Bought By The Billionaire

… My Master is not exactly smiling, but his teeth show a little, white against his tan as I see his breathing deepening. “I don’t think we need those, do we?” he says, and one-handed, he teases apart the side laces of the panties, discarding them.

“Unlace the top of your bodice. I want to see your breasts.”

Slowly, I pull the laces of the bodice open, allowing my heavy breasts to swing free from their confinement.

“Now, closer. Then start fucking yourself again.”

I stand close to him, as he leans farther back into the settee and says, “Closer. I want to see everything.”

I try to move closer, but cannot as my knees chafe against the couch.

“Closer,” he says. “Kneel up. Straddle me.”

Kneeling up, my legs parted astride my Master, he supports me with his hands on my hips, steadying me. “Now,” he commands. “Play with yourself. I want to see you dripping.”

This will not be difficult. The act of opening myself, so close to my Master’s face that I can feel the heat of his breath on my loins, is already arousing me and my pussy is moistly warm.

Slipping fingers between my legs, I start to play with my clit, pulling the hood back with one hand and rubbing it with the other. Working at my nub, it grows hard under my fingers. A couple of fingers in my pussy for a moment give me a little juice to lubricate myself, making my clit more slippery and easier to work.

“Put your hands on my shoulders. Support yourself,” my Master demands.

Taking one hand from my hips, he parts my lips, leaning in close to suckle at me. His tongue lapping at my bud is electric, and I moan, struggling to remain still in my awkward position balanced over him.

“I did not give you permission to move,” he says, withdrawing from me for a moment then returning to his work, nibbling at me, chewing lightly at my labia, and working my clit with his tongue.

My breath is shuddering now, and my balance is precarious.

Support yourself against

for his inspection. Looking up, he peruses my folds like a gourmet, tasting

lightly, and then more deeply. His face presses close to me, drinking my depths as I judder and squirm,

he applies the vibe to my clit, sending waves of electric stimulation shooting through me. I squeal in shock, convulsing reflexively as he circles my clit with the vibe, first probing into the root, then skimming the tip,

some level I am aware that my Master is no longer working my clit, but has buried himself in my pussy, drinking from me as I cum, his mouth locked over me, his tongue penetrating, prolonging my climax

me away and down onto the floor. Standing, he towers over me, stripping off his shirt and pants. As they drop in a heap beside me, he says, “On your hands

obey, dropping down to rest on my elbows, my head well down so that my naked buttocks are presented for my Master.

girl. Now stay there.” He strides to his briefcase and extracts a red and black leather paddle. I recognise it; I

with it, sliding it over my spine. Lightly, he taps a bare

“Be quiet,” he commands. “Tonight, I think I’m going to

“Yes, Master. Redhead.”

far you want

runs down my spine. I have barely come down from the waves of one orgasm, but already I feel my body’s response to

you. I can either

mind,

“Wrong answer, Elizabeth. Now, do I shove my cock up your cunt

is smarting. “My mouth, Master.

again, but this time harder and I

What about your

cock in my mouth, Master. Face-fuck

feel my Master’s hand slap across my butt, hard this time, really hard. I yell in pain,

and out. “Ask nicely. If you want me to face-fuck you, ask nicely and tell me what

Master. Let me suck you off. Let me make you

it really hurts, and I almost rise, jolted off my elbows by the pain. But as I start to rise, my Master grabs me by the hair,