Bought By The Billionaire

I feel the rise of my orgasm within me, the tension building, and my belly muscles clenching as it builds. Convulsing in a paroxysm of ecstatic joy, I try to lean up to embrace the sensation, but my Master’s hand, flat between my breasts, pushes me down on my back again, holding me pinned as my climax overtakes me.

I am unconscious of anything but the release, as my pulsating cunt sends violent waves of pleasure through my stomach and thighs. I do not know if I scream, gasp, or cry, only that I am lying helplessly writhing, speared by my Master as he gazes down on me, cumming at his command.

Sated and exhausted, I lie there, my panting subsiding, as my Master locks eyes with me. “Don’t move,” he says. “You haven’t finished.”

He draws level with my face, and once again, seizes hold of my hair, pulling up my face. “Open wide.”

I open my mouth and he pushes inside. “Finish me off,” he commands. “I want to see you swallowing my cum.”

“May I use my hands as well?”

“Yes, you can massage my balls while you lick me clean, then suck me off.”

One-handedly, I massage his balls, tight and crinkled. With the other, I support his huge erect penis as I lick away my own juices and his.

With one hand kneading his balls and the base of his erection, caressing and stroking, fondling and rubbing, I can feel the growing throb and cadence of his rising climax. His own hips start to quiver, and then, as I feel he is going to spurt into my mouth, I slide the tip of my tongue into the slit of his penis, tickling, probing, and stimulating at this, his most sensitive moment.

In response, he exhales with a gasp, leaning forward and pulling me in deeper by my hair. He spurts into my mouth in a creamy cascade, and then pulling my mouth free of him, he finishes his climax over my face, his stream surging over my eyes and lips, dripping down into my hair. As he shoots his cum over me, I lick and suck where I can, taking what he gives as he rubs his cock and balls and cum over my face.

Finally, with a heave, he pulls free of me and stands, breathing deeply, arms akimbo.

After a moment he looks up again. “Elizabeth, you are good. You are so good.” And he leans over, kissing me deeply on the mouth and then my breasts. “Come on, let me help you down.” He picks me up from the marble, placing me carefully on my own two feet.

I wobble a little, a bit unsteady after the internal pounding he just gave my still swollen, pussy, and clit.

think,” he says. “Let’s check out

water cascading over us both, my Master soaps and then sponges me down. He gives special attention to my breasts and between my legs, sucking my nipples as he reaches between my thighs. “Don’t worry,” he comments. “I

still unfurnished apartment, looking out over the city and

do

get some over the next few days.” Then I try to collect my thoughts.

the space for guests and for an office or study here. Speaking of which, we have plenty of spare furniture in the basement back at the office, desks, bookshelves, that kind of thing. Pick out what you

what to say, so I settle for, “Thank

top of my head. “You’re welcome, Elizabeth. But we made a deal. You are keeping your end of

says is true, but I don’t want it to be a contract. I am falling in love with my Master.

*****

touches to the bedroom in my beautiful new apartment when the

“Hello, Elizabeth. It’s Richard.”

thrill, I rush to the intercom. “Hi!

he was

last time it was a spreader bar and a vibrating egg, both of which he tried out on me, giving me one of the most electrifying experiences of my life. I am becoming

roses with a smile.

Master, they're lovely. I’ll put

settee. “So, Elizabeth, we're celebrating your new home,”

new life, my new apartment, and my Master, who I admit to myself,

would you like

think you

laughs. “Oh, yes, I do—lots of ideas—always. But this is your celebration, Elizabeth. And I want to thank you for what you have done, and are

voice trails away. Can