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.

hands against him. When I am upright to his satisfaction, he unbuckles his wide leather belt and steps

will have difficulty accommodating it in my mouth, but I welcome it. He seizes me by the back of the head, gripping my hair, twisting it enough for

he orders, pushing between my

I cannot truly suck off my Master like this, shackled and bound. I am simply a receptacle for him. His

sliding in and out between my 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 mouth. The silky soft skin of the head slips through and over my

the hair says softly “Do you

I try. A gurgled splutter

was a ‘Yes’ Elizabeth?’ He withdraws from my mouth, leaving me slavering, and with aching jaw. “Was that a

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes what?”

Please will you

down at me. I feel cherished. “That’s better. How do you want

Master. I like you to fuck me hard. But please, can you cum in my mouth at the end. I

my head for a few moments. “Good girl. I’ll unshackle you now. Then get onto the bed. Lie on your

muscled towards the bed. My Master sees my difficulties, and scooping me up in

let things go

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 aroused

says. And instead of mounting me, he kneels between my

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

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

tongue works me, probing and manipulating my bud in a tick-tock cadence that brooks no resistance. The slight scrape of his stubble on my swollen flesh only heightens the sensations, as I start the swift ascent to orgasm. Already brinking, my Master’s rhythmic

too much.

I yell.