Bought By The Billionaire

Grabbing the bottle of baby oil, I slide it inside myself. My aching cunt welcomes it, taking it in as I first test for fit, and then plunge it deep inside, fucking myself hard, again and again. The bottle is slippery with oil and slick with my juices, but I ram it home, over and over. At some level, I am conscious that the headboard is clattering against the wall, but I don’t care.

Now my orgasm builds, the tension mounting, blood pounding in my ears, my body arched rigidly, my thighs shuddering and trembling in my search for climax.

With an unquenchable heat, my orgasm takes me. My pussy sends pulsating spasms through my body. My thighs and stomach throb and clench in a rhythm that takes me completely, and I cry out, still working the bottle inside myself, making the ecstasy last as long as I can, drawing out the moment when my Master will leave me.

Pumping away at myself, I hold onto the crescendo as long as I can, before it becomes unbearable, and with a gasp, I whip the bottle out of my still spasming cunt and lie, gasping and panting, on the mattress.

As the climax passes and my breathing slows, there is banging on the wall. “Keep that fucking noise down!”

To hell with the neighbours. I’ll be out of here soon.

*****

I do not see my Master for some days while he is out of town. When he does reappear at the office, on the occasions that I see him, he seems distracted and says little to me. I wonder if I have done something wrong, or worse, if he is growing tired of me.

Then, Francis, his personal assistant, buzzes me. “Beth, can you come up, please? He wants to see you.”

“I’m on my way.”

As I step out of the lift, Francis is sitting behind her desk outside the office, a thoughtful expression on her face. There are angry voices coming from behind the door to Richard’s office.

Francis meets my eyes with raised eyebrows. “Hi, Beth. I’d take a seat if I were you. I don’t know how long this is going to be.”

a few more minutes, and with one voice becoming ever louder and angrier, Francis picks up the phone. “Frank? Yes? Can you send security up to

the door closed, he sees me and takes a step towards me, murder in

he is talking about, and involuntarily I sit back in my chair as Mack steps closer to

moment, Richard comes out of his office, looking stern but calm. “Francis, can you call Security, please … Ah, already here, I see. Thank you, Francis. Ben, Alan, can you

please clear Mr Kane’s

purple with fury and turns to me, jabbing a finger in my direction with

am completely baffled. “I’m sorry, but

of my staff, Mr Kane? Should

the doors swish closed behind them, Richard turns to Francis. “Make

nods. “Yes,

a pot of coffee, please, as soon as you get the chance.

office, and he waves me to

you to be the case, in fact, was the case. Someone was, in effect, having

Richard pours two coffees, and I sip

the problem at all, passed over the mystery and moved on. You struggled with it and came to me with your dilemma.” He laughs. “It goes without saying that if you encounter any more such inconsistencies,

“What will happen to him? Will you call the

think so. It would be hard to prove that it was Mack. When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. However, I caught him out, unexpectedly, today. No doubt if the police came in, he would have his answers ready, and in the meantime, the company’s shares would be falling. No, he’s out, and he won’t be coming back. And he’ll not find it easy to get

made him think

it was you, Elizabeth, but he knew which files you’d been looking at, and which projects you’d focused on. It didn’t take him long to work it

I thought he was going