Bought By The Billionaire
Chapter 9: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Nine
Richard leads me to stand by the window, then sits in an armchair, looking at me. “Turn around. Let me look at you.”
A little self-consciously, I turn around under his fixed gaze. I am wearing a simple blouse, very low-cut that shows off my cleavage. The teardrop pendant dangles between my breasts. The wraparound skirt, tight on my tiny waist, flares out, silky and sensuous over my long legs. I pull the skirt slightly to one side, showing my Master one stocking covered thigh.
He sits, head on one hand, propped on the chair arm, just watching, drinking me in. He looks simply astonishing, dark-haired and dark-eyed as he gazes on, his beautifully chiselled features fixed on me. He is my Master now, but I have never felt so powerful, so alive.
“You look beautiful, Elizabeth.”
I flush again, unsure now of his wishes.
“Unbutton your blouse,” he says, “slowly.” Then seeing my eyes glance at the window, he adds, “It’s mirrored glass. No one can see in. Now, unbutton your blouse.”
My Master expects to be obeyed, and so, one by one, I slip the buttons free, until the silken garment hangs loosely from my shoulders, my full breasts protruding beyond the folds.
“Take it off.” Obediently, I let the blouse slide to the ground where it ripples onto the thick soft carpet. My bra, chosen to enhance my cleavage, is black satin, matching the thong I am wearing. I start to take off the bra, but he says, “No. Come here.” And compliantly, I approach.
I feel incredibly erotic. My total surrender of will to this man’s wishes is arousing something in me, which, until only the previous day, I had not suspected in myself. I warm from within, embers of arousal beginning to fan into flame.
“Closer. I want to be able to touch you, to smell you.”
with my stockings. His hands continue their journey behind me to the tops of my thighs, gathering me in and pulling me close, his face against my
My breathing quickens, and he smiles as he hears
exploring, then says, “Part your legs. Spread your thighs
lips. I begin to gasp, and I stagger slightly as my body reacts to the oh-so-gentle stimulation he
I say you could
shake my head. “No, I’m sorry. It’s not easy to stand still
up into my eyes. “Is that so? We’d
and pushes me roughly back against
several items laid
my wrists, he says, “What’s it to be? Stretched
don’t know what to say, so with my heart beginning to
what we
arms above my head, to where I notice for the first time, a hook in the wall. Attaching the cuffs to the hook, he produces the spreader bar I saw the night before, cuffing in first one ankle, and then the other. He pulls the pins from my hair, and it cascades down over my breasts to
admire his handiwork and then shakes his head. Kneeling, he adjusts the bar, pushing it and my ankles wider. “Spread your legs. I want you open.” His voice is harsh,
my Master forces my ankles farther apart, and farther, until I can barely
“Now we have you properly
mine as he removes his shirt. I am entranced by his tight, lean muscled body, by the dark line of hair leading from his navel to his belt and below. Broad-shouldered and tight waisted, I want nothing more than for him to fuck me stupid. His black jeans, previously a perfect fit, are
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