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.

as a tactic are passé,

my breasts, trailing fingers over my

slight view of my panties. This time, my Master notices the movements and glances up briefly, before, doing a double-take, he looks up

attention. No longer looking at his files, his eyes instead follow my fingers as they draw circles around the outline of my nipples whereas

breasts, stomach and thighs, ever lower towards the hem of my skirt. Slipping under and in, they trace a line along the inside of my thighs to the green silk

transfixed, his work abandoned beside him. Sitting with arms folded, legs outstretched, he watches my performance, his black jeans beginning

erotic power over 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.

of my moving fingers to be outlined through the silk, as a dark wet stain spreads across the fabric. My

“Master?”

panties. Get rid

of the garment and start

which he is sitting. “There, Madam, if you would. If you insist on

raise a leg, allowing my Master to see everything that is his. It is not entirely coincidental, that now I am in this position, it will be very easy for my Master to lean forward to reach me. I am hoping it will be with

watching me in silence. Adjusting my position to ensure

my shoulders and letting it fall away. My green lacy bra

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

I want to draw my Master

want to be

pussy lips, I open myself up, parting moist and swelling folds to

As I dip fingers into my wet pussy, slipping them rhythmically in and out, a sheen

heavily, droplets hovering between my breasts, as my heart begins to race. Finger fucking myself, I keep my thumb pressed against my

Please. I want

almost launches himself towards me, ready to bury his face in my