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.”

just an Old Romantic aren’t

right now, I need to fuck you.” His creamy voice is thick with lust, and my own desire is rising to match. This is my husband. I love him passionately. And now we are

him inside me, right now, with a feral passion I would not have credited before

followed by the train. Enwrapped in layers of silk, satin and lace, blinded in my strange white world,

fuck my wife ‘til she bleats.” 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

“Makes a change from green. But the evidence tells me that we

my husband, ‘fucking me ‘til I bleat.’ I can feel the ‘evidence’, the growing

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

of pressure against my warming core, longing for more, my Master’s fingers wander inwards, parting the lips

coloured up.

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

behave and spread yourself as a good girl should?” His laugh is

raising my hips as far as I can from my prone position. Stretching my legs wide, I open myself as far as I am able, jittery with anticipation, longing for the touch of my lover’s tongue, and for his penetration of

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 bud as he descends. The knot of

my sex, warm breath wafting over my tender, trembling nub, my

mouthing the slick skin. He mumbles a sound of pleasure, wholly sensual, a rumble of lust and longing. I echo the sound, sighing my shuddering pleasure at the lapping tongue, which probes and penetrates

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