Bought By The Billionaire
Chapter 37: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Thirty-Seven
My Master steps over the threshold, carrying me in his arms. My huge white meringue of a dress catches on the handle, and he struggles through the door with me and it together. I giggle, as he makes complex manoeuvres trying to get himself, me and the dress all through the door together.
“Welcome home, Mrs Haswell,” he says.
Smiling, running his hand over the bodice of my wedding-gown, his deep blue eyes are almost glowing. “You look beautiful in this dress, Elizabeth. But on the whole, I think I want to get you out of it.”
Sucking my lips in anticipation, “Yes, um, I think you’re going to have to help me.” The dress is boned, buttoned, laced and cinched in tight.
He looks the dress over from all sides. “Er, yes, I see what you mean. Not so much a dress as a construction. How did you get into it?”
“Francis helped. She did up all the buttons at the back. And the laces.”
He starts at the back, pulling at laces, trying to loosen the bodice. After several unsuccessful minutes, during which I become more and more giggly, he begins to lose patience.
“Think I’m going to need oxy-acetylene kit to get through these.” he mutters, then “Oh to hell with this! Bend over woman. Let your husband at you.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Find out what you ‘something blue’ is.”
an Old Romantic
now, I need to fuck you.” His creamy voice is thick with lust, and my own desire is rising to match.
right now, with a feral
of the couch, as he winches the skirts and hoops of my dress over my head, followed by the train. Enwrapped in layers of silk, satin and lace, blinded in my strange white
As he rummages through layers and depths of skirts and petticoats, pushing them all up and over me, he finally achieves his destination. I feel the coolth of air, now
a change from green. But the evidence tells me that we
of my Master, my husband, ‘fucking me ‘til I bleat.’ I can feel the ‘evidence’, the growing damp patch on the crotch
of the flimsy garment, unlacing first one side and then the other. Firm, warm hands run over my now naked derriere, squeezing and cupping, pulling the cheeks
swelling erection through formal dress trousers. As I bite my lip against the tease of pressure against my warming core, longing for more, my Master’s fingers wander inwards, parting the lips of my pussy, stroking and teasing. Under my silken tent, shrouded in a cloud of white, I start to moan. He slaps and
Get you coloured up. A
fingers inside, he finger-fucks me briefly. Again, it is a tease, a promise of what is to come. As soon as I lean back into his hand, to take him inside me, he withdraws, fingertips trailing silver fire over my swelling clit
like?” His words flutter through me. “Do I shackle you there, or will you behave and spread yourself as a good girl should?” His laugh is low as he speaks, vibrating through
wide, I open myself
doing it deliberately. He has only to step back and kneel. Instead, he slides slowly down my body, pressing against me as he does so. The rough fabric of his trousers, his belt, the buttons of his formal shirt, all rub past my pussy and
settles, the heat of his open mouth against my sex, warm breath wafting over my
a rumble of lust and longing. I echo the sound, sighing
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