Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 25: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Twenty-Five

Thrusting into me, my Master says “You needn’t think you’re going to get your own way this easily Elizabeth. You’re not allowed to cum yet. This is just to give me a bit of relief before I give you the spanking you deserve. I had to sit through the rest of the evening with my cock twitching below the tablecloth. You are only going to come when that naked bottom of yours is bright red.”

I am already thoroughly aroused. They say that the best sex always starts in the head, and the anticipation of waiting for my Master to discover my dishabille, on top of the success of my suggestion regarding the Thorntons, has left me feeling high. My pussy is wet and warm, and my Master’s hard fucking is rapidly bringing me to climax. He realizes this and withdraws.

Putting me down he orders “Into the bedroom, and bend over the bed.”

I do as I am told, bending over the foot of the bed, my butt raised. My skirt has dropped down to cover me up again but my Master does not bother to remove it, simply flipping it upwards to display my naked buttocks and my engorged lips and pussy. “This is going to hurt, Elizabeth. You can’t behave like that without being punished.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“Sorry’s not good enough. This is only going to stop when you beg me for it.” and he slaps one buttock, hard.

I yelp and reflexively try to stand, but his hand is on my back and he pushes me down again, face pressed to the bed. “Did I give you permission to move?”

“No, Master.”

“Exactly. No.” and he slaps again, the other butt cheek. “You don’t move until and unless I give you permission.” This time the slap is onto my flooding pussy. And then another in the same place. The sting is exquisitely painful and utterly delicious. I do not know whether to scream or moan.

“I think you’re enjoying this way too much Elizabeth. Stay there. Don’t move.”

My Master exits the room, leaving me panting and trembling. I really, really want my Master to fuck me to orgasm, but I know I will have to wait. He returns and I can hear him moving behind me. I risk a quick look to see what he is doing.

He has taken off his shirt and is barefoot, wearing only his black belted trousers. Tanned, lean and athletic, he looks like a god as he approaches me from behind, holding a riding crop. I catch my breath at the thought of what is coming. Can I take this?

He traces the inside of my thighs with the tip of the crop, probing into my pussy, caressing my pulsing clit. “Open your legs further.”

Awkwardly, I spread my legs further, feeling fingers insert into my slit as I do so, spreading my lips, widening me. Pussy juices trickle down my thigh. “Turned on Elizabeth? Nice and sensitive? Good. I want you sensitive.” And his tongue licks upwards from clit to cunt, sending fire through my core. I moan helplessly.

stops when you beg me to

“I understand Master.”

“What do you understand?”

will stop only when

and make it worth my while to stop. I’m going to enjoy this.” And he brings the crop down

do scream. But my pussy gushes, betraying my body to the pain.

at me again with

you need

gasping breathlessly as my

he says. “I will always wear my knickers

will….” Gasp. “…. always wear my knickers in

am really feeling that I can take

Elizabeth. What is it to be?” and the crop slaps lightly up

I can’t…. I

to

No more.

crop flicks harder across my clit. Enough to hurt. “I told you. You

more. I’ll be

you be good?

Master. Let me

Will you swallow my cum? Lick

“Yes, Master.”

he pushes me

crop slaps against my knees. “Wider. And push your

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