Bought By The Billionaire

My Master disappears from the room, to return a minute or so later with his briefcase and a bowl of ice cubes. Grinning wickedly, he opens the case, pointedly turning it with the lid facing back to me, so that I cannot see the contents. However, I recognise the spreader bar he produces.

Quickly he shackles my ankles into the bar, spreading my legs apart so that I hover with difficulty between standing and supporting my weight on the cuffs. I am now stretched upwards, legs spread and my Master is able to circle me.

He almost prowls around me. “Beautiful.” Coming close, he circles my waist with one arm, kisses me again on the mouth then “Do you know what I find most appealing about you, Elizabeth?”

Biting my lip with increasing arousal and anticipation, I shake my head. My Master slips his fingers between my legs, parts my lips with his fingers and tweaks my clit. As I yelp in response, he says, “You love to be fucked. You have no idea how much of a turn-on that is.”

And he plunges two fingers into my wet pussy, grinding up and forward to my g-spot. Working the fingers hard, he rubs and probes at my inner walls and I grow hot and slippery in response.

Teetering, stretched between cuffs on my wrists and cuffs on my ankles, I am supported by my Master with an arm at the waist, while he kneads me from the inside. My hips buck and my legs threaten to buckle. I cannot fall, suspended as I am, but it is comforting to be held close by him. A wet trickle trails down inside my legs and the tension of my taut arms leaves me feeling wired, almost electrified.

A voice in my ear: “What would you like to happen next?” he whispers, his hand all the time inside me, stretching me open, alternately massaging and rubbing.

“I don’t know Master,” I gasp. “I just wanted to give you a nice birthday present.”

He chuckles. “Consider it given. Now I’ll see how I can return the favour.”

Backing off a little he starts playing with the laces of my bodice. “Time to unwrap my present I think.” One loop at a time, he slowly unlaces the bodice. With my arms raised high and my legs awkwardly hobbled, as the silky green fabric parts, it reveals my stomach, stretched flat, my already slender waist cinched in tight by my position and, although my heavy breasts fall free, they too are raised slightly upwards, swinging under their own weight, the nipples now bright red with arousal.

I think. You already look good enough

by puckering up, standing out hard and erect. My Master alternates between them, circling one with ice while pinching the other. My pussy produces a constant juicy trickle now and my inner thighs are hot from combined desire and

handiwork. My whole chest, neck

stooping to suckle from me, his hand sliding over my taut belly with the ice cubes. He moves slowly, and the chilly water of the melting ice oozes down to

same time, he is slipping the dripping ice

can only writhe against it, moaning and panting. “That’s good,” he says.

to pinch a little. Dangling from the end of my sweating breasts, he flicks them with one finger, testing for

pinch a little harder, then after a brief search of the box produces a chain. Connecting one clamp loosely to the other with the chain,

his shirt, his leanly muscled arms and naked chest gleaming with perspiration, the fabric of his jeans straining at the crotch. “What to start with?” he muses,

flogger, and he whips the soft leather lashes through the air to make a

my skin. He circles me, again flicking across my buttocks, lightly at first. I see him watching my face for a reaction, testing me. “I’d like to redden that

wince and yelp

you to stay still. However, you must tell me if anything is too much. Do you understand Elizabeth? You must

again,

you say if

moment, but of course, my Master is right. What will