The Billionaire's Daughter (20 page)

“Manners
Kate.
 
Attention to manners was
sadly lacking in your upbringing.
 
What I mean by manners is not just saying please and thank you, and
being respectful and having an upbeat positive attitude.
 
Good manners and courteous behavior is something
that must be an overall part of your demeanor.
 
Think about that for the next little while.”

Taking
one last look at her beautiful bottom and hot pink pussy, he moved himself off
her body and slid off the bed.
 
Moving around the mattress he untied her wrists and ankles, then told
her she could relax as she wished.
 
Groaning quietly, she stretched the muscles of her legs and rolled on to
her back and looked up at him, standing at the side of the bed.

“I’m
going to leave you for a little while.
 
You can wash your face and hands if you wish, lay down and rest, but you
will not take a shower or touch between your legs to pleasure yourself, or
comfort your tingling little pussy lips in any way.
 
Nor will you leave this room.
 
I can walk back in at any time so don’t risk disobeying
me.
 
You’ll know what will happen
if you do.”

Kate
shuddered at the thought.
 
Another
severe spanking she did not want!

“Yes,
Sir,” she answered, “I wouldn’t even consider it.
 
Not for a moment.”

“Wise!
 
When I return I will continue your
training. In the meantime you need to catch your breath and consider everything
I’ve told you.
 
All the rules.
 
When I come back we’ll go over it
quickly before moving on.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she sighed.

He
dropped his head down and kissed her lightly then limped out of the room.

She
stretched her legs again, then her arms, and felt her muscles sigh in relief
and gratitude.
 
The tantalizing
heat between her legs was screaming for attention but there was no way she
would succumb to the temptation.
 
She closed her eyes and thought about the man who had unexpectedly swept
her into an erotic world of pleasure and pain.
 
She had never even conceived of such things.

In
the large living room Dante stared out at the night sky.
 
It was still overcast so there was
little moonlight.
 
Colored lights
shone against the trees in the distance, lights he had put in place.
  

Kate,
Princess of the Manor, was finally getting what she’d had coming for a very
long time.
 
He was determined to
present to her father a refined, polite, sweet young woman of whom he could be
proud.
 
But the truth was he wasn’t
doing this just for Bill.
 
This was
about Kate.
 

He
had known she had been spinning out of control since her teens.
 
She had been in need of his very
special attention for years.
 
He
cared about her very much and had been wanting to step up to the plate and help
her, but just hadn’t known how to make his approach.
 
That Bill had called him was a Godsend.

Sighing,
he decided he’d give her thirty minutes then the training would
recommence.
 

Glancing
at the impressive Italian clock on the large fireplace mantle, he settled into
an easy chair and idly stroked his cock, reliving the delicious sight of Kate’s
bright pink posterior reflected in the mirror.
 
It was divine, and a position he’d be using on a regular
basis.
 
With that, he willed
himself to think of something far more mundane.
 
He couldn’t give into his urgent hunger just yet.
 
There was more training to be done. But
soon, he sighed.
 
Very soon.

CHAPTER TEN

When
he returned to the bedroom he was delighted at the sight of the pretty,
punished Princess. She was back over the pillows, legs apart, hands above her
head as if she was tied.
 
Perhaps
the rest of the night could be spend training Kate in areas other than civility
and decorum.

“What’s
this?” he asked.
 
“I gave you
permission to make yourself comfortable.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied quietly.
 
“I just
wanted you to see that I’m earnest about your training and I’m ready for more
if you think I need it.
 
I thought
it was the best way I could show my commitment, waiting for you like this.”

“I
see.
  
I’m very pleased.
 
I’ve told you good girls get rewarded
and you know I keep my promises.”

She
smiled across at him, very pleased with herself that she had done something
right.
 
He settled himself on the
edge of the bed and instructed her to lay across his lap.
 
Without hesitating she moved across his
thighs and laid completely still.

“Excellent.
 
Obey every instruction I give you with
the same enthusiasm and you’ll be just fine.
 
I’m going to caress you and you have permission to make any
sounds you wish.”

“Thank
you, Sir,” she sighed, relieved hat the attention she was about to receive was
going to be more about pleasure than pain.

His
hands began moving slowly and softly across her scratchy, reddened behind,
 
and she moaned happily as her skin
responded to his comforting touch.
 
She wiggled a little and he told her to keep still.
 
She ceased all movement
immediately.
 
Sliding a finger into
her sodden slit he discovered she was as hungry as she had been when he’d left,
perhaps even more so.
 
He slithered
into her sex and smiled with satisfaction as she let out a long hungry
groan.
 
He knew she wanted to
wriggle and writhe against his searching fingers.
 
That she was resisting temptation and truly fighting to obey
him was an excellent sign.

“You
want to wriggle don’t you, Kate?”

“Yes,
Sir.
 
Very much,” she replied
plaintively.

“Then
you may.
  
I’m allowing it
because you controlled yourself.
 
It must not have been easy.”

“Thank
you, Sir,” she replied, immediately thrusting back against his hand.

Rubbing
his thumb against her sweet little nub he fingered her with strong, measured
thrusts.
 
He could feel her pussy
responding, pulsating against him, and when her breathing accelerated and her
wriggling became excessive he pulled out and returned to caressing her
backside, hearing a moan of disappointment.

“No
release yet sweet girl,” he said softly.
 
“But soon.
 
Stand up and
raise your skirt and bend over the mattress.”

She
promptly rose from his lap, and holding her skirt around her waist laid herself
over the side of the bed.

“Spread
your legs apart,” he continued, “and arch your back.”

He
watched her present herself and wished he could have fucked her as she stood,
but he was worried that his ankle might not support him.
 
Instead, after throwing off his robe,
he moved a chair from the nearby desk and sat directly behind her.
 
With one hand he cupped her pussy and
squeezed gently, and the other he moved lightly across her beautiful, bright
red bottom.
 
She groaned, rotating
her ass in response to the tantalizing touch.
 
The salacious sight was driving him mad.
 
He wanted her.
 
He wanted to fuck the daylights out of
her.
 
Reaching across to the
nightstand he pulled open the drawer.
 
Finding the condom he ripped open the packet with his teeth, and
expertly he slid it in place.
 
Gripping her hips he pulled her down toward his cock.

“Guide
it in,” he ordered.

She
reached between her legs, found his stiff throbbing shaft and wrapped her hand around
it.
 
Dante swallowed hard, the feel
of her delicate fingers extraordinarily exquisite.
 
She slowly sank down, impaling herself on his solid member
and cried out in joy and relief.
 
Dante, his strong hands gripping her hips, moved her up and down, relishing
the feel of her succulent twat. Once she had the rhythm he wanted he moved his
hands up to her full, ripe breasts.

They
were covered by the silky sensuous dress and he didn’t even attempt to undo the
buttons.
 
Clutching the cloth on
either side he yanked hard.
 
They
popped easily and the front of the dress fell open.
 
Kate let out a yelp of surprise but Dante’s broad hands
corralled her horny tits and she leaned forward, pushing against his palms.

“Don’t
stop fucking me,” he warned, grabbing each of her nipples between his thumb and
forefinger.

She
was moaning and panting, her fever increasing as toyed with her sparkling
nipples.
 
He could feel his moment
threatening and ordered her to slow down and settle on his cock.
 
Leaning back against his chest she
eased to a stop, his manhood buried deep inside her.

“Tell
me what you learned tonight, Kate,” he said as he caught his breath, kissing
her shoulders.

“Oh
Dante,” she gasped, “it’s so hard to think.”
 

“I
know there are other things on your mind,” he said, sucking her shoulder blade
and gently pressing her nipple, “but if you want an orgasm and not another
spanking you’ll tell me what I want to hear.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she squeaked.
 
“I’ve learned
first and foremost that I must obey you.
 
Then,” she continued, her breathing short and rapid, “I learned that I
have to be polite and courteous and have manners, and - and ...” she stammered.

“And
what,” he pressed, tweaking her nipple a little harder.

She
let out a sharp cry.

“And
I have to learn out to be - um - the word you used - I can’t remember,” she
stammered.

“You’d
better remember pretty quickly,” he warned.

“Oh...
uh - be happy -
 
a positive
attitude!” she cried.
 

“Just
in time,” he said, releasing her nipple and gently fondling her breast. “Stand
up please, then take off your dress and sit back down on my cock, facing me
this time.”

Kate
did as she was told as Dante watched, stroking himself and as he looked at her
he felt a deep and powerful caring.
 
Devouring her body and training her was having a profound affect on him.

Straddling
his lap and taking his member in her hand as she had before, she guided him
inside her steamy, inviting depths.
 
For a moment he stared hungrily at her delectable breasts, then placed
his mouth around her nipple.
 
Kate
let out a sigh of pleasure as he sucked and nibbled.
 
She was moving her hips in circles and he could feel her
perfect pussy walls tightening around him.
 
He pulled his mouth back and stared up at her face.
 
Her eyes were closed with her head
titled back and her brow was creased with the intensity of her pleasure.

“Play
with your clit,” he instructed, “and bring yourself right to the edge.”

As
she dropped a hand between her legs he focused once again on her bright, pert,
precocious rosebuds.
 
He could hear
her quiet moans of happiness as he engulfed each in turn, moving from one to
the other, her movements accelerating.
 
He wanted to continue but his need to explode was more than he could
stand.

Grabbing
her hips he began to thrust, his strength moving her as he wished.
 

“Oh
Dante,” she wailed.
 
“I’m so
close.”

She
arched her back, pushing her sultry tits against his mouth and hungrily he
responded, sucking lustily as his bubble approached.

“Come
for me now,” he growled, lifting his mouth and clutching her tightly,
propelling his dick upwards.

She
let out a wail of ecstasy as the convulsion rippled through her.
 
Grabbing his shoulders she ground down
as she felt his climax surge into her depths, and he clenched his teeth,
surrendering to the almighty eruption.
 
Falling forward, bringing her arms around his neck she nestled her head
against his neck and shoulder.

“Oh
Dante,” she purred, breathlessly, “that was amazing.”

He
felt himself slip out and held her for a moment, feeling her soft, warm skin,
not wanting to release her.
 
He
closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet spicy scent, playing with the silken
tendrils of her hair, and found himself thinking what a glorious creature she
was.
 
They drifted for a while,
staying just as they were, lost in their post orgasmic euphoria.