The Billionaire's Daughter (32 page)

They
undressed quickly but he told her leave on her patines, and settling on the
bed, instructed her to lay across his lap. In short order she was in position,
her luscious belly rubbing against him

He
moved his hand across her pantied bottom, squeezing her cheeks, knowing she
would feel it.
 
She was stoic,
barely making a sound as his hands clutched and held and pinched.
 
He slipped a finger under the fabric
and touched between her lips.
 
She
squirmed and moaned with pleasure.

His
probing fingers circled and pressed her swollen clit and she began panting as
her excitement grew.
 
Pulling his
hand away he slapped her lightly a few times, then slowly began the delicious
task of removing the pretty pink underwear.
 
He pulled the waistband down a few inches, then waited, then
a little further, then waited, and finally slid them all the way down to her
knees.
 
He stared with satisfaction
at the fading marks left by the previous night’s flogging, and traced his
fingers across the lines, caressing her softly.

“Your
bottom is just so spankable,” he remarked.
 
“Truly one of the most spankable bottoms I’ve ever
seen.
 
And you, young lady, are so
deserving of endless spankings.
 
You need to be spanked every day of your life.
 
Do you know that?”

As
if to emphasis his point he slapped her again, quite hard,on each cheek.

“I
asked you a question,” he said, firmly.

Kate
had been lost in a state of sexual bliss.

“I’m
sorry,” she stammered.
 
“If you say
so Dante then I’m sure you’re right.”

He
spanked her again, his open palm bouncing from one cheek to the other.
 
She moaned and wriggled, wondering why
she relished every single moment of the stinging attention.

“A
spanking a day keeps the brat away,” he said, then slipped his fingers back
between her legs.

“Kate,”
he said, seriously, “I don’t want this to end.
 
I want you - I want to see you go to art school, succeed as
an artist or designer, or anything else you want to be, but I want to be right
next to you through the whole thing.”

His
words swam in her head as he continued to toy and tease her.

“I
want you to be in my life and stay in my life, and I want to spank you every
single day.”

His
finger circled and pressed, and her breathing grew into a heavy, quick panting.

“I
will spank you for pleasure and spank you for punishment.
 
I will teach you all kinds of things
and help you as much as I can,” he continued.

The
orgasm was looming now and Kate held her breath, waiting for the moment.

“But
I can only do that if you want me to.
 
If you’ll let me.
 
Will you
let me Kate?
 
Do you want me as a
permanent fixture in your life?
 
Do
you want me to spank you every single day?”

The
finger moved aggressively, demanding a response.
  

“Yes,
Dante!” she cried.
 
“Yes...
pppppleeeassseee... yes!!!”

Dante
saw her body tense and spasm as she exploded against his finger, and his own
member rubbing against her belly spontaneously jetted forth.
 
He hadn’t felt its approach until
seconds before the eruption.
 
She
fell limp, and he let her lay there a moment as she caught her breath, then
pulled her up and moved her to his side.
 
She stretched out next to him and laid her head against his chest.

“Do
you mean it?” she whispered.
 
“You
really want me?”

“I
mean it,” he replied.
 
“I don’t say
things I don’t mean.
 
Don’t you
know that by now?”

“Oh
yes,” she sighed.
 

He
held her tightly, then leaned down and kissed her. He kissed her just as he had
in the laundry room.
 
Slow, warm,
moist, lingering his lips across her chin as he pulled his mouth from hers.

“When
I say, I want to be with you,” he said softly, “I don’t just mean - as your
boyfriend.”

Kate
stared at him, not quite believing where he seemed to be headed.

“I
love you, Kate.
 
And I want you to
be my wife.
 
I want to marry you.”

A
large lump of lava filled her throat.
 

“Oh
Dante,” she managed, “I - c- can’t believe it.
 
I’m sooooo haaappyy,” she suddenly bawled, the lava
exploding into tears.
 
“I’ve loved
you f -f -forever.”

“Then
why are you crying you ninny?” he asked, cradling her, fighting his own surge
of emotion.

“B
- because -- I don’t know,” she sobbed.

He
knew because he felt it too, and he just held her.
 

After
several minutes had passed,\ he reached across to the night stand and handed
her a tissue.

“Thank
you,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose.

“I
hate to do this -- “ he sighed,
 
“but you need to go to your own room at some point,” he said, wishing it
weren’t so.
 
“Out of respect for
your father.”

“I
know,” she moaned.

“Are
you going to make a smashing breakfast in the morning,” he asked, smiling.

“Best
breakfast ever,” she answered.

But
he couldn’t let her leave just yet, and held her, listening to her breathing
and letting them doze for a while.
 
Much later, he stirred her awake.
 

“Come
on sweetie, you need to go now,” he whispered.

She
rose up and slowly dressed as Dante watched her.
 
He knew she’d always be a handful, but that was one of the
things he adored about her.
 
It was
all part of the package.

“Dante,”
he said softly.

“Yes
Kate?”

She
suddenly ran to him and hugged him tightly.

“You
saved me.”

“No
Kate - you let yourself be saved,” he replied.
 
“And you gave me the most precious gift you could possibly
have given.
 
The gift of
submission.
 
It is I who must thank
you.”

Kate
wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but she knew she wanted his hand on her bottom
- soft and stinging - for the rest of her life.