The Billionaire's Daughter (13 page)

Kate jumped from the table and ran to
Dante’s side, anxious to overhear her father’s reply.

“Hmmm.
 
Well I do remember you’ve always had a
way with her.
 
But I’ll have to
discuss it with her mother.
 
I’ll
let you know in a day or two.
 
Are
you staying there at the house?”

“Yes
I am.
 
I hope that’s alright with
you.
 
It’s a bit difficult to get
around with this ankle at the moment.”

“Of
course.
 
I wouldn’t have it any
other way.”

“Thank
you,” Dante said.

“I’ll
get back to you soon.
 
I’ll leave
you to pass this along to Kate.”

They
said their goodbyes and Dante hung up the phone.
 
Leaning against the wall he crossed his arms and looked at
his tearful charge.

“Your
father is extremely upset with you but he’s considering my suggestion.
 
He’s going to discuss it with your
mother and let me know in the next day or two.
 
If he says yes you’ll have a month to get your act
together,” he said sternly.
 

“Dante!”
she cried, and throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“He
hasn’t said yes, and even if he does, it’s not going to be an easy month,” he
warned, attempting to disengage her.
 

“I’ll
try and be good, I promise,” she stammered.

“I’m
sure you will,” he replied, pulling her back, “and rules, my dear, are a very
important part of your being good!”

She
swallowed hard and a deep frown crossed her brow.
 
She stepped back and looked up at him.

“Disobey
the rules and you’ll be punished.”

She
nodded her head.
 
Her throat had
constricted and she didn’t want to squeak her reply. The sound of Lois
approaching interrupted their exchange.
 
She smiled at them as she entered the kitchen and headed to the table to
clear the dishes.

“Lois,”
Dante said, hobbling a step away from Kate, “I have a favor to ask.”

“Certainly,”
Lois beamed, happy to do anything the handsome young man might ask of her.

“Kate
would like to help around the kitchen and learn the basics of cooking.”

He
glanced over at his lovely young vixen.
 
The look of surprise flicked across her eyes and her face reddened.

“Is
that true Miss Hollister?” Lois asked, taken aback by the request.

“Uh
- yes,” Kate replied quietly.

“Well
if you’re sure,” Lois answered, still shocked by the news.

“Excellent.
 
Thank you Lois.
 
And you can call her Kate from now
on.
 
Isn’t that right Kate?” he
asked, turning to face her.

“Um.
 
Yes,” Kate responded, surprised that
the cooking lessons were going to begin immediately.
 
And working around the kitchen was news to her!
 
She hadn’t promised him anything about
that!
 

“Great.
 
Then I will leave you two to clear
things up.
 
I have a couple of
calls to make.
 
I’ll be in my room,
Kate, when you’ve finished helping Lois.”

Leaving
the two surprised females alone, Dante, on his crutches, moved out of the
kitchen and back to his quarters.
 
The phone call had shaken her up so he didn’t think Kate would give Lois
too much trouble.
 
In fact he was
pretty sure the next few days would be smooth sailing.
 
But once the shock of her father’s
threat had worn off he suspected the quick tempered, impatient Kate would
resurface.

Once
back in his quarters and settled on the couch, foot elevated and phone in easy
reach, he sat down to make the list of supplies he’d need.
 
It didn’t take very long and once
complete he made the call.
 
The
goods would be delivered in three to five days.
 
Hanging up the receiver he smiled to himself.
 
Kate was in for some surprises.
 
But the truth was he didn’t have much
time.
 
Four weeks to rehabilitate a
strong willed, opinionated, spoiled young woman such as she would not be an
easy task.

He
closed his notebook, then his eyes.
 
The sound of the door opening stirred him and he realized he’d dozed
off.
 

“So?”
he asked, blinking his eyes open.
 
“How did it feel?
 
Did you
enjoy your first taste of domesticity?”

“To
be honest, it was kind of fun,” she smiled.
 
“Lois is a really nice lady.”

“Yes
she is, but you never took the time to find that out, did you?”

“No,”
she replied, looking at the floor.

“Feeling
a little ashamed?” he pressed.

“Kind
of,” she answered.

He
smiled.

“That’s
good.
 
Now come over here and
kneel.”

Kate
moved forward and knelt in front of him, positioning herself between the coffee
table and the couch.

“Time
for the rules.
 
The first one is
very basic.
 
Do as you’re told, when
you’re told.
 
Even if you think I’m
ordering you to do something you think is beneath you, you must trust that I’ve
only got your best interests at heart.”

Kneeling
in front of him she felt her sex automatically moisten.
 
She couldn’t comprehend why she
responded as she did but there was no denying it.

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Rule
number two.
 
If I choose to give
you pleasure it’s because I wish to see it, or perhaps I’m rewarding you.
 
It’s not something that you should
expect or take for granted. Got it?”

“Got
it, Sir,” she replied.

Good grief.
 
What have I got myself into.

“Rule
number three.
 
You will be subject
to my discipline.
 
You’ll be
punished when you’re disobedient or behave badly.
 
But you’ll also be rewarded when you’re a good girl.”
 

“Yes,
Sir”.
 

“Rule
number four.
 
Whenever I tell you
to take your place, you’re to kneel before me, hands behind your back, knees
slightly apart, eyes lowered.”
 

She
nodded her head and mumbled her “Yes, Sir”.
 
She could feel her growing wetness and knew her face was crimson.
 

“Rule
number five.
 
I expect you to be
polite and respectful to everyone in this house, and I do mean everyone.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she mumbled, and couldn’t help but think about the manner in which she
ordered the staff around.
 
They
were all a bit afraid of Kate and her temper.

“Stand
up and take off your clothes then take your position.”

Quickly
she stripped, this time without embarrassment, and kneeled before him again,
legs apart, hands behind her back, her eyes on the floor.
 
He reached out a hand and softly
brushed a breast.
 
She closed her
eyes, surrendering to the tingle - the tiny spark - that his touch
generated.
 
Suddenly a sharp pain
sliced through her nipple. She yelped.

“Pleasure
and pain,” he said quietly.
 

He
had pinched her little red rosebud and her nipple was now stark and erect,
tingling with the abrupt, unexpected bite of his fingertips.

“You
are now subject to both as it pleases me.
 
Do you understand that, Kate?”

She
nodded her head.

“I’m
about to spank you again Kate, but it will harder than you’ve had.”

She
gasped, staring up at him, trepidation in her eyes.
 

“Do
you know why?” he asked, once again stroking her breasts.
 
His touch was sending an intense fever
between her legs.
 
She never wanted
him to stop.
 

“No,
Sir, I don’t,” she answered tremulously.

He
removed his hand from her breast and slid it down her body.
 
Moving his palm around her back, he
began to caress her sweet, round, perfect backside.

“Because
I need to know you’ll accept my discipline.” he continued.
 
“Spanking will be a large part of your
ongoing training.
 
Some spankings
will delight you, others you will come to dread!”

She
trembled.

“So,
Kate, after hearing the five rules and knowing what’s about to happen, do you
wish to continue?”

She
nodded her head.

“Yes,
Sir,” she answered, solemnly.
 

He
instructed her raise her hands in front of her, and she watched, mesmerized, as
he pulled off his belt and wrapped it around her wrists.
 
He bound them tightly together, not
enough to cut off the circulation but certainly enough so as to prevent their
escape.
 

Kate
moaned softly, feeling her pussy respond to the restraint.
 
It took all her self control not to beg
him to touch her but the thoughts were short lived.
 
A minute later she found herself once again, stretched
across his lap.
 

Her
body was trembling with anticipation and her pussy throbbed with its own
life.
 
He shifted her, moving her
body so as to position her as he wished.
 
She was helpless and overwhelmed, especially when his large hand began
to fondle her upturned cheeks.

He
asked her if she was ready, and though she didn’t know if she was or not she
said yes.
 
The entire episode felt
so different than the last.
 
There
was a formality to it.
 
Dante was
all business.
 
This was for
real.
 
The whole ‘training’ thing
was for real.
 
Before she was able
to consider anything further the comforting touch was replaced with a sharp,
stinging slap.
 
It was quickly
followed by another, and another, and
 
she found herself wriggling and squirming, all thought vanquished by his
spanking hand.
 
Though she was
writhing under the smarting smacks, his hand, firm around her waist prevented
her from going anywhere.
 

The
burning sting increased and so did his tempo.
 
She begged him to stop, promising she would behave, but it
was to no avail.
 
Over the sound of
the slaps he informed her he would spank her as he saw fit, and any pleading on
her part only served to show him she needed more.
 
Obedience was acceptance.

Immediately
she stopped her appeals and tried to tolerate the punishment with greater
fortitude.
 
A few minutes later the
spanking ceased.
 
She was
breathless, panting and gasping, very near tears.
 
The spanking he’d delivered was much harder than the
previous one.
 
But that’s what he’d
promised and she had agreed. He waited for her to compose herself somewhat,
then slipped his fingers between her legs.

“Mmmmm.
 
Kate - did you know you’re positively
dripping.”

She
was too overcome to speak.
 
He slid
a finger deep inside her sex and slowly began to slither it back and forth. Her
libidinous hunger returned in a flash and she found herself wriggling against
his hand, wanting more.
 

“Greedy
girl,” he murmured.
 

To
her dismay he pulled his hand away, wiped it against her thigh and gently
helped her back to her kneeling position.

“Do
you still wish to be under my authority?” he asked, wiping loose tendrils of
hair from her face.

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied, though her smarting behind was making her second guess.
 
But the alternative - no money - an
apartment - a horrible job.
 

She
hastily added, “If you still want me to be.”

He
was silent a moment, studying her, and she felt a flash of panic and wondered
if he was having second thoughts as well. To her relief he reached out and laid
the palm of his hand against her face.

“You’re
beautiful,” he murmured. “Without all that dreadful make-up I can see your face
again.
 
You will throw it all
away.
 
And I do mean all of it.”