The Billionaire's Daughter (17 page)

“When
someone does something for you, no matter how small, you must say thank you and
mean it.”

“Yes,
Sir.
 
I understand,” she replied.

“Come
straight back here when you’re done.”

Rising
shakily to her feet, bottom hot and sore, she left the room.
 
As soon as the door was closed Dante
let out a long sigh.
 
He was going
to ravage her later, that was for sure.
 

Kate
headed off to find Cecil and made her way to the west wing of the house.
 
It was home to her father’s office, a
large, elegant sitting room and a library.
 
She found him in the latter, cataloguing some first
editions.

“Cecil.
 
I just wanted to say I’m sorry about
interrupting you earlier.”

A
startled look crossed his face, then he broke into a smile.

“That’s
perfectly alright,” he replied, in his clipped British accent.

“And
also,” she continued, “thanks for bringing down those trash bags. They were
much too heavy for me.”

Cecil
was genuinely surprised and very pleased.
 
Dante was having a profound and positive effect on the young woman.

“You’re
quite welcome,” he answered.
 
“May
I ask, are you packing to move somewhere?”

“Oh
no,” Kate exclaimed.
 
“I’m cleaning
out my closet so I can give away the clothes I don’t want anymore.
 
You know, to charity.”

Now
Cecil was shocked.
 
He’d never
known the young woman to care at all about the needs of others.

“Well
that’s excellent,” he said, hoping to encourage her efforts.
 
“If I can help in any way let me know.”

“Thank
you,” she said quickly, making sure she didn’t forget.
 

Again
Cecil grinned in surprise.
 

“You
haven’t seen Lois have you?” she asked.

“I
think she was in the kitchen last I saw her.”

“Oh.
 
Right.
 
I’ll try there.”

She
turned to walk away, but stopped and looked over her shoulder.

“Thank
you,” she said again.

Cecil
chuckled.
 
Whatever magic Dante was
weaving it was clearly working.

“You’re
welcome,” he answered, and still smiling returned to his work.

Kate
felt a little strange.
 
It was an
odd thing saying thank you all the time, but she had to admit it filled her
with an unfamiliar warmth.
 
She
hurried to the kitchen and found Lois moving things around in the pantry.

“Do
you want some lunch?” Lois asked.
 

“Um.
 
No,” Kate replied, realizing just how
quickly the morning had passed.
 
“I
was just wanted to thank you for showing me how to do the laundry this
morning.”

Lois
placed some jars carefully on the granite counter top and turned to face her.

“Really?
 
You don’t want or need anything?”

“No,”
Kate answered, not understanding why Lois would think that.
 
“Just - thank you.”

“Well
- I must say - that’s very nice of you, and you’re very welcome.”

Kate
broke into a broad grin.
 
Not quite
sure where to take the conversation she scurried out and hurried back to
Dante’s quarters.
 
She was about to
burst through the door but stopped herself, and knocked gently then poked her
head in.
 
Dante was where she’d
left him.
 
On the couch, foot up on
the coffee table.

“Ah.
 
The bad penny,” he remarked.

Kate
had no idea what he meant and decided not to ask.

“Mission
accomplished,” she announced.

“And
how did it feel?”

“It
was a really good thing,” she replied.

Dante
shook his head.

“You
really are very adorable.”

Kate
grinned.

“Thank
you.”

“Time
to start boxing up your clothes and making sure none of them need cleaning.”

Kate
was confused.
 
She had assumed the
trash bags would be picked up by whatever charity it was they were going
to.
 
As if reading her mind, he
said,

“You
didn’t think we were going to give them away in garbage bags did you?”

She
felt her face flush.

“I
- uh - didn’t know,” she mumbled.

“I’m
sure,” he replied, realizing she probably didn’t.

“Take
the clothes out of the bags, fold them neatly and place them in the boxes. If
any are ripped or torn or need cleaning, put them to one side.”

She
stared him.
 
What she really wanted
was to take off the clothes she was actually wearing and settle herself on his
delicious cock.
 
Dante saw the lewd
greed in her eye.

“Come
here,” he said softly.

Kate
moved forward and stood in front of him.

“Spread
your legs and close your eyes.”

She
moved her feet apart and a surge of grateful anticipation created a new rush of
juicy wanting.
 

Dante
knew exactly how Kate was feeling.
 
The sharp, quick spanking had sent her into an erotic fever.
 
He reached under her skirt and pulled
down her panties.
 
Touching between
her pussy lips he found her wet and needy.
 
Just what he had expected to find.
 
She groaned and wriggled against his attentions.

“Bottom
still stinging?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,
Sir,” she murmured.

He
pushed his finger into her hot, welcoming slit.
 
She moaned and whimpered as he gently fingered her.
 
He pleasured her for a few minutes then
stopped and told her open her eyes.

“If
you behave you’ll be rewarded later tonight.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she murmured, wriggling slightly, wishing his thick, strong dick was in
her hand being guided into her hungry depths.

“Actually,”
he commented, “I just realized how late it is.
 
I’m hungry.
 
Please
go into the kitchen and have Lois help you prepare us some lunch.”

“Yes,
Sir.”

She
stood up and began to leave the room.

“I’m
not in the mood for sandwiches.
 
Soup and salad I think, if there’s any to be had.”

Kate
nodded, smiled, and headed out of the room.

Dante
sighed.
 
If the beautiful young
woman was kept wet and wanting, and her cute bottom pink and very warm, she
would be far easier to handle.

He
unzipped his trousers and let his rampant cock spring free.
 
He began stroking himself, reliving the
sight of her delicious, squirming derriere turning bright red as he slapped her
with the slipper.
 

He
thought about how he would continue to train her to please him with her mouth,
how he would tie her up, grab her head and fuck her clean pretty lips just as
he wished, and teach her how to lick and slurp him to orgasm -- and as the
visions danced in his head and he vigorously rubbed himself, it didn’t take
long before the moment was upon him.
 
He shuddered as his cock released its pent up tension, and sighed deeply
as the last shot of hot cream oozed forth.
 

There
was a box of tissues on the coffee table and he wiped himself dry.
 
Limping into the bathroom he cleaned up
and let his mind drift to his plans for the evening.
 
He had mentally mapped out a training schedule for little
Miss Kate, and this evening would be spent instilling respect and
civility.
 
Manners were paramount,
and as long as he could lay a strong foundation in these first few days he was
sure he could turn the spoiled, rude miscreant into a polite, considerate young
woman.
 

Returning
to the bedroom he looked through the trash bags of clothes until he found what
he was looking for.
 
Several
scarves that would work until his supplies arrived.
 
He stared across at the four poster bed and smiled.
 
Little did Kate know that she was in
for quite an evening.

After
lunch, under his watchful eye, Kate spent the afternoon sorting and packing her
expensive unwanted clothes.
 
Though
it was a big task, it was lightened by their conversation and the time went by
quickly.
 
She talked about her
horses and her experiences out in the working world, and as he listened he had
the feeling she’d not been able to simply talk with anyone for a long time.
 
Someone who actually paid attention and
listened, and who genuinely cared about what she had to say.

“I’ve
had a wonderful afternoon” she smiled, as she taped up the last box.
 

“I’m
glad,” he replied.
 
“And look at
what you accomplished.
 
All sorted
out and packed up.”

“Yep!
 
It’s amazing.
 
But gosh, look at the time. I have to go and help Lois.
 
It’s getting close to dinner.”

“Come
here,” he said, extending his arms.
 

She
walked over and he pulled her down next to him on the couch.

“You
can be an angel,” he crooned, kissing her warmly.
 

She
grinned.
 

“Thank
you, Dante.
 
I really did have a
lovely time.
 
It was so great to
talk to you.”

“It
was great to talk to you too.
 
We
haven’t done enough talking.
 
Too
busy with other things,” he chuckled.
 
“And it was nice to rest my ankle all afternoon.
 
I know it helped.”

She
was feeling a new warmth and closeness to him, and impulsively lifted her head
and kissed him, then hugged him tightly.
 

“I’d
better get going or I’ll never get up from here,” she sighed, untangling
herself from his arms.
 
“I’m
suddenly feeling pretty weary.”

“You’ve
had a big afternoon.
 
Why don’t you
go and tell Lois you won’t be helping with the meal tonight - that I’ve
suggested you take a nice hot bath before dinner.”
 

“Really?
 
Oh Dante, that would be fantastic,” she
beamed.
 
“I feel really grimy and
I’d love to relax for half an hour.”

“You
deserve it.
 
Besides, I need you
rested for later,” he winked.

“Then
rested I’ll be,” she giggled, standing up.

“Just
come and get me when dinner’s ready,” he said, kissing her hand.

“I
will.
 
Thank you!” she replied, and
headed for the door.

He
waited a few minutes, then reaching under the couch he withdrew the scarves he
had secreted away and began tying them together.
 
Standing up carefully, he hobbled to the bed and knotted the
long lengths of scarves around the legs of all four corners of the bed.
 
Pulling the pillows from the headboard
he placed them in the center of the mattress.
 
While he would have preferred his ropes or chains, the multi
colored scarves offered their own unique appeal.

The
large oval Victorian style mirror in the closet was the next chore.
 
With some difficulty, given the state
of his ankle, he managed to place it so it sat at the foot of the bed and
reflected the mattress from the headboard down.
 
Once he was sure it was positioned correctly he limped into
the bathroom.

It
took him a few minutes but he managed to wrap a plastic bag around his bandaged
ankle to protect it from the water, and took a quick hot shower.
 
After briskly toweling himself off he
made his way back to the bedroom and pulled on some fresh clothes, then laid
back down on the couch and dozed, waiting for her knock that would tell him
dinner was ready.

CHAPTER NINE