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.”

lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges and he shakes

lifting the garment

My Master strips off, in an almost business-like

kisses me. Stroking the side of my face and my hair, he winds his fingers through

scent of him

soft skin of my stomach, exploring

so light, so delicate, and yet it ignites me. Sighing, I arch my back, spreading my legs for him, giving him what is his. He explores my warm, damp folds, my breathing becoming rapid

Master….” I almost breathe

“Yes?”

“It’s wonderful.”

“Lie back, Elizabeth. Relax.”

legs, he kisses and licks the soft skin of my 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

Everything I have is for my

making me gasp. My hips are quivering as he parts my swelling lips, tasting me. My pussy is running hot and liquid now,

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 I wail my arousal;

I want

“Not yet.”

“Please Master.”

the Master

withdraw, slipping up to my clit, and his mouth clamps around me, tongue pushing into my brimming sex, circling inside, licking me out, and

belly and thighs. My clit is almost electrically alive, sending sparks

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

subsides, but as I relax, my Master pulls free of me, pressing me down

kneels up for a moment, I see his throbbing erection, taut and hard against his flat stomach, twitching to a pulse-beat. Lowering himself down onto me, his cock nudges at me,