Bought By The Billionaire

He kisses me full on the mouth, making sure I am standing up, and then pushes two fingers up inside me, hard. I feel them almost scrape against me inside, against my G-spot. I cry out, but he has already withdrawn and is down on his knees, his face to my thighs. From my rather awkward position, I look down to see him looking back up at me, at my face. As he looks, his hands are working, parting my curls to reach my pussy lips. He leans forward, and for one delicious moment, I feel his tongue swirl around my clit.

This time, there is nothing half-hearted or restrained about my reaction. I scream, just in time to feel him pull my thighs fully apart, and his tongue lick up from the back of my cunt, through and over my pussy lips.

And he stops.

I hang, my weight on my wrists, making incoherent gasps and wishing there was something I could say.

He pulls away and stands, smiling at me, as I am standing there in my shackles and my own sweat and juices. "This won't do you know," he says. And he turns and walks out again.

I can't believe it. I finally put together a sentence. "You can't do this to me! You can't leave me like this!"

His voice drifts through from the lounge. "Well, you didn’t think I'm going to tongue-fuck you in that condition."

What? What?

The sound level of the music goes up. And up again. And I wait.

He comes back in, again carrying something, which he puts on a shelf. I strain to see what it is — a toiletries bag? And he immediately leaves again.

A moment later, he is back, and he puts something else in his pocket.

"I turned the music up again," he says. "I think that when I get you properly Mastered, you're going to be quite the little screamer. We'll keep it private, shall we?"

on the boil," as he holds me around the waist again, while pushing one, two, and then four fingers

the toiletries bag—it is a toiletries bag—and takes out a razor and a can of shaving cream. "I like the taste of pussy," he says, "But not a mouthful of seaweed." He kneels in front

into the shower stall. "No!" I

you say no to this, then it's no to everything." He parts my pussy lips and takes a lingering lick over my clit, flicking

"Well …"

and pulls out the something, and

slowly, sliding it along my engorged lips and up past my aching pussy muscles so that I feel every

taste of soap," he says, "and you are getting a bit sweaty." He reaches for the showerhead, turning it on full, but cool.

onto a towel, and then, turning the showerhead upside down, he sprays squarely up into me, over my pussy and my clit with the water. Water, lather, and pussy juice

escape the intense pleasure, pain, and overstimulation of the

And he stops—again.

with the desire to cum, and I sag in my

some work to do?" he asks. “More rooms to

look

work to do. We don't want you getting into trouble with your boss, do we? I’ve met Mr

above me and starts undoing the tie. "I think you should go and do your work, and then I can finish you off later." The tie comes loose,

unbelievingly. "You can't be serious? After all that, you want to just break off and I'm supposed

lose your job, and I'll know that you really do want me to fuck you …" He smiles as he buttons up my blouse. "Now, here's your skirt. Pop that on … and no, you don't need those." He takes my

step into my skirt unresistingly as he pulls it up and zips me up. "And before you go …" He retrieves the egg and slips it, buzzing quietly, up inside me. "I'll expect to find that still there when you come back. You just practice gripping it so it doesn't slip out—that

the door. As he propels me into the corridor, brush in hand and buzzer

"Elizabeth."