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.

a tactic are passé,

fingers over my contours, waiting for my Master to notice.

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 briefly, before, doing a double-take, he looks up properly, staring, as I

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

under and in, they trace a line along the inside of my thighs to the green silk of my

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

through the sheer fabric, all the while, watching my

with my clit, gently tormenting my warming bud, allowing the contour of my moving fingers to be outlined through the silk, as a dark

“Master?”

Get rid of

of the garment and

sitting. “There, Madam, if you would.

I 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

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, I face

fall away.

doing at all times, his view uninterrupted. His eyes indicate I should give the other breast

except for my skirt, I want to draw my

want to

pussy lips, I open myself

is unmistakable now. As I dip fingers into my wet pussy, slipping

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

Please. I want you

self-control fails and my Master almost launches himself towards me, ready to bury his