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.”

might be something like that. Do you enjoy

silly question. “No, of course not. It’s lousy work, but it’s

studying at

“Business studies.”

nods, raising his eyebrows, seeming to be thinking about something. Then he stands, holding out a

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

amazingly sexy. His smooth, tanned skin highlights his dark, but slightly greying hair and

my other hand also, and facing me, he leans forward, kissing me on the mouth, soft and full. I lean into the kiss, hungry for more, hungry for whatever he

to the door and opening it, stands to one side, letting

below. A large bed, made up with white silk sheets and pillows, 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 of the bed are posted in black wrought iron and from each post dangles a chain ending

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

you trust me,

met him. But then, I have already allowed him to tie me

in his reply. “Good, because I want

think he wants me to get onto the bed, but he stops me, and turning me to face him, he starts to untie the belt of

“I’m not—”

stops me speaking, putting a

“I am your Master now, and I have not given you permission to speak.

I nod my head.

only things you may say are either to ask for more or to ask me to stop. But if you do ask me to stop, everything stops, and you will be going home. I will tell you

and he smiles in satisfaction. “Good. Now, take off

shrug the robe from my shoulders, standing naked for him. He looks me over very carefully, his gaze examining me— my breasts, my waist, my sex. He starts to circle me. Involuntarily, I start to

tell you to

and stand still again. Now, I feel his hands on my shoulders, from behind, his fingers sliding over my arms, my stomach, my buttocks, and my thighs. Despite my amazing orgasm

on the bed, Elizabeth. Lie