The Billionaire's Daughter (22 page)

Being
supplied with nothing but the best, Lois’s wooden spoons were abundant and
solid and each was tested on Kate’s naked bottom.
 
Dante made sure she understood that being late was
inconsiderate and rude and would not be tolerated.
 
Since that morning she had been consistently on time.
 

She
had taken to her chores as best a spoiled Princess could.
 
The laundry she’d only had to do once,
since she and Dante were the only people in the house and between the two of
them there wasn’t much.
 
Preparing
the meals was another matter and she found the task challenging.
 
With Dante’s permission she did have
dinner delivered a couple of times, but he made sure she set the table in the
formal dining room and served the delivered food on plates, which she then
cleared and placed in the dishwasher to be emptied first thing in the
morning.
 
One night he taught her
how to roast a chicken, along with the vegetables he liked.
 
She did very well.
 
It wasn’t a difficult meal to prepare
but its success had filled her with confidence.

On
the whole her demeanor had been upbeat, even when the boxes full of clothes had
finally been picked up by the charity she hadn’t complained or expressed any
regret about having given so much away.
 
He had spanked her only once since the kitchen episode and that was for
maintenance.
 
She’d done nothing
wrong and he wanted to keep it that way.

She
was still sleeping in her own bed, sent there after they’d make love, and he
knew she longed to spend the night with him.
 
Truth be told he would have liked nothing better.
  
If her behavior continued in such
a positive manner he would most certainly allow her to do so,
 

His
ankle was healing faster than he’d anticipated and he was walking without his
crutches though he kept it bandaged for support.
 
The swelling had subsided and if he moved slowly there was
very little pain.

The
weather was also improving.
 
It was
still cold, but the storms that brought the blustery winds and icy rain had
passed, giving way to somewhat overcast days with hints of sunshine peeking
through the clouds.

It
was late morning when the doorbell rang.
 
Kate was vacuuming and didn’t hear the chime but Dante, who had settled
in front of the fire in the sumptuous living room to read the morning paper,
knew exactly what it meant.
 
His
decadent delivery had finally arrived.

Moving
as quickly as his ankle would allow he made his way to the front door
 
grinning as he signed for the mid-sized
package.
 
Minutes later he was
eyeing the contents with satisfaction.
 
Kate’s training was about to take on a whole new dimension.
 
Reaching into the box and withdrawing a
leather collar he fingered it lovingly.
 
It was soft and buttery.
 
Lamb’s leather exquisitely crafted into a slaves collar, complete with
chrome rings.
 
But he wanted to
wait until he had plenty time to unpack everything and examine each piece
carefully.
 
Placing the collar back
in the box he closed the lid and headed into his bathroom for a quick shower
and shave before lunch.

Kate
had finished vacuuming the formal dining room.
 
She didn’t really understand why Dante insisted on eating in
there every night.
 
It just meant
extra work and she would have been much happier sitting in the breakfast
nook.
 
The house was equipped with
an in-house vacuum system, and grumbling to herself she pulled the nozzle from
its hole in the wall, and carrying the long hose, which reminded her of a giant
boa constrictor, she lugged it out into the hallway and down to the area that
housed the cleaning and maintenance equipment.
 
Coiling it into the cupboard reserved just for its storage,
she glanced at her watch.
 
11:35.
 
Dante insisted she have lunch ready at
noon.
 
Precisely.
 

Leaning
against the wall she closed her eyes and thought about the night before.
 
He had held her down by her wrists when
he rode her, then brought her knees up under his arms as she neared her climax.
 
The excitement of being taken in such a
way had surprised her.
 
As her
moment neared - and was denied - and neared again
 
- and was denied again - she had felt her body surrender
more and more, until finally her entire being was like jelly.
 
Only then did he allow her to orgasm,
and orgasm she did, with a deep, powerful explosion that left her dizzy and
breathless.

Her
stomach did a little dance at the memory.
 
Soon after he sent her to her room.
 
She had to grit her teeth not to complain.
 
It had actually crossed her mind to
refuse to leave and beg him to let her stay, but knew it would be an invitation
for a sound spanking.

Wandering
back into the kitchen she decided to make them grilled cheese and tomato
sandwiches.
 
That and a side salad
would be easy, especially with the high tech sandwich maker she had found.
 
She set about laying the kitchen table
and getting everything ready.
 
If
she started the sandwiches at 11:55 they’d be hot and perfect at exactly 12
noon.
 
She smiled.
 
She was getting pretty good at this
stuff.

When
Dante entered the kitchen at midday the hot sandwich and mixed green salad were
waiting for him, along with a large iced tea and a smiling Kate.

“What
plans do you have this afternoon?” he asked sitting down to eat.
 
“Are you caught up with all the
household chores?”

Kate
thought for a minute.

“I
think so.
 
I’ve done the vacuuming
and there’s no laundry.
 
I tidied
my room, and cleaned both our bathrooms, “ she said, trying to think if there
was anything she missed.
  
“I
had thought I might take Odessa out for a ride but the weather is still a bit
cold and I’d have to lunge her first or she’ll be a firecracker, and I don’t
really want to do all that.”

“Yes.
 
It is still cold,” he commented,
staring out at the grayish sky.
 
“But at least the rain has passed.
 
I would like to take you shopping.”

Kate’s
eyes lit up.

“Really?”
she asked, not quite sure she’d heard right.

“Really,”
he answered.
 
“Not the sort of
shopping you might be thinking of - but shopping nonetheless.”

Kate’s
tilted her head to one side.

“What
kind of shopping?” she queried.

Dante
chuckled.

“You’ll
find out.”

She
was aching to ask more questions, but the look in Dante’s eye told her not to
push.
 

“After
we’ve finished lunch and you’ve cleared up,” he continued, “get ready to go
out.
 
I want to leave by 1.
 
It’s quite a long drive.”

“Ok,”
she said, excitement growing.
 
“I’ll be ready.”

An
hour later, Kate driving, they pulled out of the estate and on to the main
highway.
 
A combination of the
inclement weather and Dante’s ankle had kept them virtual prisoners and it had
been days since either of them had been outside.
 
It was a welcome break.
 
Though the air was cold and the sky overcast they were both
very happy to be outdoors.

They
chatted about insignificant matters, listened to the radio and enjoyed the
change of scenery.
 
The Jaguar”s
engine hummed as Dante directed her to their final destination.
 
They had traveled on the 101 freeway
heading into the San Fernando valley, then even further until they exited near
Universal Studios.
 
Finally she
found herself weaving up into the Hollywood Hills.

Kate
had never been in the area.
 
It was
mostly 1950’s California bungalows with a few expensive homes that had sprung
up in recent years.
 
He had her
pull into the driveway of a two story house with a long pathway to the front
door.
 
It was one of the newer houses
- very modern with an edgy architectural design.

“We’re
shopping here?” she asked, not understanding.

“We
are shopping here,” he replied, opening his door and getting out of the
car.
 
“Come on.”

She
turned off the engine and grabbing her jacket from the back seat, bundled
herself against the cold and fell in step beside him.
 
They reached the door and Dante pressed a buzzer.
 
A moment later a very attractive young
woman dressed in a black leather mini skirt, a black low cut halter top, and
black glossy high heels, ushered them inside.

Kate
looked around, expecting what she wasn’t sure.
 

“For
her I assume?” the girl asked Dante, motioning her head towards Kate.

“Yes,”
he replied.

“Follow
me,” the she said, and lead them up the stairs and down a short hallway to a
set of double doors which she opened with a flourish.
 
Standing aside she let them pass, then closed the doors
behind them.

Kate
gasped.
 
She couldn’t believe her
eyes.
 
The room was huge, with
display counters offering every manner of lingerie, while mannequins lined the
walls dressed in outfits Kate had never even imagined.
 
Leather, rubber, and black satin was
predominant, and chrome rings abounded.
 
There was a counter complete with a cash register set up against the
back wall between two large windows, which boasted heavy red velvet
drapes.
 
An older woman smiled a
greeting.

“How
are you Dante,” she said smiling.
 
“Haven’t seen you in a while.
 
Do you need any help or just want to find your own way?”

“I’m
looking for a leather harness - the kind that criss crosses the body,” he
replied.”

“Huh?”
Kate queried, staring up at him.

He
smiled down at her with a twinkle in his eye but did not answer her unspoken
question.

“Ah,”
the woman replied.
 
“Those are over
there.”

“And
Karen, please meet Kate.”

Karen
looked at the young woman with her long time handsome customer.
 
She had met him at a leather and lace
party three years earlier and ended up inviting him to visit her very private
shopping gallery.
 
Since that time
he had stopped by on several occasions to buy some interesting items.
 
Mostly small pieces of bondage
equipment.
 
She had the feeling he
just enjoyed being surrounded by the salacious inventory.

 
Karen pointed across the room and Kate
saw the scandalous piece of attire.
 
It was just what it sounded like.
 
A leather banded thing that had straps crossing diagonally or vertically
around the mannequins body. The bands were held together with chrome rings in
various areas.

“What
is that?” Kate asked, moving towards it.

“That
is something that you’re going to be wearing,” Dante answered.
 

Kate
stared.
 
The bondage to which she’d
been subjected, while restrictive, was basic.
 
It was obvious the chrome rings were part of the garment
through which ropes could be threaded, or double sided snaps, snapped!
 

“I
think I like this one,” Dante stated, walking towards a harness that had the
least number of bands but which elegantly encircled the breasts.

Karen
walked across the room and opened an armoire nearby.
 
She glanced across at Kate.

“A
small I think,” she stated, pulling out a large white box.

Kate
felt herself blush and hoped she wouldn’t have to model the thing in front of
this stranger.
 
She would be nude
except for some strips of leather.
 

“Dressing
rooms are there,” Karen continued, waving her arm at a doorway.
 
She withdrew the strapped top from the
box and offered it to Dante.

“Thanks
Karen,” he smiled, taking the garment from her hands.

Heart
pounding but enthralled by what she was about to try on, Kate followed him
through the doorway and found herself in what appeared to have once been a
spacious walk in closet.
 
There was
a three way mirror against the back wall and a small chaise lounge upon which
Dante sat as he watched Kate undress.
 
She needed some help figuring out where to put her arms and Dante
buckled the straps in the back.
 
He
pulled them tightly and Kate winced, complaining that he was buckling the
straps to tightly.
 
He smacked her
naked bottom sharply.