Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 15: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Fifteen

“So, you missed me, and you fucked yourself instead?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Yes, what?” He presses my hand against his growing erection.

“Yes, Master. I fucked myself thinking about you.”

“And?”

“I wanted you there, inside me. But you weren’t there, so instead, I lay naked on my bed and got myself off.”

“How? What did you do, Elizabeth? Tell me, in detail. I want to know.”

I am unused to this and am not quite sure what to say, so I hesitate.

“Elizabeth, I have given you an instruction. I want you to tell me, detail by detail, how you fucked yourself.”

“I spread my legs and I played with my clit.” As I say this, my Master’s cock jumps under my hand. I feel it straining for escape. As well as I can through his clothes, I work him with my fingers.

Ross’s voice comes over the car intercom, “Sorry, Mr Haswell, we’re stuck in a traffic jam. Might take a bit longer to get there.”

I see my Master take a breath for voice control. He succeeds, and sounding very casual, replies, “That’s fine, Ross. There’s no hurry.” Then he presses my hand down hard again.

Seeking permission in his eyes, I unzip and release my Master’s now throbbing erection. “I’d have you down hard on that, sucking me off,” he says. “But I want to hear what you have to say.”

“I played with my clit,” I repeat. “I rubbed myself and tweaked and flicked. And all the time, I was thinking of you, with your mouth around me, lapping at me and making me wet.” With the tips of my fingers, I work the head of his penis, licking my fingers to make it as good as I can for him.

“I made myself really wet. I was ready for you, and I wanted you. I wanted you to lick me out, and then fuck me brainless.” I feel that my fingers are not slippery enough. My Master’s cock deserves better than this, so for a moment, I bend over, taking him in my mouth, licking and moistening the tender skin, but at the same time, I continue to slide my fingers up and down his length. My own panties are moistening.

“I used my hand and finger fucked myself,” I continue. “But you weren’t there. I was ready to be fucked properly. I wanted to feel you all the way inside me, balls-deep, but you weren’t there. I would have used a vibe, but I didn’t have one, so I had to find something else instead.”

fuck him, it is slippery and delicious, and I am becoming uncomfortable

use? What did you

inside me, and then I fucked my cunt, hard. I wanted you to fuck me,

clear, Mr Haswell. We’ll

skyward. “Fuck!”

lick him clean and dry, enjoying the taste of him and letting him see me lick my own lips clean. With a little difficulty,

*****

even look up. “Yes?” he says. “What is it?” He is eating a sandwich, and casually brushes egg crumbs from his face

start to speak. “Hello.

this how a member of my staff meets and greets

concierge looks up sharply at him and then blenches. “Oh! Mr Haswell.” He stands up hastily, struggling slightly to push his chair back as

“You shouldn’t need to be expecting the boss to show up to show common courtesy to a visitor to the building. That is your job. Do we

“Yes, sir.”

the keys for

The concierge disappears into a back room for a moment, then reappears,

clean shirt on if you expect

lift to the fourth floor. “I didn’t know

and shrugs. “Handy, isn’t it? And no one will disturb us.” His smile turns to a

my arms above my head, pinning me to the wall. The other hand heads south, and not too gently, pulls up the edge of my

his face close to mine, he says, “Now, if you please, continue with your

screwed myself with

plunge into me and I yelp. “Like

Oh God, yes.”

goes, thumb outside, pressed on my

His thumb is rubbing my

“You want more?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

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