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.”

eyes crinkling at the edges and he shakes his head, chuckling. “She’s just been near strangled, and still she’s

lifting the garment up, and over my head, leaving me naked in the bed. “Lie back, Elizabeth. You are not going to be doing anything

back, arranging myself enticingly on the sheets. My Master strips off, in an almost business-like fashion, holding my gaze as he does so,

face and my hair, he winds his fingers through my copper tresses, then leans over me to nuzzle a breast, gently

I sigh, stroking his hair as he suckles me. The scent of him close to me, skin on skin, is musky,

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

I arch my back, spreading my legs for him, giving

Master….” I almost

“Yes?”

“It’s wonderful.”

“Lie back, Elizabeth. Relax.”

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

am warming from within, liquefying for him. Everything I have is for my Master,

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

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 I wail my

please, I want you

“Not yet.”

“Please Master.”

yet. I am still the Master here, and I say, not

slipping up to my clit, and his mouth clamps around me, tongue pushing

belly and thighs. My clit is almost electrically

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

but as I relax, my Master pulls free of me,

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,