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.”

eases against my pussy and my muscles twitch. I lean back as far as I can, to take it,

not good enough,

God, please fuck

good enough, Elizabeth. I have to really know what you want. You won’t get it

fuck me with your cock! Bury yourself in me. I

“That’s better.”

bang against my inner wall, then again, harder. It hurts, but I am beyond pain 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 as he plunges deep inside me. I cannot move. I cannot see. Blind and spread-eagled, all I can do is scream in response to

cries turn to screams at my body’s release. Still, he pounds inside me, plunging and thrusting, but I feel him now, leaning over me, arms wrapped

he says quietly. “Yes, that

he is flushed and panting, his hair sweaty and disordered. He smiles as he catches my eye, tossing me the bathrobe. “Shall we

am permitted to speak, and he takes me by the hand, leading

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

to come here again

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

“Is

if the manager knows that I’ve … well, you know … with one of the guests, I

pursing his lips

And, no offence, you’re great, but you’re a guest. You’ll be

steeples his fingers, holding them up to his lips. “Elizabeth, I understand you, but you don’t understand me. I will not be moving on.

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