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.

a couple of ice cubes from the bowl. Coming close again he says, “A little titillation first, I think. You already

first one nipple and then the other, making me gasp and wriggle. Each nipple responds 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 the

whole chest, neck and face are flushing

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 my now swollen pussy lips, electrifying me with the contrast between the icy stimulation and my hot pussy juices. His hand continues downwards, never stopping in one spot, but circling and weaving over my

between his teeth, he bites gently, nibbling at me whilst at the same time, he is slipping the dripping ice and his cold fingers down past my

it, moaning and panting. “That’s good,” he

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

the chain, at first it feels only like a little extra weight, but then he lifts the chain from the centre and slots it between my teeth. “Keep that there. And now, Madam,

naked chest gleaming with perspiration, the fabric of his jeans straining at the crotch. “What to start with?” he muses, holding

says, taking the flogger, and he whips the soft leather lashes through

flicks it across my stomach, not hard, but I feel the sharp lick of the flail over 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 beautiful ass of yours, Elizabeth. How do you

speechless with arousal. I nod, then wince and yelp as the movement pulls sharply at my

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

again,

you say if you want me to

a moment, but of course, my Master