Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 10: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Ten

My Master’s erection is huge, and at almost any other time, I would struggle to accommodate him, but in my state of screaming arousal, he sheathes himself, full-length, straight into my dripping passage, pounding into me.

I scream again, and an orgasm wells up once more, my pussy walls grasping and gripping as they throb around him.

His hand leaves my back and I feel him grasping me by the waist, forcing me back and forth against his rhythm, heightening the drive of his shaft, intensifying his already deep thrusting as he rams into me, plunging into my depths.

Through my own cries, I hear him moan and gasp, feel the pulsing of his cock spurting into me. For moments, he holds shuddering against me, then relaxes down onto me with a gasp.

For half a minute, he simply lies on top of me spent, before taking a couple of deep breaths. I feel him kiss the back of my neck. “That was good, Elizabeth. Thank you.” He pulls away, moving to unshackle me.

He throws me a white terry cloth robe and puts one on himself. “Ready to eat?” he asks.

I suddenly realise I am starving. “Oh, yes, I am.”

“We’ll have something sent up. Order what you want. I’ll have a steak, rare.”

I order the same for myself, slightly self-conscious to be asking for service from people I was working with only the day before.

“What happened downstairs in the lobby, Elizabeth? You looked upset as you came in.”

“I’d forgotten to give them my letter of resignation,” I said sheepishly. “They wanted to know why the maid was taking the private lift to the penthouse.”

He looks me in the eyes. “You didn’t forget. It was here. I’m sure you assumed that I would pass it along. In fact, I had realised that it is not appropriate.”

I shake

“You haven’t resigned. You’ve simply been promoted. Yesterday, you were just as much my

in his hand, kissing my forehead. “I’m sorry if I caused you embarrassment. I should have thought to let them know down there. I

apologising to

wiggles his eyebrows at me and

continues, “a break, I think,

A break? And then?

knock at the

“Ah, perfect timing.” Then he

previous manager. For now, I don’t see the

in a trolley bearing our meals, plus champagne on ice

rug in front of the fire, eating strawberries dipped in champagne and cream, revelling in the sheer luxury of it

each bright red berry in the wine and then the cream, I pass it, still

lick and suck the creamy champagne from the fruit. I see the approval in his eyes as, one at a time, I

licking it clean of the dripping cream before gently biting in and

over me, lying at his

Master, it is clear what I am being instructed to do. I rise to kneel before him, untying the belt of his robe and opening it

hour ago, this man came explosively inside me,

had a shower yet,

kiss away the drop of pre-cum already glistening at the tip, sucking my lips at the combined salty and sweet flavour of him. Then I start to lick slowly at the head of his shaft, tracing its contours with my tongue, exploring and probing with the tip. I feel my Master shudder and

shaft, starting at the base and drawing long slow strokes up his massive, throbbing member. His breathing turns ragged and

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