The Billionaire's Daughter (10 page)

She’d
been upset all day.
 
The last thing
on her mind had been food.
 
She
shook her head.

“Not
since this morning,” she replied.

“Neither
have I.
 
Go and prepare
something.
 
We’ll eat and relax for
a while,and then you’ll learn about patience.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she answered, feeling a little glimmer of happiness.

Attempting
to ignore the throbbing in his ankle he stood up and told her to do the
same.
 
Balancing carefully on his
one good foot he gently pulled her against his chest and hugged her.
 
She sank into him.
 
He leaned his head down and kissed her
on the forehead..

“Thank
you,” she murmured.
 
“I need this
hug.”

“I
know,” he replied.
 
“I know much of
what you need.
 
Now go and rustle
us up something to eat.
 
I’ll meet
you in the kitchen in ten minutes.”

While
the estate boasted a grand, formal dining room, the large kitchen had a
 
built in breakfast nook with butcher
block table set against a bay window.
 

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied, and turned to leave.
 
He swatted her as she moved away and she let out a little cry of
surprise, looking over her shoulder as she left the room.
 
He was smiling that incredible smile
and she felt her heart fill with joy.

Dante
considered that Kate might not even know where the plates were kept, but he was
determined fixing them a quick meal would soon be as easy pouring a glass of
water.
 
He back down on the couch
and stretched out, lifting his leg to rest.
 
His ankle welcomed the respite and he closed his eyes. Ten
minutes and he’d be refreshed and ready to deal with her yet again.

When
he entered the large, gourmet kitchen she was nowhere to be seen, but the table
had been set, thermos of coffee in the center and hefty sandwiches neatly laid
out on two plates.
 

“Dante,”
she called, scurrying towards him from the pantry.

“There
you are.
 
This looks perfect,” he
smiled.

She
smiled back and rose up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
 
There was a happy twinkle in her eye
and Dante saw a glimpse of a very sweet girl.

Placing
his crutches against the wall, he settled in and they turned to their
food.
 
The sandwiches were
delicious, the coffee steaming hot and rich, and Dante discovered he was even
hungrier than he had realized.
 
Kate was her bubbly, vivacious self and he couldn’t help but enjoy her
company.
 
He had just finished his
meal when Lois entered and moved to the sink.
 
She smiled warmly at Dante, and Dante grinned back.
 
He picked up his plate and mug and
hobbled across to her without his crutches.

“Oh
you poor thing,” she said, looking at his foot.
 
“I’m so sorry.”

“Thank
you, Lois.
 
The stupid snap gave
out as I was lowering myself down on the sling.
 
Anyway, I’ll be fine.
 
I’m a fast healer,” he replied.

“Well
if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” she offered.
 

“Thank
you.
 
I appreciate that,” he
smiled, stacking his plates in the dishwasher.
 
A moment later Kate joined him but did not put her plates in
the dishwasher, instead placing them on the counter.

“I
could make you another sandwich if you’re still hungry,” Lois continued.

Dante
frowned and glanced down at Kate standing beside him.
 

“No,”
Dante replied, looking back up at the friendly housekeeper he’d known for so
long. “That was plenty.
 
Thank
you.”

“Anytime,”
she beamed, taking the plates Kate had left on the counter and placing them in
the dishwasher next to Dante’s.

“Kate,”
he said casually, “I need to speak with you.
 
Please come with me.”

“Sure,”
she replied.
 
“I’ll just get your
crutches,”

He waited while she retrieved them, and
as they left the kitchen she glanced across her shoulder at Lois.

“Thanks,
Lois,” she said.

Lois
looked back at her, a little shocked.
 
A thank you!
 

“You’re
welcome MIss Hollister,” she replied.

As
soon as they were out of sight of the housekeeper Dante gripped her elbow.

“I
swear if I wasn’t injured you’d be over my shoulder right now, being carried up
those stairs to your bedroom for a visit with one of your riding crops,” he
said testily.

“Why?”
Kate whimpered.
 
“What have I done
now?”

“You
are so spoiled.
 
When I asked you
to rustle us up something to eat that’s what I meant.
 
You!
 
Not Lois.”

They
had reached his bedroom, and as he opened the door he gave her a slight push
inside, then shut the door firmly behind them, turning the the lock.

“But,
but --” she whined, turning to face him.

“But
nothing!” he barked, interrupting her.
 
“And you couldn’t even deign to place your dirty plates in the
dishwasher?
 
Of course not.
 
Had to put them on the counter for
Lois.”

He
took a deep breath.
 
It wasn’t
really her fault.
 
She’d been
served and indulged her entire life and it was second nature for her to have
done what she did.

“Next
time I instruct you to do something I expect you to do it, not someone else. Is
that clear?” he scolded her.

Horrified
that she’d upset him so much, Kate nodded her head urgently.

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied, in a quivering voice.
 
She hadn’t even considered that he wanted her to make something.
 
She wouldn’t even know where to start.
 
As far as the dishes...

“I
believe I promised you a lesson in patience,” he said, sharply interrupting her
thoughts.
 
He had made his way to
the bed and sat down, leaning his crutches against the bed frame.

 
“One thing you’ll learn about me, Kate,
is that I always keep my promises. Though I think you may have figured that out
already.”

Kate
gulped.
 

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Go
to your room and bring me back a thick silk scarf.
 
I assume you have one.”

Eyes
wide, Kate nodded.

“Go
on then, and be quick.”

She
hurried from the room, pulse racing, and darted up the stairs.
 
Never had she felt so alive, so
nervous, so full of
 
--
 
what?
 
Excitement?
 
As
she ran into her bedroom and pulled a scarf from the many she owned she
wondered what he could possibly be planning.
 
A blindfold?
 
Was he going to tie her up? Her pussy was already responding to the
threat of what might come, and her nipples were pressing urgently against her
shirt.
 

Maybe
he was going to spank her again?
 
She hoped, if he did, it wouldn’t be too hard.
 
She was still tender from the morning.
 
Whatever might be in store for her she
was determined to see it through.
 
Stopping at her bathroom mirror she took a tissue and rubbed off what
lipstick was left after eating her sandwiches and drinking her coffee.
 
Then she brushed her teeth and ran a
comb through her hair.
 
Taking a
deep breath and picking up the scarf, she headed down to Dante, the tornado
twirling in her tummy, alive and well.

CHAPTER SIX

She
bolted back down the stairs and when she entered his room she found him sitting
on the bed in a bathrobe.

“Give
it to me,” he said, reaching out his hand.

Slightly
trembling she handed him the Hermes scarf and he flapped it open.

“Beautiful,”
he remarked.
 
“Perfect.
 
Take off your clothes and kneel on the
bed on all fours.”

“Excuse
me?” she answered, in disbelief.
 

“Is
that a problem?” he asked,
 
“Are
going to disobey me again so soon?”

“No!”
she answered quickly, “I’m - uh -
 
just feeling weird.
 
Kind of
uh, modest,” she said, blushing, staring at the floor.

“Modest?
 
You run around half naked all day,” he
said, incredulously.

“That’s
different,” she cried.
 

“It
is?
 
How is it different,” he
asked, watching her closely.

“I
don’t know,” she squirmed.
 
“It
just is.”

Turning
away from her and leaning back he began flicking the scarf up in the air and
letting it float down, allowing the awkward silence to lay heavy in the air.

For goodness sake.
 
What’s the matter with you?
she berated herself.
You’ve already been totally naked with him.

“Okay!”
she suddenly exclaimed.
 

“Okay?”
he queried, stilling playing with the scarf.
 
“That’s what you have to say to me.
 
Okay?
 
Do you think that’s the appropriate response?”

Kate
sighed.
 
This was not easy.

“I’m
sorry, Sir,” she said.
 
“I’ll
undress now and - uh - do as you ask.”

“Just
as well you came to your senses when you did, Kate,” he said, letting the scarf
fall and rest in his lap, viewing her once again. “You were just about out of
time.”

“Out
of time?”

“Yes.
 
Out of time.
 
When I give you an instruction I expect it to be followed
immediately.
 
Since you’re still
learning I gave you a little leniency.
 
But only so much.
 
Had you
waited any longer your bottom would be very hot right now.
 
Hot and stinging.”

“Ohhhh,”
she whimpered, and began nervously unbuttoning her blouse.
 
It slipped off her shoulders and she
laid it on the chair. Not wearing a bra she instinctively crossed her arms,
still not understanding why she was feeling so shy.

“No!”
he said brusquely.
 
“Arms down.
Remove the remainder of your clothes and assume the position immediately.
 
I don’t understand what’s gotten into
you.
 
Have you forgotten about our
morning?” he asked his voice a little softer.

“No,
Sir,” she replied, thinking back to the salacious bath.
 
“I don’t - uh - can’t explain it,” she
continued, kicking off her shoes and peeling down the skimpy skirt and panties.
 

Fighting
her embarrassed she climbed up on the bed positioning herself on all
fours.
 
She may have felt
self-conscious but her wet, wanting pussy couldn’t have been happier.

Moving
carefully he kneeled behind her and gazed fondly at her delicious derriere
presented so provocatively before him.
 
The marks of his hand were still visible from the morning.
 
Lifting the scarf he flicked it
open.
 
It billowed in the air for a
moment then floated down and draped across her luscious backside.
 
She sighed as the soft material
whispered across her flesh.
 
He
began to slither the silk fabric across her skin, never quite exposing her,
then placed his hands on her cheeks and caressed her ass through the silk.
 

“Be
completely still,” he warned, softly.

Kate
tensed.
 
Her embarrassment was subsiding,
overtaken by a ravenous carnal heat, and all she wanted to do was press back
against his hands.
 
He reached
between her legs and with a butterfly touch brushed her pussy lips with his
fingers.
 
It was unexpected and she
instinctively moved - just a fraction