Bought By The Billionaire

After long moments, the layers of silk, gauze and lace encasing me are pulled back and I emerge from my dim white tent, blinking a little in the sudden explosion of light. My Master eases me upright, turns me to face him, lifts me and carries me through to the bedroom, where he deposits me gently on the bed.

As he unknots his tie, stripping off his shirt, he smiles down at me. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t about to ravish you again just yet.”

“Of course not, Master. We’ll give it five minutes or so shall we?”

He chuckles as he lies down next to me, his head cradled in the crook of my neck. “Of course, yes. Foolish of me. Five minutes.”

His arms lock loosely around me. “I Love You, Elizabeth Haswell.”

“And I Love You too, Master.”

*****

“So where are we going?” I am excited. My Master, my new husband, has kept me in the dark as to where we will spend our honeymoon.

“You’ll see.” He sounds, and looks, smug, refusing to say another word on the subject. But, besides smug, he looks wonderful, wearing the plain white linen shirt and black jeans that suit him so well. The white of the shirt sets off his tan and the tightly fitting jeans enhance his…. figure.

I am demurely dressed in a white blouse, navy blue, knee length, skirt, and court shoes.

I try a different angle. “How long will we be away for?”

My billionaire Master has responsibilities and a heavy work schedule. I wonder if our ‘honeymoon’ is destined to be a long weekend only.

The car turns off the main highway. So, we are not going to the airport. Fantasies of sun-kissed beaches and blue seas fade away.

Instead, we follow narrow roads, away from the city entirely, up towards the mountains. After an hour or so, we turn in to a vast gateway, framed with intricate wrought iron rails and stone lions. A long drive curves ahead of us, set within close-clipped lawns. Beech, oak and chestnuts dot the landscape and, way down the hill; is that a lake?

“Oh, it’s lovely Richard? Is this the hotel where we’re staying?”

His smug-ometer is going off the scale. “It’s not a hotel. There’s just us.”

“Just us?”

I brought in a few people to cook and clean for us. Ross insisted on being one of them.” He tips his head towards our driver, whose grin I can see, even though the back of his head. “But apart from that, yes, just us.” He raises an eyebrow. “You did want us to be private for our honeymoon,

but the house comes

into a deep porch. Half a dozen steps lead up to the entrance. A carriage circle fronts

have cost a fortune to hire

I love it. And yes, of course I wanted us to

Master steps out, walks around the car and

brings tears to my eyes, the words still too new for the

companion that beckons up a long, curved stairway. To my left, I see a sunlit drawing room. To my right is

a

simply stand

it?” My Master has a

I am conscious of Ross in the background. Whilst we are in public,

lake.” he says. “But we can always change

to die for. A huge bed takes centre stage in the room. Sunshine slants over red satin covers, scattered with white rose petals.

a toast shall we.”

We toast. “To us.”

“To us.”

sniffing at the bubbles up my nose. “I feel as

and stands before me, hands resting on my waist, face tilted down to mine. “I wanted us to have a beautiful honeymoon. And I want us to have a beautiful

wickedly.

like kid working my way through a candy jar. Each sweetie

Have a bath? Take a walk?” He is being polite, but there is a speculative

might find some other things to do? And besides, I want to

lifts again and his mouth twitches as his

He’s not been fooled for a minute. “Why don’t you

up and down, a glint of humour crinkling his eyes, then, standing back, arms

is an instruction, and I always obey

slip to one side, revealing what I am wearing beneath. As the blouse opens, displaying black leather and lace, chrome fittings and buckles, my Master’s head tilts to one side, eyes widening and I see the fit of his jeans