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.

grapes as a tactic are passé, I wheel out the

my chair like a cat, I start to trace the outline of my breasts, trailing fingers over my contours, waiting for my Master to notice. Irritatingly, he appears to be unaware of what I am

I hitch up my skirt a 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

the outline of my nipples whereas they harden, they begin to display through the fabric. My nipples, responding, pucker

towards the hem of my skirt. Slipping under and in, they trace a line along the inside of my thighs to the

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

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,

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 this, before

“Master?”

Get

out of the garment

My Master points to the other end of the settee on which he is sitting. “There, Madam,

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

he shows no sign of doing this yet. Instead, he has swung around, watching me in silence. Adjusting my position to ensure that he has the best possible view,

each button, letting the garment fall open, before sliding it from my shoulders and letting it fall away. My green lacy

what I am doing at all times,

naked except for my skirt, I want to draw my Master into some

want to

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

wet pussy, slipping them rhythmically

droplets hovering between my breasts, as my heart begins to race.

I want you to

almost launches himself towards