his busy fingers and the vibrating egg would bring her to the edge, but he also knew there probably wasn’t quite enough stimulation from the oval shaped tormentor to put her over the top. He also knew the pain of her punishment was now contributing to her intense pleasure.

  “Yeeesss....!” she cried.

  Kate could absolutely feel her moment threatening. The stimulation deep in her backside was spurring her on and she wriggled and squirmed in a futile attempt to bring it home.

  Dante smiled as he watched her efforts. Her upturned bottom and her dripping, swollen cunt peeping out between her thighs could not look any more inviting.

  “You have my permission to try,” Dante teased, moving his hand lovingly over her writhing posterior.

  “Thank you,” she moaned, “but --ooohhhh - I’m not sure...it’s it’s ...I don’t think... I can...” she stammered.

  “You may keep trying,” he said softly, then placing his cock between her thighs he instructed her to close her legs.

  “Ooooh --- “ she wailed, feeling him tantalizing close to her pussy.

  He began to slither in and out between her legs. She was pursuing her release in the most licentious manner, moving her ass salaciously and clenching her thighs together, and Dante’s cock so close to her cunt was driving her crazy. His cock was oozing copiously, making the thigh fucking even more delectable, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to continue the lewd play for very long.

  He gripped her crimson wriggling cheeks and gave himself several more extremely lascivious and pleasurable minutes. Then it was time. He was perilously close to coming. Picking up the remote he switched off the teasing, tantalizing little egg.

  “Oooohhhh,” she cried in disappointment. All embarrassment connected to the twitching toy was gone and she thrust her ass back begging for more.

  “So now we want it?” Dante asked, smoothly.

  Kate was panting, continuing to move her bottom back and forth at him clearly in desperate straits. She didn’t just want it, she wanted it urgently.

  “Please - please,” she begged, “turn it back on.”

  “No. Not quite yet,” he replied, patiently. “But do you see how quickly you have come to love your new little friend?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she cried. “I have - I do!”

  She couldn’t keep still. Her pussy was tingling and ravenous and she hoped and prayed he would thrust into her and fuck her senseless. She groaned as he slid two probing fingers inside her hot, wet depths and toyed lightly. It wasn’t enough! She needed his cock, she needed the egg vibrating inside her, she needed...

  “Tell me what you want,” he said teasingly, interrupting her desperate thoughts as he continued to torment her.

  “I want you to... I want the egg,” she stammered, finding it almost impossible to speak.

  “You want me to what?” he pressed.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she burst out. “Fuck me hard.”

  Dante pulled his fingers away and reached into the drawer, retrieving the dildo.

  “Let’s just see how much you mean that,” he said, as he tore the plastic wrap away from the decadent toy. It was not quite as large as he was but certainly big enough for his purposes. Without further hesitation he slipped the knob inside her about two inches and held it still.

  She gasped as she felt the initial penetration, then squealed in protest as she realized the lovely cock was not him but a poor imitation. But it did not stop her pushing back for more, grateful for anything that would penetrate her craving cavern. He smacked her and told her to be still until he instructed otherwise. She bit her lip, forcing herself to be motionless. She was panting, her yearning hopelessly urgent.

  He kept her that way for a minute or so, showing her no mercy, moving the dlido ever so slightly. He knew how desperate she felt and was very pleased that she was managing to stay still in spite of his incessant teasing. Finally satisfied he reached for the egg's remote control, moving the speed dial to medium.

  “Fuck away Kate. Show me just how horny you are,” he ordered, flicking the switch.

  She cried out as the vibrating egg sent the shocking, delicious sensations through her sex. She thrust back, chasing the dildo. Dante would let her gain a little ground then pull it away. She began to lose herself in the dance, groaning and moving, circling her ass lewdly, wanting and needing the plastic cock and pursuing the ever elusive climax.

  Dante watched her beautiful behind bounce around. It was a gorgeous sight. Without warning thrust the plastic penis deep inside her, and as he plunged it home she wailed in happiness. He continued to stroke her aggressively, knowing she was moving ever closer to her orgasm. She was as wanton a woman as he’d ever seen.

  “Oh Dante,” she cried, “I can come. I can come!”

  The powerful climax was now on top of her and she was sure she was about to explode.

  “No, not yet,” he replied, hastily switching of the vibrator but leaving the dildo in place.

  He could see her yearning moist nether lips wrapping themselves around the tube. She was gasping and moaning, desperate for her release. It had been so evasive and now that it was upon her - actually there for the taking - she couldn’t believe he’d denied her.

  “And what have you learned in this lesson, Kate?” he asked calmly, moving his hand across her red cheeks, attempting to calm her. She was still moving her hips in salacious circles seeking some kind of satisfaction.

  “I - uh - I - I’m not sure,” she stammered.

  “I think you have to come realize, my sweet sexy Kate, that when I introduce new things you have to trust me. You love the little egg!”

  “Oh yes, Sir,” she whimpered. “I do!”

  It was true. At first the thought of having the egg inside her filled her with fright and humiliation, but it was only a few minutes before its magic had won her over and now she wanted it. She wanted it very badly.

  “It’s all about trust Kate. You have to trust me. You must be submissive and accepting. You resisted me when I first attempted to insert it. That’s not good.”

  “Ohhhh,” she moaned. “Yes Sir.”

  “I expect you to be submissive, willing and obedient. If you can’t be those three things I’m wasting my time.”

  He slipped a finger against her clit and began the teasing circling movement he knew drove her crazy. She groaned and wiggled in response.

  “Oooohhh.... yes, Sir. I promise I’ll be all those things,” she gasped, losing herself in his touch.

  “So next time I present you with something new, you’ll be submissive, willing and obedient. Accepting without hesitation. Have we learned that Kate?”

  “Yes, Sir. We have,” she replied, trying very hard to listen to him, which was increasingly difficult as his fingers continued their flawless rhythm.

  “If I reward you and it turns out you don’t remember to accept and obey next time it will be a big disappointment, so don’t tell me you’ve learned something unless you know it to be absolutely true.”

  Kate’s pussy was pulsating and needy, clutching greedily at the dildo, and Dante’s teasing fingers were driving her to distraction. She was trying desperately to focus on his words but it was almost impossible.

  “I’ve learned. I’ve learned,” she cried out. “I will be submissive and willing and - and - and - obedient,” she wailed, remembering the last decree. “And accepting,” she added quickly.

  Dante smiled. She had done her very best and now deserved her reward.

  Pulling his fingers from between her lips he slowly withdrew the dildo. She moaned as it slipped out of her and thrust back not wanting to feel empty.

  “Don’t worry,” he crooned soothingly. “My cock is coming.”

  “Oh thank you, Sir,” she cried, with relief and joy. “Thank you.”

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nbsp; He placed himself at her entrance and slowly pressed himself home. She was balmy and deliciously moist and he closed his eyes as he slithered into her spicy, steaming pussy. It grabbed him, and once deeply buried he held himself still, enjoying every luscious moment as he fondled her beautiful backside. Her skin was still warm and pink, the evidence of the cropping very much apparent. Reaching up he tickled her back, tracing his fingertips up her vertebrae.

  Moving his hands underneath her, he closed them around her clamped tits. She winced as the pressure of his squeeze caused the silver pins to pinch lightly, and he could feel her pussy quiver as the clamps made their presence known.

  Taking the ends of the tight little pins he released their grip. She squealed as they stopped their tweaking, the removal of the clamps creating as much pain as the initial placement of them. He let the clamps drop on the bed, and taking each of her breasts he caressed and gently squeezed. She groaned in pleasure, his fingers comforting the twinge the clamps had left. She moved back and forth, fucking his cock gently as he continued to caress and fondle, transforming the pinching pain into a throbbing gratifying warmth.

  Pulling his hands from her breasts and rising back up he found the egg's power control and flicked the switch, keeping it at medium speed. Immediately she moaned and wriggled as the vibrations buzzed through her. The exquisite sensation tingled against his cock, and gripping her hips he began pumping with strong, hard, thrusts.

  Kate thought she would faint with pleasure. She was overcome with the multitude of sensations surging through her body. The nipple clamps had made her tits throb with a dull, delicious pain, but when they were removed it was replaced with sharp sparks that traveled down her spine with lightening speed, electrifying her sex. He was inside her now, filling her, fucking her, and the decadent vibrating egg was sending waves of indescribable ecstasy to every part of her being. The powerful orgasm was looming over her and she fleetingly wondered if she could survive it.

  Dante could feel her body tense with its need. Her entire physical being was alive, every nerve taut, waiting for the release. She was not alone. His cock was ready to burst, impatient to shoot forth. Her lovely round, red, punished backside looked up at him and he couldn’t resist the urge to land a few good smacks to sharpen the tenderness he was sure she was still feeling. He raised his hand, opened his palm, and let it fall with a practiced flick of his wrist.

  The feel of her skin, already hot from the previous punishment, filled him with renewed vigor and his strokes accelerated. He spanked her again and again, relishing the sound and feel of her crimson flesh under his hand.

  She gasped and winced as the spanks landed, but after each swat her pussy clutched at him hungrily, betraying the result of his searing slaps. His orgasm was upon him and he was unable to fend it off any longer. Grabbing the remote he turned it on high. The vibrations surged through them both and Kate cried out as the climax she’d been chasing for so long erupted through her loins.

  “Please --- mmmaaayyyy I ccccooommmeee,” she wailed.

  “Yes!” he shouted, gripping her hips, thrusting into her, groaning loudly as his spasms shook him, the convulsions shaking him to the core. The insistent vibrations from the egg were unrelenting, milking them both, demanding more and more from their bodies.

  Kate cried and howled as the orgasmic tsunami thundered through her body. Then suddenly, she was floating. She was free, weightless, and she could hear Dante’s voice from far away. He wasn’t inside her anymore and the egg wasn’t either. There was just a light, beatific, sublime feeling, and she was drifting far above everything.

  She could feel him stroking her face and then her eyes fluttered open, and she was on her back.

  “What happened,” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

  “You flew,” Dante answered quietly, smiling down at her. “The ultimate orgasmic reward.”

  “Flew? I don’t understand,” she breathed.

  “You had an orgasm so strong, you surrendered so completely, that you experienced what many think is an out of body experience. It’s called flying. And now you feel wonderful, don’t you?”

  “Oh, I do,” she murmured. “Can’t describe it.”

  An idyllic sense of peace had flooded her. A pure complete contentment.

  “You can stay with me tonight,” he said softly.

  “Thank you so much,” she moaned. “I don’t think I could bear to be sent away.”

  “I know,” Dante answered. “And I don’t want you to go. Fall asleep. Don’t think about anything.”

  He pulled the bedcovers up and switched out the light. Darkness and quiet filled the room. He thought about the days ahead. When her father returned Dante had no doubt the man would be shocked by the transformation.

  Closing his eyes, he hugged her tightly.

  Last but not least! Dress code 101 would begin in the morning.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Dante had managed to make it up the stairs by moving slowly, and had walked into exactly what he expected, a spacious but messy bedroom. But he wasn’t surprised. What did astonish him was the extraordinary painting that graced the walls and ceiling. And the furniture, beautifully festooned with flowers that boasted so much detail and delicate work, they looked almost real.

  This must have cost a fortune, he thought. Hours and hours.

  “Is something the matter?” Kate asked. He was leaning against the wall, completely still, staring around the room. “I know it’s a bit of a mess,” she said quickly. “I’ll try harder to keep it tidy.”

  “Yes - you will,” he said, almost absently. “But I can’t get over all this artwork. Who did this? It must have cost a pretty penny.”

  She felt her heart swell, and a deep, happy blush crossed her face.

  “Um - no. Just the paint,” she squeaked, almost too emotional to trust her voice.

  “I don’t understand,” he replied, turning his gaze from the work to look at her.

  “I did it,” she said simply.

  Dante was never at a loss for words, but he absolutely did not know what to say.

  He gazed back at the ceiling. The ivy was so beautifully painted it looked as if it could drop leaves on his head. Without speaking he moved across to the bed and sat down, brought his legs up, and leaned back against the decorated headboard.

  “Kate - please come and sit next to me,” he said, softly.

  She wasn’t sure why he was being so reserved and kind of weird, but she hurried over and sat down next to him. He took her hand and kissed it.

  “Kate - sweet Kate,” he began. “Are you aware that you are enormously talented? I don’t just mean, you can paint. I mean - you are gifted. Truly gifted.”

  She felt a lump in her throat and thought her heart would burst. If Dante said it, it meant something.

  “You think so? I mean - I know I’m pretty good - and I find the classes a bore. But you think...”

  Dante cracked up. Of course she found the classes a bore!

  “What’s so funny?” she asked, perplexed by his unexpected outburst.

  “You! You are so funny,” he said, still chuckling. “You are too - oh just too!” he declared. “Do you want to be a painter? Is this what you’d like to do with your life?”

  “I’d love to be a painter,” she answered happily. “I just want to paint and ride horses.”

  Dante laughed again, then dropping her hand, reached around her shoulder and hugged her tightly.

  “Right. Then you shall paint. But you will go to some kind of art institute. Sorry - but you need to.”

  “But I--” she started - then stopped.

  “Ah - good!” he exclaimed. “Things are actually starting to sink in!”

  She sighed.

  Yes - I guess they are.

  “Enough of that,” he decreed, kissing her lightly. “Time to see what you have left to wear. Go and put on the first dress. Hopefully this won’t take too long.”

  “Okay” she said, and jumping from t
he bed, disappeared into her closet, returning quickly in a short black spandex dress sporting a halter top that left little to the imagination. The stretchy salacious fabric pressed against her breasts, outlining her pert, very erect nipples. The hem was mid thigh but the tightness of the dress made it appear shorter, and outlined very clearly the round luscious shape of her bottom.

  “No Kate. That simply won’t do.”

  “But this is one of my favorites. I wear it to parties,” she simpered.

  “I’m sure you do,” he replied patiently, “but those days are over. No self respecting young lady would be seen in public in a dress like that, unless she was charging for her time,” he quipped.

  “What?” Kate asked, not believing her ears. Was he accusing her of looking like a prostitute?

  “Kate,” he said patiently, “it makes you look like a slut. I’m sure your father would be very disappointed if you welcomed him home dressed in that. Sorry sweetie - it’s a no. The dress is out of here. Next.”

  Kate felt a flash of rebellious anger but held her tongue and disappeared back into her large closet/dressing room. If that didn’t pass, she doubted most of the others wouldn’t either. Changing quickly, she sauntered out in a hot pink silk shift dress and Dante shook his head.

  “You may as well be naked!” he exclaimed. “It’s basically transparent.”

  Kate felt her face redden. She knew he was right but what he didn’t know was the very fact that it was so provocative was one of the reasons she had bought it in the first place.

  “Not a chance you’re keeping that and I’ll bet it cost a fortune as well,” he said, shaking his head.

  She wanted to protest, to exclaim how sexy she felt when she was wearing it, but again held her tongue.

  “Wait,” he said, stopping her as she headed back into her closet. “Put that aside. I’d like to keep that for my own personal pleasure.”

  She grinned, his sexy request lightening her mood.

  “Oh, Dante. I would like that very much. Thank you.”