Bought By The Billionaire

… I pour icy champagne down the length of my Master’s back. He yelps, standing suddenly, bolt upright. I collapse into a fit of giggles, making no resistance as my Master grabs me and spins me, bending me over the back of a chair, pulling my ass up and out. Looking backward through a waterfall of my own long red hair, I catch a glimpse of his expression; laughing/stern. He tries to maintain his poise and authority, but is having difficulty.

His hand sweeps down on my derriere, slapping hard against one cheek, making me gasp and jump. But my pussy flutters a welcome.

“That, Elizabeth,” he says “Was very naughty. I am going to have to change my plans on what I had in mind for you today.”

“I’m sorry Master.” I splutter to stop myself from laughing. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Slap! The hand comes down on the other cheek, stinging. “I’m not going to stop this now,” he continues, “Until your rear end matches your hair.”

Since my hair is brilliantly red, my butt is in for some hard attention. At the thought, my clit begins to pulse. How far will my Master take this?

Slap! This time, the slap is followed by my Master repositioning me, forcing my ankles further apart with his shoe, bending me further forward and pulling open my butt cheeks to fully expose my pink and swelling, pussy and clit.

Dropping to his knees behind me, my Master stretches me open with his fingers, licking out the inside of my pussy, sucking up my flowing juices. I moan ecstatically as my inner muscle quiver and jump.

Then he stands and slaps again, first one, already glowing, cheek, then the other.

Twice more, he spanks, moving his hand to different areas of skin. Then he drops again, this time lapping his tongue over my twitching clit. He whirls his tongue in circles, winding the swollen nub in spirals that, with each circuit, send electricity sparking through my core.

Then again, he stands and slaps.

He develops a kind of rhythm, standing and kneeling, spanking and sucking, slapping and licking. Again, and again he repeats this. My abused ass is glowing, my honeyed clit rhapsodic.

I am incandescent, afire, wailing my mounting arousal and my Master works his magic on me.

Abruptly, he breaks his rhythm.

Standing again, instead of spanking me, he unzips, pulling out his long, thick cock, and plunges deep inside my slick passage, ramming home. His arms encircling me, he reaches for my clit and, over my screeches, starts tweaking and kneading, flicking and rotating, all the while pumping me from behind.

up inside me, winging its way through clit and cunt and heart. With a yell of triumph, I squirm and writhe in my Master’s firm grasp as he continues slamming my molten cunt. Seconds later, I feel and hear his climax also. He drives home into me, balls bouncing against me and hips

standing up straight, and slaps me on the ass one last time. “Not bad for a first shot, eh Elizabeth? The first of many I think, over the

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the figure standing next to me, then start in surprise. It

were a butler too. I thought you were just

Then he leans in close to me for a moment, speaking quietly. “About earlier Beth. Sorry if I

I have been solid friends for some while, and he knows me

do not believe he can have heard what was said, but I think he gathers the gist well enough. He smiles, a glint of humour in his eyes, and turns his

my job, Mr

Ross. You serve the meal and then take the rest of the evening off. I

acknowledgement, clearly ‘taking

skilfully presented, the portions are just enough to feel satisfied, without being bloated. Although the dining table is huge - it would easily seat twenty - my Master and I sit together at

‘wedding present’.” he smiles. “I’ll enjoy it more as we make use of

he continues, “I have a wedding present for you

“Oooh. What is it?”

it and look at it a bit blankly. I’d been expecting jewellery perhaps, or perfume.

it.” he says,

top few

on. It is the ownership document for some property or

I look to my Master. “What

title deeds for

jaw actually drops. The house must be worth…… millions. Speechless, I just stare

before Elizabeth, I am older than you. Quite a lot older. I want you to be secure. It was difficult before, to gift you property. There are all sorts of complications with tax and so forth. But now that we are married….”

But, I thought, well, I just

in a ‘Well don’t