The Billionaire's Daughter (21 page)

“Kate,”
he said softly, “are you feeling alright?”

“Oh
Dante,” she breathed, “I feel - just so - content.
 
I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this in my life.”

“Good
girls...” he reminded her, smiling.
 

“Mmmm,”
she sighed.
 
“I want to be good all
the time,” she purred.

Dante
smiled.
 
His formula was full
proof.

“That’s
wonderful to hear.
 
Now you can
prove it.
 
Be a good girl and start
a bath for us,” he crooned.

She
uncurled herself and somewhat shakily stepped from his lap.
 
She spied her torn dress laying on the
floor and thought it the best sacrifice of a dress she could imagine.
 

As
she padded to the bathroom he stared with immense satisfaction at her bright
pink, perfect posterior, glowing from his spanking, and wished he had the
energy to take her all over again.
 
He heard the water start and reached across to the nightstand to grab a
tissue.
 
As he pulled the condom
into the thin sheet of paper, he let out a long, gratified sigh and laid back
against the pillows.
 
A few minutes
later she reappeared and he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“Kate,
would you please remove the bandage from my ankle,” he said, as she moved
deliciousness towards him.

“Of
course,” she replied, happily, and settling on the floor she rested his foot
against her thigh.
 

“You
look very lovely down there, Kate,” he remarked fondly.

She
gazed up at him and he saw the look of complete contentment in her eye.

“Thank
you.
 
I like it down here.
 
It feels really natural. Like, it’s
where I belong,” she sighed.

“That’s
how it should feel,” he smiled.

He
couldn’t help thinking what a true submissive she was turning out to be.
 
But he wasn’t surprised.
 
In the years he had been enjoying the
lifestyle he had discovered that spoiled, bratty, or righteous women, young and
old alike, were seeking a man who would take them to task and make them
behave.
 
In fact he’d found the
more badly behaved the female the more submissive she was.
 
He simply took them down the path of
self discovery and he’d not met one who wasn’t ultimately, supremely grateful.

“The
swelling is down and the colors are changing,” she commented, removing the last
of the bandage.
 
“Does it feel
better?”

“A
bit,” he replied.
 

She
was right.
 
The bruising had
changed from dark purple to a mustard yellow, and the swelling had continued to
recede.
 
He tested it gingerly and
discovered there was considerably less pain.
 

“Yes,”
he continued, rather surprised at the speed of his recovery, “much better.”

She
followed as he limped into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub,
watching her nubile body as she sprinkled in the epsom salts and turned off the
faucets.
 

“All
ready,” she smiled, and he carefully stepped into the tub and lowered himself
into the warm water.
 

She
climbed in behind him but as her bottom touched the water she let out a squeal.

“Bottom
a bit sensitive?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

“Yes,”
she replied, blushing.
 
“Very.”

“Good.
 
You need it.
 
You deserve it.
 
I hope it will still be tender tomorrow, and every time you sit down
you’ll be reminded of what I taught you tonight.”

She
nodded and settled gingerly into the tub, ouching as she felt the sharp
sting.
 
Dante had shown no mercy
but why would she expect anything less?
 
The memory of his cock buried inside her made her stomach do little flip.
She had felt so vulnerable and exposed bent over the pillows, and the intensity
with which he had applied his discipline and dictated his expectations of her
behavior had taken her breath away.
 
She was in awe of him and completely overwhelmed.

“You
look very pensive,” he remarked.

His
voice interrupted her reverie.

“I’m
just - um - thinking about things,” she stammered.

“What
things?”

 
She sighed.

“I
was thinking about how - uh - amazing - you feel inside me,” she replied,
feeling a flush creep across her face.
 
“And how it felt when you were - um - spanking me.
 
And telling me what you expect.
 
Manners and everything,” she replied,
softly, staring down at the water.

“So
- you got it?”

“Oh
yes!” she exclaimed, lifting her eyes.
 
“Definitely.
 
I will be really,
really polite from now on.”

She
had such an earnest look on her face Dante almost laughed out loud.
 
She had proven to be eminently
trainable and was responding just as he had hoped.
 

“Remember
that the next time you get frustrated and angry,” he said firmly.
 

She
nodded her head.

“I
will, Dante.
 
How could I forget
now?” she declared.
 

The
heat of his discipline was very much alive, and as long as her bottom had the
capacity to remind her of her misdeeds and what was expected of her he had no
doubt she’d behave.
 
But experience
told him that it would be entirely possible - if not probable - that her
impatience would resurface and he’d have to repeat the performance all over
again.
 
He had no illusions that
throughout their lives she would require regular chastisement to keep her in
line.

He
caught himself.
 

Throughout our lives?
 
What am I thinking?

She
began to soap him, distracting him from the unexpected projection, and they
began to chat about mundane, everyday things.
 
The house, her parents, her horses, and as the water turned
tepid he pushed the large chrome button to drain the tub and rose
carefully.
 
She stared up at
him.
 
Beads of water were trickling
down his chest and for a moment she thought his sleeping cock might enjoy her
attention, but she suppressed her desire and stood up, stepping from the tub
ahead of him.
 

He
waited until she was out, then holding himself steady with one hand against the
side of the wall he carefully stepped his bad leg over the side of the bath
then sat on the edge, freeing it from any weight.
 
He toweled off, then standing and hobbling slowly forward,
returned to sit on the bed so she could re-apply the bandage.
 
He yawned as she finished up and
announced he was going to sleep.
 
She looked up at him expectantly.

“Can
I sleep with you?” she asked, soft pleading in her eyes.

Dante
pondered the question.
 
The thought
of the succulent young body curled up next to him was very appealing but it was
still too soon.

“No,
sweet Kate,” he answered, stroking her head.
 
“That’s a privilege you’ll have to earn.
 
And just because I may grant it one
night does not mean I will the next.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she answered, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Go
to bed, and remember, Lois and the rest of the staff will be out of here
tomorrow, so after breakfast it will be up to you to take care of things around
here.”

She
nodded her head, still very unsure of her ability to fulfill the pending
obligations.

“I
want you to bring me a cup of coffee around 8 am.”

Kate
gulped.
 
8 am.
 
She was never out of bed before 9 or
10.

“Is
there a problem?” he inquired, sensing her hesitancy.

“No.
 
No problem.
 
I don’t have an alarm clock though,” she said, “and I don’t
usually wake up until later.”

“There
you go,” he said, pointing to the nightstand.
 
A small clock radio was sitting next to the bedside
lamp.
 
“I’m sure you’ll be able to
figure it out.
 
I expect you to
locate another one in the house tomorrow and return this one.
 
There must be plenty of alarm clocks
around.”

“Yes,
of course,” she replied.

“Cream
and a teaspoon of sugar in my coffee,” he told her, “and don’t be late.”

“No,
Dante.
 
I won’t be late.”

He
pulled her to her feet and sat her next to him.

“Sweet
Kate,” he said, tenderly, putting his arm around her, “you’re doing really
well.
 
I’m very proud of you.”

“Oh
Dante, you make me feel ...” she said, her words trailing off.

“I
make you feel what?” he pressed.

“I
can’t explain it,” she quivered.
 
“Just - so much!”

“Off
to bed with you,” he ordered, smartly, not wanting her to turn completely
mushy. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I
don’t have any clothes here,” she said, realizing she’d not even thought about
it.

“In
that top drawer of the dresser there are some T-shirts.
 
Take one.
 
It will be like a nightshirt on you.”

“Oh.
 
Thank you.”

She
skipped quickly across to the chest and finding the T-shirt, pulled it over her
head.
 
Returning to the bed she
unplugged the small clock radio.

“Goodnight
then,” she said, sadly, not wanting to leave him.

“Goodnight
Kate, he replied, and grabbing the neck of the shirt he pulled her into him and
kissed her - a long, warm, wet kiss that made her tingle.

“Goodnight
again,” she said, breathlessly.

“Goodnight
again,” he smiled, and watched her turn and walk slowly to the door.

He
settled into the bed and turned off the light, hoping is supplies would arrive
by weeks end.
 
Kate would continue
her journey down the path of her surrender and he considered what new
challenges she might present.
 
So
far it had been smooth sailing, but he knew from experience there were always
surprises.
 
Sighing, exhausted, he
closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

Up
in her large, opulent bedroom, Kate luxuriated in his soft cotton T-shirt.
 
It cocooned her body and she was glad
she’d forgotten to take a change of clothes.
 
She brushed her teeth and her hair and applied her
moisturizer.
 

When
she’d had her clean out she’d discovered her bathroom cabinets were full of
lotions and potions.
 
Opening the
cabinets doors she took a second look.
 
Her eyes scanned the vast array and she noticed that most of the
products hadn’t even been opened, including gift boxes full of bathroom
products still wrapped in cellophane and ribbons.
 
She couldn’t help but wonder what Dante would think if he
saw the massive collection.
 
She’d
only had time to deal with her clothes.
 

Closing
up the cupboard she walked across to her king sized, white canopy bed.
 
Snuggling under the covers she winced
as her bottom touched brushed the expensive cotton sheets.
 
But she didn’t feel badly about it.
 
Rather, it filled her with a wonderful
sense of warmth.
 
She stared up at
her artwork dancing across the ceiling and prayed that Dante’s ankle would be
better soon so he could climb the stairs and see it.
 

Her
painting and her horses.
 
The two
things that made her life worth living.
 
Now there was a third.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It
had been several days since Kate had slept through the alarm clock and had felt
the surprising sting kitchen utensils had to offer.
 
Lois and Cecil were already gone by the time they came into
breakfast, which gave Dante free rein to deal with her laid over the center
island.