Bought By The Billionaire

I spend the rest of the week in a dreamy haze. After a couple of days in bed, I feel fine and am bored rigid. Against my Master’s protests, I return to work.

But I am thinking hard.

I know my Master loves me. I can see it in his face, and he is showing it by his actions if not his words.

I continue my work with the Thornton deal, familiarizing myself with as much of it as I can. Jaye and Alex Thornton both seem to like me, and my Master, ‘Richard’ at these meetings, always brings me along, saying that my presence makes the negotiations go more smoothly.

My sun is shining, and my skies are blue.

Turning the key in the lock, I click open the door to my Master’s apartment and walk in, calling as I enter. “Hi, it’s only me….” Then I freeze at the tableau I see before me.

My Master is there, in the lounge and Adele, his ‘ex’, is with him. She is wearing a very short scarlet dress with deeply plunging neckline. Her long dark hair is swinging loosely around her and she is pressed up close to my Master, arms around his neck, kissing him.

As I stand there, gaping, she turns her face to me, almost sneering, a sneer that turns to triumph as she sees me.

My Master calls out. “Elizabeth….” but I turn and run, sick to the pit of my stomach, trying to keep back the tears until I can cry in private. Taking the lift down to the lobby, I keep my face down as I make for the door. The phone rings in my pocket, but I ignore it.

A minute later there is the bing of a text arriving, and then another. I ignore both, instead hailing a taxi to take me to my own apartment.

Slamming the door closed behind me, I finally allow myself to collapse into tears, letting the sobs rack me as I grieve. How could he have done that to me? I trusted him. He even encouraged me to live with him. And then to have her there….

My phone rings again. Checking the screen, it is Richard calling me, and this time I decide to answer.

“Elizabeth. We have to talk. That wasn’t what….”

I decide that I don’t want to hear it, and I hang up.

Miserably, I wonder what to do with myself and settle for pouring myself a drink, a large drink. It will make me tipsy, but that’s probably not a bad idea right now. I gulp it down, pour myself another and then, cradling the glass, I stand by the window, staring out over the cityscape far below, feeling wretched. The tears have stopped flowing and for some time I stand there; just stand.

It’s Richard. Let me

answer. I don’t

Open this door.

I don’t reply.

in there. The concierge told me

Still, I say nothing.

then, with a crash, the door bursts open as my Master kicks

pressing myself against the wall. He strides into the room, looking volcanically angry.

wave a finger at the door, lock broken and wood splintered.

a finger towards me. “I know you’re upset, Elizabeth, but there are some things you don’t do, and one

my hand and puts it on the coffee table. Seizing me by the shoulders, he pushes me against the wall. Never have I seen him like this before. This is a side of my Master I did not even suspect existed. Still holding me

If you have something to say, then say it. But do not put the phone

saw what you did, but I told you weeks

“You were kissing her……”

She was kissing me. There’s a difference. And if you had stayed another ten seconds, you would have seen me

nod. And bizarrely, I realise that, apart from owing an apology to my Master for my bad manners, I am not frightened of him, even in this mood. Although my breathing is

I take it that you’re going to behave like a normal human being now?” Then he pauses, looks at me closely, tilting his

looking down, embarrassed, but he lifts up my chin with a finger. “I thought I’d scared you for a minute there, but you’re panting, and you’ve got eyes like saucers. Well, you don’t

the buttons of my blouse and tugs it open. Buttons

to protest. “My

of the perks of being rich, Elizabeth. I can easily pay for more.” And with that he unzips my skirt, ripping it open the rest of the way, dropping what’s left to the floor to join the shredded remains of my blouse, leaving me only in black

and my pussy is

the eye. “Girls with bad manners get punished for it. Now….” He pauses reflectively, looking down at my panties and hooking them around the top with a finger. “Do we think these are needed now?” He slips a finger into my crotch, feeling at the fabric. “Nope. Useless. As I suspected. Sopping wet. So they can go.” And he tears the fragile fabric, ripping the panties

pushes me down, bending over

hard with one hand. “Repeat after me. ‘I will not be rude to my

not be rude to

the other cheek. It stings and I