Bought By The Billionaire

I am tired of studying. Although I have exams next week and need to revise, my brain and eyes are tired. I can feel myself growing stale almost by the minute.

My Master is sitting opposite me, working, legs crossed at the ankle, examining papers and accounts, making occasional notes in the margin. Bored with reading about economics, budgets, surplus and deficits, financial accounting versus cost accounting, and..... I decide it is time for a change of tone. Plucking a grape from the bunch on the table next to me, I toss it at my Master. It bounces off his file, and down onto the settee beside him.

Over his glasses, he gazes expressionlessly at me for a moment, picks up the grape, pops it in his mouth, and returns to his note making.

Piqued at such a non-response, I pluck and toss another grape. This time it lands on his lap. Once again, he levels a look at me and pops it in his mouth. "I thought you were supposed to be working?” he says. “Studying hard for your exams?”

"Well yes, but I'm tired. I need a break."

"You need a break, so I have to be disturbed while I am trying to work?"

"You've been at it for hours too. Don't you want a rest as well?"

"I need to get this done for the meeting with the Thorntons tomorrow."

“You'll perform better at the meeting if you're rested.”

“Later Elizabeth. Right now, I must finish this.” And he returns to his reading.

I wait for a minute, then toss a third grape at him. This time he, somehow, catches it one-handedly in mid-air, apparently without even looking at it.

As he puts it in his mouth he says, "If you keep this up, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass red.”

At his words, my panties suddenly become moist with heat. With a take a sharp intake of breath, I now know what kind of break I’m looking for.

are

back in my chair like a cat, I start to trace the outline of my breasts, trailing fingers over my contours,

little and part my knees, displaying rather more thigh, and revealing a slight view of my panties. This time, my Master notices the movements and glances up briefly, before, doing a

his eyes instead follow my fingers as they draw circles around the outline of my nipples whereas they

down between breasts, stomach and thighs, ever lower towards the hem of my skirt. Slipping under and

he watches my performance, his black jeans beginning to bulge noticeably, and my own

my Master, I continue, running fingers over and around my sex and clit, massaging myself through the sheer fabric, all the while, watching my Master’s reactions. His eyes are level, pupils wide and dark. For a moment, they meet mine, before eye-pointing downwards, indicating that I should

inside the panties, I play with my clit, gently tormenting my warming bud, allowing the contour of my moving fingers to be outlined through the silk, as a dark wet stain spreads across the fabric. My Master’s head tilts a little as he watches

“Master?”

Get rid

out of the garment

sitting. “There, Madam, if you would. If you insist on flaunting yourself,

that is his. It is not entirely coincidental, that now I am in this position, it will

swung around, watching me in silence. Adjusting my position to ensure that he has the best possible view, I

from my shoulders and letting it fall

a breast, and licking my fingers, I tease at the nipple, hardening it further. Plucking and rolling it, I ensure that my Master can see what I am doing at all times, his view uninterrupted. His eyes indicate I should give the other breast similar attention, so changing around, I lift

want

want to

over my thighs, stroking inwards, slipping through red curls to neatly trimmed pussy lips, I open myself up, parting moist

wet pussy, slipping them rhythmically in and out,

breasts, as my heart begins

Master. Please. I want you to do

and my Master almost launches himself towards