Bought By The Billionaire

I know my Master will fuck me soon, but he likes me to be ready for him. He wants me dripping, begging for his cock inside me. Until then, he will play his games, make me wait.

He unbuttons his shirt, stripping it off and revealing his well-muscled body. Broad shouldered and tight waisted, skin gleaming gold in the candle-light, he is such a handsome man; my wonderful Master. Almost from the moment we first met, I wanted him. I want him now, inside me.

He steps back and for the first time, really swings the flogger. His aim is perfect. With a snap, the lashes sting past the very tips of my right nipple, biting in as they hum past. I scream and my engorged cunt gushes, hot juices trickling down between my legs. The pain is fleeting; barely there before it is gone again, but my Master repeats the move on my other breast and, as I cry out, I writhe in my bonds, trying to escape (embrace) this pain (pleasure).

My Master stalks around me, now lashing behind me. The tails of the flogger lick across my buttocks and the back of my thighs. Each stroke is a little harder than the last, the bite a little deeper, the pain a little more intense. I know that my Master will continue to build the pain until I shout my safety word.

He continues to lash. Before me again, the flail swipes squarely across my breasts, drawing red weals across my celtic-white skin.

“Not enough yet Elizabeth?” he asks. “You know you have to ask.”

He lashes again, aiming this time at the tender skin inside my thighs. “Until you ask me, I won’t stop to let you suck my cock.” Through a haze of ecstatic arousal, I see the size of the bulge in the front of his jeans. When he finally fucks me, I’m going to have my brains pinned to the wall.

Another lash. This time, the leather tips kiss up between my legs, brushing against my pulsing clitoris. I scream and my knees give, dropping my full weight onto my wrists.

My Master seizes me by the waist, propping me up onto my hobbled feet again. “Enough Elizabeth?”

The words trickle from me. “Yes, Master.” My safe word. “Redhead, Master.”

He still supports me, one strong arm taking my weight. “So, what now Elizabeth?”

I have trouble speaking. “I want to….” I correct myself. This is my Master. “May I suck you off Master?”

“You may. But because you allowed this to continue longer than it should, I am not going to completely release you.”

Still supporting me, he reaches up, unclipping first one wrist, then the other. However, he does not release me. Chaining my two wrists together, leaving the ankle bar in place, he lowers me to my knees. I sag down, exhausted and trembling with over-arousal.

“Kneel up.” he orders.

When I am upright to his satisfaction,

welcome it. He seizes me by the back of the

he orders, pushing between my

I am simply a receptacle for him.

lips, each thrust a little deeper towards my throat. The scent of his musk is delectable. The pulse-beat throb of my Master’s wonderful cock vibrates through my

hair says softly “Do you want me to fuck

but I try. A gurgled splutter

think that was a ‘Yes’ Elizabeth?’ He withdraws from my mouth, leaving me slavering, and

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes what?”

Master. Please will you

How

you to fuck me hard. But please, can you

a few moments. “Good girl. I’ll unshackle you now. Then

cuffs at wrist and ankle, and I crawl, stiff muscled towards the bed. My Master sees my difficulties, and scooping me up in his arms,

let things go

As I lie back on soft, warm blankets, the weals on my buttocks sting. But I don’t care. The pain sets me a-fire. Tomorrow I may pay for this, but right now, I want my Master inside me. I arch my back, raising my hips, offering him my volcanically

me, he kneels

welcomes him as he sucks at my lips, lapping at me, swirling his

he gently works my g-spot, whilst his tongue and

to orgasm. Already brinking, my Master’s rhythmic attentions to my clit, tip me over the edge to release. The heat of his mouth, consuming me, swells and blooms, shattering through my core, and crashing on outwards. My pulse racing, I feel the pounding of

becomes too

yell.