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.

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

against me from behind. The tip of the riding crop? It probes my lips, pushing first 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.

Master’s voice. “We don’t want any more interruptions.” I hear his footsteps again. He crosses the room, returning with something. Something dangles by my face again - my panties?

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

as I love you, you really pissed me off earlier. I know you didn’t like what you saw,

but, my head is spinning…… my Master said that he loves me. But…. he going to punish me, really

the first time since I have known him, I

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

stretching it open to one side. It really hurts and through the panties, I yell. One mercy; gagged as I am, I can scream as loud

snap, and the other engorged lip is

wonder?” And his tongue runs up the length of me, over my aching clit and through, into my wide-stretched cunt. “Delicious!” Then the third clip snaps over my clit. It is excruciating, and I scream through the

minute. “And your

is a pause and more sound of movement. “Now then Elizabeth. You do have one choice. I can either warn you when it’s coming, or it can be a surprise. Which is it to be? Flap your left hand for a warning or your

flap my

comes. Three, two, one.”

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

“Three, two, one.” Thwack!

my clipped pussy lips and clit

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

contradiction of

he gazes levelly at me for a moment, then disappears from

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