Bought By The Billionaire

The shower is blissful, and I alternate with hot and cold jets, spraying the water over my breasts and stomach. My pulse is slowing and my breathing is returning to normal. The shampoo and the soap are wonderful, expensively perfumed, and I inhale deeply through the steam.

Stepping out, the towels are huge and fluffy. Only the best in this suite.

Although I have been told to leave my skirt, I do not quite like to step naked into the room. I shake my head. Shy? I have just allowed a man I only met for the first time two hours ago, to tongue-fuck me to orgasm, and now I’m bashful about it?

I dry my hair so that it falls long and loose around my tiny waist, and then step into the lounge wearing a white bathrobe.

He looks up from where he is pouring champagne into two glasses. “Ah, there you are. I thought I might have to come looking for you.”

I suddenly feel awkward again. “My hair takes a long time to dry.”

Now, looking at me admiringly, he comes up close, lifting my long tresses, holding them to his face, and breathing deeply. “Yes, and beautiful hair it is, Elizabeth. By the way, time for a formal introduction. I’m Richard.”

He holds out his hand and, a little confused, I take it. “Nice to meet you, Richard.”

“Sit down.” He gestures to one of the expansive settees, positioned to take in the spectacular view over the city. He passes me a glass. “Sit down,” he repeats. “Let’s talk a little before we move on to other things.”

It is good to know that talking is an option, but … “Other things?” I ask uncertainly.

He smiles that tilt-headed smile of his again. “You didn’t imagine we’d finished, did you? No, not by a long way. The evening is young.”

I hide my confusion in the glass, sipping at the drink.

Richard refills it and sits beside me. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to get you drunk. We’ve already established that I don’t need to, haven’t we?” He looks me full in the eyes and then continues. “Tell me, Elizabeth. Why are you cleaning hotel rooms?”

Why is he asking me?

I shrug. “I need the money. I’ve got to get through college and my parents can’t help much.”

be something like that. Do

“No, of course not. It’s

studying

“Business studies.”

to be thinking about something. Then he stands, holding out a hand to me. “Come along, Elizabeth. Time to move

he wriggles his fingers at me, his eyes pointing to a door.

his dark, but slightly greying

forward, kissing me on the mouth, soft

opening it, stands to one side, letting

is scattered with rose petals. For a moment, I think the petals are also silk, but then a heady perfume tells me they are real. The corners

candles, and with a real fire in the hearth. My eyes slide past wardrobes and drawers, a thick fur rug spread out

trust me,

have only just met him. But then, I have already allowed him to tie me up, twice. He could have done anything to me, helpless as I was. “Yes, I

“Good, because I want to be your Master, and for that, you must

me forward to the bed. I think he wants me to get onto the bed, but he stops me, and turning me to

“I’m not—”

stops me speaking, putting a

in the eyes. “I am your Master

I nod my head.

me to stop. But if you do ask me to stop, everything stops, and you will be going home. I will tell you what

he smiles in satisfaction. “Good. Now, take off the robe, Elizabeth. I want

his gaze examining me— my breasts, my waist, my sex. He

tell you

on my shoulders, from behind, his fingers sliding over my arms, my stomach, my buttocks, and my thighs. Despite my amazing orgasm only a little

the bed, Elizabeth. Lie on