Bought By The Billionaire

My Master shows the police-woman out and then sits beside me again. “I’ve sent Ross over with Francis to collect some of your things. I want you to stay here for at least the next few days until Mack is tracked down. That way I can keep an eye on you. Is that okay with you?”

The chance to be with my wonderful Master for a few days? “Of course it is, Master. But I thought you had a lot of work on for the next few days?”

“Fuck the work. This is more important. And I can do a lot of it from here anyway.”

Then the penny drops as to what my Master just said. “Tracked down? They didn’t catch him?”

He hesitates. “No, I’m sorry Elizabeth, but he escaped the building before they were able to lock it down. But don’t worry. He’ll be found.”

I ponder this, gulping at the implications of Mack Kane loose in the city. But does my Master really want me to stay with him? He’s never wanted me to stay for long before.

“I’ll be fine in a couple of days, Master. It won’t have to be for long.”

He raises a quizzical eyebrow at me. “Don’t you want to stay here? Don’t you like the idea of living with me?”

“Of course I do. But I didn’t think that……”

He takes my hand, holding it between his. “This has made me realise Elizabeth how close we have become, you and I. When I came in and I saw Mack with his hands around your throat, you on the floor, I thought my heart would stop. And I only came back by chance, because I’d forgotten my briefcase. If I hadn’t……” His voice chokes and he looks away.

“But you did come back. And I’m fine. Please, Master, don’t get upset.” I bend to kiss the hands encasing mine, and his eyes sweep up to meet me, depthless with emotion. Rising from his chair, he moves to sit on the bed beside me, holding my face in his hands as he kisses me.

My breath comes in a rush, his kiss sending a tremble through me. His face is rough. He has not shaved and the stubble rubs against my skin. It does not matter. This is my Master and I want him. As my heat rises, there is a familiar moistening between my legs and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He resists, looking at me a little startled. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this Elizabeth?”

I am always ready for him. “Yes, Master. I am. Please, I want you close to me.”

his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges and he shakes his head, chuckling. “She’s just

he pulls upwards, lifting the garment

off, in an almost business-like fashion, holding my gaze as

hair, he winds his

me. The scent of him close to me, skin on skin,

soft skin of my stomach, exploring my thighs with his fingertips before working through my curls,

and yet it ignites me. Sighing, I arch my back, spreading my legs for him, giving him what is his. He explores my

Master….” I almost

“Yes?”

“It’s wonderful.”

“Lie back, Elizabeth. Relax.”

thighs, working upwards and in, leaving me brimming with a tingling anticipation. Kissing my warm folds, he nestles into my sex, lapping at me, his tongue circling and probing inwards whilst one finger continues its work on

him. Everything I have is for my Master, and I want

he parts my swelling lips, tasting me. My pussy is running hot and liquid now, juices flowing and as he licks me, long slow strokes up

whimper, desperate for more, but desperate for this to last. The fingers venture inside me again, harder this time, and my inner muscles shiver and clench. Pushing in deeply, he rubs up against my g-spot, and now

want you inside

“Not yet.”

“Please Master.”

the Master here,

his mouth clamps around me, tongue pushing into my brimming sex, circling inside, licking

sends pulsating pleasure rippling over my belly and thighs. My clit is almost electrically alive, sending sparks of irresistible arousal throbbing through

my pelvis on quivering legs, I tremble and shake as, irresistibly, the rush takes me. As I scream ecstatically, my Master holds me at

relax, my Master pulls free of me, pressing me down to the sheets with a hand

against his flat stomach,