Groomed For The Billionaire

Please Daddy, Please!

The morning sunlight filtered lazily through the tall, arched windows of Dante’s mansion. Breakfast sat on the marble dining table, untouched as Dante scrolled absently through the newspaper. He wasn’t really reading, his mind was tangled in thoughts of irritation, anticipation, and the unresolved tension from the morning’s argument with Naya.

It has become a morning ritual, they almost always argue everyday.

Naya leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed as her eyes locked onto him. “Baby, how about the money you said you’d send to me? You know I need to get something.”

Dante didn’t answer. Not immediately. He didn’t even glance up. A low, exasperated breath escaped him, and he shifted his gaze to the eggs on his plate.

Naya stepped closer, her voice sharper, tinged with frustration. “Dante, I’m talking to you!”

Finally, he looked up, eyes narrowing slightly. “I gave you money last week. What did you do with that? Do you want me to give you my entire account? The company’s account? Would that make you happy?”

Naya’s lips curled into a small, dangerous smile. “That wouldn't be a bad idea.”

“Can you hear yourself?” He raised his voice.

“Don’t talk to me like that! I’m not one of those… those hoes.”

Dante froze. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” she shot back, shoving the empty chair slightly.

Dante could feel the tension in his chest. “Why do you always have to ruin my mornings?” he demanded, rising abruptly from the table. The untouched breakfast lay abandoned, he picked up his briefcase and strode out of the house.

Naya didn’t flinch. She turned to the chef, who was taking out dishes from the dishwasher.

“Take the day off, leave everything you're doing. And tell the others, I need my house empty before I get down.” She turned and walked upstairs to her room.

Moments later, she came down and her eyes lingered on the empty house. A small smile tugged at her lips. She had the mansion to herself now. The silence was intoxicating.

She picked up her phone, dialing a number she knew by heart. The call connected immediately, a deep, husky male voice answering. “Hey,” it said, low and intimate.

“The coast is clear,” Naya purred, a wicked grin on her lips.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to hold you.”

“Same here, sugar,” she replied, pulse quickening. “I’ll be ready in a jiffy.”

“I’m counting the seconds, I'm on my way,” he said, chuckling softly.

She ended the call and slipped into her bedroom, anticipation buzzing through her like electricity. The bathroom door closed behind her, steam curling up from the shower she had just taken.

The mirror reflected her image red, lingerie hugging every curve, she wore her floral perfume. She adjusted her hair one last time, rinsed her mouth, letting the cool freshness sharpen her senses.

Almost immediately, she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart skipped. She ran down the stairs, heels clicking lightly against the polished marble. The door swung open, and there he was. Looking all sexy and intimidating.

Before words could be exchanged, their lips collided. The kiss was hungry, urgent, the kind that sent sparks racing down the spine. Naya’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, feeling the strength and warmth of him pressing against her. His hands roamed, tracing the curves of her body with an instinctive knowledge of where she burned the hottest.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he whispered against her ear, voice husky, low, and intoxicating.

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” she admitted breathlessly, letting herself melt against him.

Their lips met again, deeper, hungrier, seeking and claiming. Clothes became irrelevant, discarded with an elegant recklessness, each piece falling to the floor with a soft rustle.

Naya tilted her head, lips brushing against his jawline as she murmured, “I want you inside of me, now.”

He responded without hesitation, capturing her mouth again, teeth grazing softly, tongue teasing. His hands slid down her back, cupping, squeezing, pressing her close until every nerve was alive.

He gently cupped her breast and sucked her n*****s, making her moan.

“You’re mine,” he growled, he slide his finger in between her legs, and she was slimy.

“You're so f*****g wet,” he picked her up and placed her gently on the kitchen isle.

“And I’m yours,” she whispered, voice trembling with desire.

The kitchen became their stage. He fingered her, his tongue playing with her n*****s, she held him tight like her life depended on it.

“Don't stop baby, please.”

But he stopped. “I want you to c*m inside my mouth.” He planted kisses on every part of her body as he moved slowly, using his hands to part her legs, exposing her wholeness to him.

He whispered in her ear, voice low and commanding, “I’m going to make you scream my name.”

Her pulse quickened, heart hammering. “Then do it,” she breathed, giving herself over completely.

He went down and planted a kiss on both her thighs. She gasped, as if trying to get air. Then he took her c**t in his mouth and gently sucked it, his middle finger sliding freely into her hole.

“f**k,” Naya grabbed his hair.

He kept fingering her, her juice running down his hand, he slid out his fingers, and put it in her mouth. She licked her juice from his hand, he slapped her across the face and inserted his fingers back inside her teary hole.

“I'm going to cum.” She moaned, arching her back.

“No you won't, you'll be a good girl and wait until Daddy wants you to cum.”

“Please daddy, please…”

She could feel the pleasure building up between her legs, before she could explode, he stopped.

“Why did you…”

He inserted his huge rock hardness inside of her, causing her to let out a low cry. The sweet, painful sensation made her hold the kitchen aisle tighter.

He kept thrusting inside of her, slowly at first then he f****d her harder. Something Dante can never do. She could feel the pleasure building up again, and before she could utter another sound, she squirt, messing up the aisle.

“That's some real good p***y b***h,” he groaned as he exploded inside of her.

That was the first of many sessions for just that day.