Bought By The Billionaire

My Master withdraws, leaving me shaking and shuddering, hips jerking and bucking against my ties. My pussy is hot, drenched, engorged, and I am desperate to have him inside me.

He removes the gag. “Anything to say, Elizabeth?” he asks. “Any requests yet? You know you have to ask first.”

My mouth is dry from the gag, and my jaw is aching from being held open, so I have trouble speaking. “Inside me. Please, Master, inside me.”

“That’s better, Elizabeth. You are learning nicely. I’ll take your training a little further after today.”

I barely have time to wonder what he means by this when he slips something inside me. Sliding easily against my slick pussy lips, he inserts something, which for a moment, simply sits inside me. Then it also starts to vibrate to a pulsing rhythm. An egg?

I convulse again, but still, I am pinned.

“Calm down, Elizabeth. We’ve barely started.” He probes with a finger inside me, pushing the vibe in deeper, pressing it in as far as it will go. “Now, Elizabeth, I want to hear you yelp for me.” He turns the power up, and this time, the part-moan, part-howl that comes from me is loud and long. Mercilessly, he wraps his mouth around my clit, sucking hard at my swollen bud. I struggle and wriggle, trying to escape the sensation overload, but at the same time, glorying in it.

The combination of vibration on my nipples, pulsing from within, and his mouth clamped over me, is tormenting and pleasuring me and is irresistible.

From within, an orgasm swells and rises, building to the peak, and then in an uncontrollable surge, takes me. My Master works my clit with his tongue, drinking me as I gush, one hand on my flat belly, massaging my inner muscles against the egg. I scream against the unbearable, sweet, bitter, pleasure, and pain that overwhelms me completely.

“Stop! Stop! Oh, God, please stop!”

Instantly, he takes his mouth away; he inserts his hand and flicks the egg out of me, pulling the clamps off my nipples. The blindfold is ripped from my face, and in the shimmer of the candlelight, I see my Master, shirtless and undoing his straining belt. Unbuttoning his jeans, his erection bulges from the fabric, standing upright as he releases it, rigid against him.

bed, settling between my knees, the tip of his penis kissing my pussy lips, still twitching in the aftershock of my orgasm. As he touches me, my inner muscles convulse again at the thought of this thick

Elizabeth,” he says and obediently, I look

“There.” His eyes point down to where his massive cock is

me. An inch. Two inches. Four inches. His thick shaft,

deeply and says, “That’s good, Elizabeth. That’s really good.

eyes flick up

what

I moan and then yell as he pounds inside me to a

in deep as far as he can go against my inner walls. I gasp and quake, but bound as I am, all I can do is shake, quiver, and scream. I fling my

of breath, he shudders against me, pumping his load into me, and grasping onto the ropes restraining my knees as he

and his skin glistening with sweat. Finally pulling himself upright, he looks me in the eyes and grins. As he unbuckles the cuffs from my knees, he says, “You’re quite a woman, Elizabeth.” With both hands, he

asking me to come a bit

like to go

I can’t go out in public wearing what I arrived in.” I’m sure the taxi driver had my number, or at least X-ray vision,

in there,” he says, pointing at one of the wardrobes. “I have prepared for this eventuality and you will

where this is going. “What kind of

there know me and the staff are well paid to be discreet about their diners.” He waves me towards the wardrobe. “Pick out your clothes. I’m

newspaper tycoons—public faces who value a bit of privacy from time to

wardrobe, working my way through beautiful fabrics, expensive designer labels and gorgeous