Chapter 16: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Sixteen
Ross drops Richard back at the office, then helps me pack my small number of possessions into the
car—a few clothes and personal items, my steam-drivenptop, and my books. None of the furniture is
mine, and I wouldn’t want it in my lovely new apartment anyway. When we return to the apartment
block, with Ross staggering slightly under the weight of a cardboard box full of books, the concierge
gives me a key. I notice that he is wearing a fresh shirt and is now sitting upright and alert at his desk.
“You’ve given me the wrong one,” I say. “This is for 127A. Mine is 47A.”
“That’s the one Mr Haswell said I was to give you.”
“Oh. Right.” Puzzled, I take the lift to the twelfth floor, Ross following me.
The twelfth-floor apartment is amazing. High above the city, the gorgeous park view is below, but now
the view opens far over buildings old and new, across the river, and out to the hills beyond. There are
three bedrooms, a huge lounge and dining area overlooking those stunning vistas in three directions,
and a bathroom to die for with all polished ss and chrome fittings as well as a Jacuzzi.
I am torn between a broad grin and embarrassment.
“Where do you want this?” asks Ross, still weighed down under his load.
“Umm … I’m not sure. Anywhere, Ross. Just put it down.” I don’t know quite what to do next. “I can’t
stay here. I can’t possibly afford it.”
Ross looks at me with a slightly pitying expression. “You’re working for Mr Haswell?”
“Er, yes …”
“So, he pays your wages? He knows how much you earn?”
“Yes.”
“And he’s yourndlord, so he sets the rent …”
“Err ... yes ...”
“And he told the concierge to give you this key?”
“Yes.”
“So this is the apartment you’re getting. And you can afford it. Now, where do you want this stuff?”
He’s right, of course. What else can I say? I look around my new glorious apartment. Where to put
things?
“Just put them down anywhere, Ross.” I need to decide how toy things out, and it’s not as though
there is any furniture yet.
I spend the rest of the day arranging my things as best I can with no furniture. I am just deciding that I
should go out to shop for a bed, a table and chairs, and some other essentials when the door inte
buzzes. “Yes?”
“Hello, Elizabeth. It’s me, Richard.”
He’s here! “Oh,e on up. It’s wonderful in here!”
A couple of minutester, my Master enters then drops thetch on the apartment door. “I don’t want to
be interrupted right now.” He smiles.
I start to speak. “I want to say thank you—”
He puts a finger to my lips. “You’re wee. But you can show me your thankfulness in a better
fashion. Now where …?” He nces around the lounge and then walks to the kitchen counter. “Come
here, Elizabeth.”
I stand obediently before him as he tilts up my chin to kiss me on the mouth, then he gradually pushes
me backwards towards the counter.
“Take your skirt and panties off.”
Simply hearing him say those words excites me, and I feel that inner warmth rising again. I unzip my
skirt, letting it slide down to my feet before stepping out of it and kicking it to one side. I then slip down
my already noticeably damp panties. Pretty and ck though they are, they are not needed. My
stockings are enough.
As I stand up straight again, my Master is unbuttoning my blouse, sliding his hands inside, and then
slipping it off my shoulders to also drop, discarded, to the floor. Next, he unhooks my bra, leaving me in
only my ck stockings.
For a moment he stands back, just looking at me, then he unclips my hair and pulls it tumbling down
over my shoulders, a tumbling red torrent to match the fox at my loins.
“Undress me, Elizabeth.”
I slip each shirt button slowly free, and then his cuffs, kissing the taut t muscles of his abdomen as I
do so. His bronzed skin contrasts sharply against the white linen of his shirt before it too falls to the
floor. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping him, I am growing steadily wetter as I feel his already bulging
erection. As I slide down his clothes, his hands push me down from the shoulders into a kneeling
position, then, gripping my hair, he pulls my face towards him, as his other hand guides his penis into
my mouth.
I lick off the twinkling droplet from the tip, loving the salty, sweet taste of his pre-cum. As my tongue
and lips wrap around the head, his shaft twitches under me, and I revel in the odd feeling of power it
gives me to obey this man, my Master, to do his bidding in everything.
With my mouth filled, I nce upwards to see him standing straight, head up and back, hands sped
behind his head. “Pay attention to what you are doing, Elizabeth,” he says, andpliantly, I suck and
lick his cock, feeling it pulse as I trail the tip of my tongue around the rim of the head, first flicking
quickly, then making long sweeping strokes of my tongue, from the base of his shaft, full-length to the
crown, savouring his trickling juices as his lust rises.
I hear him take a gasp above me. “You’re so good at that, Elizabeth, but in a minute, you are going to
stand, and I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
At his words, I flood and gasp, feeling wet heat dribble down inside my thighs. He chuckles as he hears
me. “You like that idea then?” Suddenly he bends, grasping me by the waist and lifts me, depositing my
naked ass on the kitchen counter. “Spread ‘em,” he says, forcing my knees apart as he does so, and
making me lean back to support myself. “Lie down,” he says, pushing me, t-handed, back down onto
the marble surface, then pulling me forward at the hips until his cock kisses into my pussy.
He thrusts for a moment, then stops. “Not wet enough yet, I think.”
I am not sure what he means by this, as it seems to me that I am already swollen and slippery for him,
but he drops down and nts his mouth squarely over my pussy, thrusting in with his tongue, twisting
and probing, drinking my juices. Involuntarily, I heave and gulp, arching my back to raise my hips to
him, locking my ankles behind his head to open myself fully to my Master.
“Lie still,” he says. “I have not given you permission to move.”
I try to obey, but as his lips purse over my clit, I cannot help myself; I groan and writhe at the exquisite
fire stabbing up through my core. My Master’s teeth nibble gently at my bud, then his tongue circles it,
flicking and manipting it until my pussy juices gush over his face. He licks deep, over my pussy lips,
trailing through my cunt, lingering deliciously as he drinks from me.
“Wet enough now, I think,” he says as he rises to his feet.
Standing, my Master’s erection is huge. He probes with the tip at my entrance, once, twice, thrice, as
my pussy twitches and jumps in response, then thrusts hard, headlong deep inside me, stopping only
as he strikes my inner walls. I scream in response, my cunt throbbing to his rhythm as I try to tighten
my pussy and belly muscles around him. I can barely think as he plunges into me, again and again, but
I know that I want him there and that I want him to take the greatest pleasure in me.
He pounds away inside me, no gentleness, and demanding a response. Lying t-backed on the stone
surface, there is little I can do beyond scream, it rises unbidden from my depths, a deep, primal reply to
the earthquake of the flesh I am experiencing at my Master’s bidding. My hips try to gyrate in time to
his thrusting, but with no give to the stone surface, I cannot really move at all, only quiver below him as
he plunges inside me, again and again, harder and harder.
I feel the stone b slick under me, and I begin to slide over the smooth surface. My Master seizes me
at the hips, holding me steady, as he continues his pounding inside me, balls-deep and then out
completely to his full length, in and then out again. Breathing is difficult as I pant uncontrobly
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