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 been

he pulls upwards, lifting the garment up, and over my head, leaving

on the sheets. My Master strips off, in an almost business-like fashion, holding

his eyes soft as he kisses me. Stroking the side of my face and my hair, he winds his fingers through my copper tresses, then leans over me to

The scent of him close to me, skin on skin, is musky,

body, kissing the soft skin of my stomach, exploring my thighs with his fingertips before working through my

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

almost breathe the

“Yes?”

“It’s wonderful.”

“Lie back, Elizabeth. Relax.”

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 inwards whilst one finger continues its work on my

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

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

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; a noise from deep within me as I quake and tremble. Desire is

please, I want

“Not yet.”

“Please Master.”

am still the Master here, and I

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

my cunt sends pulsating pleasure rippling over my belly and

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

free of me, pressing me down to the sheets with a hand flat on

flat stomach, twitching