Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 6: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Six

I lie there, dumbly looking at him, wondering what is coming next. His jeans are bulging, and as he removes them, I see his massive erection, firm and stiff against his navel. Can I take that much?

He sees where I am looking and guesses my thoughts. “Yes, you’re getting it. All of it, if you are good and do as you are told. Off the bed, Elizabeth. Stand in front of me.”

Compliantly, I obey, and not sure where to look, cast my eyes down. He leans to one side, and opening a drawer, takes out a single red silk scarf, then others. Using one of them, he blindfolds me, binding it tight around my eyes, then he leads me a few steps by the hand.

“Bend forward.”

Again, I obey, and feel first my left wrist, and then my right, being bound to something. The bedposts?

As earlier, he lifts me from the waist, positioning me with my hips up and my pussy exposed. My legs are spread, and my ankles are bound also. I am utterly helpless and completely exposed; I am at the mercy of this man. My pussy lips are swollen and aching, and my juices are running down my thighs. I have never felt so utterly aroused, so utterly ready for whatever would happen next.

Quivering and trembling, I hear him speak again. “Just to remind you, Elizabeth, you can tell me to stop at any time, but if you do, everything stops, and you go home. Say yes if you understand.”

“Yes.”

I am almost palpitating now to have my Master inside me. His penis pushes against my pussy lips and I move my hips to accommodate his huge erection, tilting myself for easy access. The vibe was a poor substitute for what I really want. I pulse with arousal, frantic now to have that cock, to swallow it within, to take it as far as it will go, balls-deep into me. Once, twice, it pushes against me, easing me open, slippery and wet. My pussy muscles jump in reflex, tightening around my Master, as he hesitates on the brink, not yet penetrating, not yet filling me as I want.

“What do you want, Elizabeth? You may speak.”

I don’t hesitate. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

against my pussy and my muscles twitch. I lean back as far as I can,

not good enough,

God, please fuck

really know what you want. You won’t get it if

your cock! Bury yourself in me.

“That’s better.”

or pleasure and know only that I want more of this. I feel my Master grasping my buttocks, holding me still as he fucks me. Repeatedly, his shaft spears me. I cry out in rhythm with his thrusting, again and again

at my body’s release. Still, he pounds inside me, plunging and thrusting, but I feel him now, leaning over me, arms wrapped around me, kneading my breasts, his breath ragged next to my face. He spasms as he bucks and presses into me, pumping his load. His hips jerk convulsively once or twice more, and

says quietly. “Yes, that was

the blindfold. My breathing is still quick, and he is flushed and panting, his hair sweaty

as to whether I am permitted to speak, and he takes

we sit in front of the fire, me cross-legged in the bathrobe and he naked

to come

so soon. But my body betrays me. At the suggestion that I could have such magnificent, stupendous sex again, that my Master might again take me to the brink and beyond, my heat starts to rise again inside. Bewildered by the scale of my own lust, I

“Is that a

manager knows that I’ve … well, you know … with

pursing his lips

I really need this job. And, no offence, you’re great, but you’re a guest. You’ll be moving on

lips. “Elizabeth, I understand you, but you don’t understand me. I will not be moving on. I live here. And you will not lose your job, because I will make sure

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