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

he peruses my folds like a gourmet, tasting and licking, flicking at

very wet now, my breath ragged and broken. Pussy juices trickle and my Master licks them away. He tongues my entrance, probing, first lightly, and then more deeply. His face presses close to me, drinking my depths

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, now sensitized and swollen. Juices gush from my throbbing cunt, and an

am aware that my Master is no longer working my clit, but has buried himself in my pussy, drinking from me as I

he towers over me, stripping off his shirt and pants. As they drop in a heap beside me, he says, “On your hands and knees, Elizabeth.

to rest on my elbows, my head well down so that my naked buttocks

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

with the paddle, skimming my hair with it, sliding it over my

eh?” He taps the other buttock, harder this time, making me yelp. “Be quiet,” he commands. “Tonight, I think I’m going to test

“Yes, Master. Redhead.”

how far you want to ride

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

you’re enjoying this. Now … a question for you. I can either fuck you from behind or face-fuck

mind,

answer, Elizabeth. Now, do I shove my

ass is smarting. “My mouth, Master.

The paddle lands again, but this time harder and

mouth? What

my mouth,

butt, hard this time, really hard. I yell

me, three fingers pumping in and out. “Ask nicely. If you want me to face-fuck you, ask nicely and tell me

Master. Let me suck you off. Let me make

aching and streaming cunt. This time 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, pinning my head low again. “Did I tell you