The Billionaire's Daughter (14 page)

She
nodded her head, murmuring a ‘Yes, Sir,’ and leaned her cheek against his
fingers.
 
He let her rest there a
moment, then removed the belt from around her wrists and instructed her to
crawl to the bed, climb up, and lay on her back with her legs spread.
 
She was to place her arms above her
head and keep her eyes closed.
 
Shakily she dropped down on all fours and self consciously scuttled
across the room.
 

The
mattress was soft and inviting as she laid down, though her burning flesh left
no room for comfort.
 
Sighing
deeply she closed her eyes and raised her arms.
 
Her pussy felt empty and ravenous, and the simple act of
rubbing her thighs together would have helped but he had said legs apart so she
wasn’t afforded even that little relief.

She
felt the minutes tick by but had no sense of time.
 
It could have been a minute, or five, or fifteen.
 
Then, without warning, fingertips
brushed the inside of her thigh. She let out a little moan and prayed for
more.
 
A moment later he placed his
hand under her head and lifted it off the pillow.
 
A blindfold slipped across her eyes, and as the darkness
engulfed her a wave of erotic anticipation sent a warm chill down her
spine.
 
There was movement on the
bed and she felt his strong solid member press against her thigh.
 

He
told her she could moan or whimper but was not to speak. Her arms were to
remain above her head and under no circumstances was she permitted to
orgasm.
 
If she felt it approach
she was to alert him by simply saying, “Sir”.

His
fingers moved lightly across her stomach then slid between her legs.
 
She groaned and wriggled, every nerve
in her body alive and sparking, the blindfold heightening her senses.
 
His mouth explored her breasts and she
moaned at the intense pleasure.
 
As
his lips danced across her nipples and his cock teased against her thigh, his
fingers slithered inside her.
 
He
moved them slowly at first, then more vigorously, and when his thumb began to
rub and circle her sensitive little nub she let out sharp little cries in
response.
 
She could already feel
the shadows of an orgasm and wriggled against his heavenly hand.

His
finger, deeply embedded inside her hot depths, touched the tantalizing,
sensitive nerve.
 
She yelped in
shocked surprise at the stunningly sizzling sensation.
 

He
was still for a moment or two, then cried out once again as his finger pressed
and the intense moment rippled through her a second time.
 
She held her breath, waiting and hoping
for the next touch but his finger remained still.
 
She began to squirm against his hand, trying to communicate
her potent need.
 

“I
think,” he whispered, nuzzling his mouth against her ear, “it’s time for
an
 
obedience test.”

As
he pulled his hand from her between her legs she groaned in
disappointment.
 
She felt him rise
from the bed and her erotic craving was joined by trepidation.
 
Obedience test?

 
She heard the sliding of a drawer.
 
A moment later something cool slid
across the inside of her thighs.
 
It felt like a thin piece of leather.
 
He instructed her to bring her hands down and rest them over
her pussy.
 
Nervously she did as he
said.
 
Instantly she felt the hot
wetness on the tips of her fingers.

“Pleasure
yourself for me, Kate, while I watch.
 
When I smack you like this,” he said, slapping the inside of her thigh
with the instrument he held, “you’ll stop.
 
When I smack you again you’ll start.
 
Any questions?”

“No,
Sir,” she whimpered, jolted by the sharp sting on her tender flesh.

She
had never pleasured herself while someone was actually watching.
 
It felt very different than when she
would do such a thing during the heat of the moment.
 
Feeling her face flush she started to move her fingers
against her clit, and sighing deeply surrendered to her self inflicted
pleasure.

A
sharp sting bit her skin.
 
She
yelped, ceasing all movement.
 
The
piercing burn tingled but her focus on the bite was fleeting.
 
Her fingers longed to return to their
work, and she waited anxiously for the second crack.
 
She waited and waited, and when it finally landed on her
opposite thigh, making her jump, any self consciousness was a distant memory.
 
All she wanted was to feel the bliss.

So
it continued until she was suffering, her orgasm constantly looming, brimming
with its imminent explosion.
 
But
frustration was to be her companion. He started and and stopped her
incessantly, the slapping leather tongue scoring her white inner thighs with
bright red imprints, until the last crack of the crop brought an order to raise
her hands back above her head.
 
Breathlessly she did as instructed, and once more heard the opening and
closing of a drawer.
 
The red
blotches left by the crop were zinging, and he barely heard him when he he idly
informed her there would come a time when she would be required to fetch his
instruments of discipline.
 

“When
you’re in need of punishment, bringing me that which will correct you will be
part of the procedure,” he explained as he retuned and sat on the bed next to
her.

“What
do you want, Kate?” he asked, gently caressing her body, brushing his hands
across her tits.
 
She sighed and
arched her back, thrusting up her chest.
 
Every part of her was alive, every inch of her skin wanting his touch.

“To
obey you, sir,” she whimpered.

“Excellent.
 
On your hands and knees and face the
foot of the bed,” he ordered.

She
rolled over and struggled up on all fours, weak with craving, yearning for his
cock, desperately needing to have it sink deep inside her.
 
She could feel him moving about on the
bed, somehow sliding his body under hers.
 
His hand patted her bottom then slapped each cheek.
 
Still tender from the spanking she felt
the smacks keenly, but his fingers touched between her pussy lips, turning her
yelps of pain into soft cries of pleasure.

“Put
your head down and find my cock,” he murmured, “and please me with your mouth.”

His
hand was resting on her ass, warm but threatening, and she lowered her head,
searching in the darkness. He had positioned Kate so her bottom was facing him
with her knees spread apart, one on either side of his waist, and her hands
were supporting her on each side of his upper thighs.
 
From his vantage point he could view every intimate inch and
his hands had free rein to spank, or touch her pussy and torment her.

Finding
his swollen knob in the darkness, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft
hoping she was performing as he liked.
 
He began to tell her exactly what to do and how to do it.
 
If she didn’t get it quite right she
was rewarded with a sound smack.
 
His cock was huge between her lips.
 
She sucked as she had never sucked before, finding it
immensely satisfying to have him buried in her mouth and being at the mercy of
his hot hands as he trained her to please him. Finally he told her to lift her
head.

“You
did very well,” he crooned.
 
“Now
you’ll be rewarded.”

Grabbing
a condom from the nightstand he changed their positions and kneeled behind
her.
 
Sliding the rubber quickly in
place he held himself at her entrance, listening as she groaned loudly, so
great was her need. Clutching her hips he slowly invaded.
 

He
murmured his approval and Kate let out a long, deep wail.
 
She started to meet his deliberate
strokes but he ordered her to just accept.
 
He began to accelerate the pace and it was only a few
minutes before he was fucking her furiously.
 
She buried her head in the mattress to stifle her
cries.
 
Her bubble was about to erupt
and she prepared for the onslaught of the powerful convulsions, but abruptly
his torrid passion ceased.

He
drew himself out and rolled her on her back, pulling off her blindfold.
 
She was breathless, dizzy from his
ravaging attention and her own desperate desire.
 
Laying his large body over hers he engulfed her in his arms,
allowing his cock to find its way home.
 
Pushing it forward he snaked inside her ravenous, fluid depths, then
holding himself completely still he closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of
her pulsating walls as they enveloped him.
 

“Sink
into the bed, Kate.
 
Totally relax,”
 
he whispered, allowing his full weight
to rest upon her.
 

She
had been tense and rigid, but as he rested upon her, softly murmuring in her
ear to surrender, she felt herself giving in and becoming soft and malleable.
Rising up on his elbow he leaned his head down and kissed her.
 
His lips moved across her face and down
her neck as he started moving again.
 
Slowly, deliciously, he was sliding in and out.
 
He locked her eyes with his.

“Do
you want to come?” he breathed.

“If
it pleases you,” she stammered.
 
She was feeling strange, almost as if she was in some kind of sexual
trance.
 

“I
know you want it very badly,” he crooned, still driving his hardness back and
forth, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body.
 
“You are aching for release and yet you
answered correctly.
 
You shall have
your reward my dear Kate,” he whispered.

Deliberately,
powerfully, he continued to build her moment guided by her moans and
whimpers.
 
As she neared the edge
he rose up and sat back on his haunches, grabbing her hips in his mighty hands,
pulling her with him.

“Come
as you wish,” he instructed, and proceeded to thrust with power and gusto.

 
Scintillating sparks gushed through her
body.
 
Her entire being was
sizzling and she cried out as her pent up passion released itself in shattering
spasms.
 
She heard him groan and
knew his moment was meeting hers, then a second shuddering convulsion rippled
across her body and she saw a thousand lights dance before her eyes.

Over
and over again the eruptions shook her, until spent and exhausted, dizzy and
overcome, she collapsed on her stomach completely breathless, her body
tingling.
 
Dante quickly pulled the
condom from his flaccid member and placed it on the tissues he’d left ready on
the nightstand, then turned back to her pulling her into his chest.
 
He cradled her gently, engulfing her
with his arms.

“Being
a good girl can bring such rewards,” he purred.
 

“Oh
Dante,” she gasped, “That was - oh my God.
 
Incredible.”

“Sshh,”
he murmured.
 
“Just breath - savor
in the feeling...”

And
she did.
 
Closing her eyes, sinking
into his skin, swept away by the powerful release, she surrendered to the warm
intimacy.

I didn’t know .... it could be like
this...

He
sank into his own post orgasmic rest, listening to her breathing, awash with
mixed emotions.
 
There had been
many women in his past, many sexual adventures, but none had come close to what
he was feeling with Kate.
 
He had
always been drawn to her but the intensity had taken him by surprise.
 
He wasn’t quite sure what was happening.
 
He felt her stir and smoothed her hair.

“Dear
Kate,” he murmured, “old habits can be hard to break.
 
I only expect you to do your best.
 
As long as I know you’re trying I will be satisfied.
 
You’ll still be corrected of course,
but if I think you’re being lazy...”

I’ll
break my habits, I promise,” she replied hastily, nestling into his shoulder.

“Hmm.
 
Yes you will,” he agreed,
one way or another.

 
Gently pushing her from his chest he sat
up.
 

“Take
a shower and get dressed,” he said, “you’ve got a busy afternoon.”

“I
do?” she asked, stretching languidly.
 
“How come?”