Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 30: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Thirty

“Hey, Beth. You okay up there? A neighbour said there was some noise.” My Master falls still and silent…

… The heat in my cunt blooming outward, my clit incandescent with pain-pleasure, I struggle to get the words out, shouting across to the intercom. “Er, yes, fine. Don’t worry. I…er…. I just dropped something.”

“Okay. So long as you’re alright.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Don’t move. I’ve not finished with you.” His words are stern, but my Master’s voice is brimming with laughter as he steps over to the intercom and clicks it off. He pulls over a chair and jams the smashed door closed, pushing the chair-back under what is left of the handle. Then he vanishes into my bedroom, returning a minute later with a handful of my stockings.

Coming back to me, he grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me upright. “You - dining table. Bend over and spread ‘em.” He marches me over to the table, pushes me face down and stretches my arms out, tying each wrist to a table leg with a stocking. Then he does the same with my ankles. Halfway through he pauses to grab a cushion, shoving it under my hips, arching my back and raising my butt. The ankle ties he stretches tight, spreading me wide, and displaying my swollen and sopping slit.

Face pressed to the table top, I cannot move and, hair draped over my face, I cannot see.

I hear movement, rustling - my Master getting undressed and - something else - he is moving around the apartment - looking for something? I hear cupboard doors and drawers open and shut; the sound of my bedroom door, then my office door.

His footsteps come close and his hand sweeps the hair from my face.

“I thought you should see what was coming.” he says, dangling something in front of me. “We never got around to trying this one out did we?”

From my awkward angle, I make out the shape of the riding crop I bought him for his Birthday.

A frisson runs through me, and my slit pumps out hot fluid.

of you.” He shows me a handful of bulldog clips. “Let’s see how far we can

to one side, then the other, inserting itself as it goes. It pushes inside, not deeply, but enough that, in my highly sensitized state, I screech in response.

comes my Master’s voice. “We don’t want any more interruptions.” I hear his footsteps again. He crosses the room, returning with

the panties, tasting of my own juices, are shoved in my

going to give it to you hard this time. Much as I love you, you really pissed me off earlier. I know you didn’t like what you saw, but you gave me no chance to speak. And that’s not fair. So this time, I’m not going to be fair. You have no safety word, and I’m going

acknowledgement, but, my head is spinning…… my Master said that he

the first time since I have known him, I am scared. Exhilarated

do me no real harm, but I also understand, very clearly, that he

really hurts and through

is a snap, and the other engorged lip is

my aching clit and through, into my wide-stretched cunt. “Delicious!”

that?” My Master’s hand reaches under the left-hand side of my chest, pressing for a minute. “And your

you when it’s coming, or it can be a surprise. Which is it to be? Flap your left hand for a

then flap my

Here it comes. Three,

comes down on my left buttock. I try to shriek through the gag, jerk and struggle against the white-hot

“Three, two, one.” Thwack!

to scream. I need to breathe. But the gag stops me doing either. The pain on my clipped pussy lips and

trying to deny what is coming, but at the same

run down my face. I feel spaced out, but fantastic. The contradiction of the pain of my body, and

my field of vision and he gazes

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