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 bulldog clips. “Let’s see how far we can go before that wet cunt of yours

then the other, inserting itself as it goes. It pushes inside, not deeply, but enough that, in

again. He crosses the

obey, and the panties, tasting of my own

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

head is spinning…… my Master said that he loves

I have known him, I am scared. Exhilarated

know he will do me no real harm, but I also understand, very clearly, that he is going to take

pussy lips, stretching it open to one side. It really hurts and through the panties, I yell. One mercy; gagged as I

and the other engorged

over my aching clit and through, into my wide-stretched cunt. “Delicious!” Then the third clip snaps over my clit. It is excruciating, and

for a minute. “And your heart rate is about 150 beats a minute I’d say. I

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

hesitate, then flap

it comes. Three, two, one.”

try to shriek through the gag, jerk and struggle against the white-hot

“Three, two, one.” Thwack!

on my clipped pussy lips and clit is incredible. But

two, one.” And I tense, trying to deny what is coming, but at the same time,

I feel spaced out, but fantastic. The contradiction of the pain of

vision and he gazes levelly at me for a moment, then disappears

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