Chapter 21: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Twenty-One
My Master stands again and, holding the flogger by the cords, pushes the handle up inside me. “My
juicy Elizabeth… Who would have thought you could be such a glutton for punishment?” Once more
supporting me by the waist, he pumps inside me with the flogger handle, hard and rough, but it is slick
with my surging juices and slides easily in and out.
Half delirious in tormented bliss, I squall and scream as I writhe in my Master’s grasp, the handle
pounding inside me all the while. It is too much, too much and I can take no more.
“Redhead!” I yell. “Redhead. Redhead.”
He stops instantly, withdrawing the handle. Unmping my nipples, he reaches up to uncuff my hands.
My weight released, I stagger against the spreader bar hobbling my ankles, but he catches me and
lifting me bodily, dumps me roughly on the bed.
With barely a pause in his stride, he grabs first one hand, fettering the wrist to the cuffs attached to the
bed head, then the other, stretching my arms wide. Quickly he removes the spreader bar, shoves a
pillow under my hips, and strips off his jeans.
Naked, his erection pulses huge, red and throbbing, erect against his taut stomach. “’Redhead,’ he
says, “only counts for whips and ils. Now I’m going to finish you off properly. You’re going to be
fucked so hard it pins your brains to the wall.”
Still quivering from the effect of the il, inside and out, I lie bonelessly as he raises me by the hips,
lifting my legs and rolling me back on myself, feet skywards. Spreading me wide at the knees, he gives
himself a close-in view of my buttocks and my red and engorged pussy.
Grabbing me by the hair, he tugs my face forward. “Now watch,” he says roughly. “That’s it, eyes wide
open. You want to be fucked? Let’s see.” And again he plunges the handle of the il inside me, all the
while pulling my face forward by my hair so that I can watch the red and ck leather relentlessly
pumping in and out of my cunt. Gasping and moaning in time with the movement, I am helpless with
pent-up lust and the desire to cum.
From his briefcase my Master produces an egg, which he switches to full power; then parting my lips
wide, pushes it home inside me with two fingers. As the vibe pulses its erotic beat through my core, I
buck helplessly against it, but he ps my butt hard. “None of that,” he says. “You’re staying exactly
where you are.”
Again from the briefcase he extracts two soft silk cords. Tying them first around my knees, then around
the post of the headboard, he has me trussed tight and unable to move.
I am lying on my back, half curled around on myself, my legs rolled up and open, my knees and cunt
syed. Inside me, the egg continues its relentless work on my inner muscles. I am shaking so hard I
can barely breathe, but now, having me tied helpless, my Master pauses again, slowing his pace.
“I hope these walls are soundproof,” he says. “because now, I’m really going to make you scream. I
wanted you good and sensitive before giving you permission to cum, and perhaps then I won’t stop as
quickly as I might.”
He looks down at my sex, red, swollen and dripping for him. Sliding a finger briefly inside, he withdraws
it, wet and glistening, and deliberately as I watch, sucks it dry. “Lovely. Juicy as a ripe peach.”
Leaning forward, he teases my distended clit with a finger, flicking, circling and pinching. In rapture, I
strain and moan, my moan turning to a howl as he settles his mouth around me, working me with his
tongue. Orgasm builds fast inside me. My breathing is so fast I feel I might ck out. My heart pounds,
and I writhe uselessly against the bonds at wrist and knee. The egg inside, and the thrill of my Master’s
tongue outside, merge into one huge, extended sensation. When he ps me, I hear the sound, but
the feeling is one with the sexual overload I am experiencing. Finally, my Master’s tongue moves into
my pussy, probing within, then licking full length through my slit, and over my clit, again and again.
Explosively, I climax and, at some level, I know I am screaming ecstatically. Everything else stops as
my world bes the massive, brain-bending orgasm that is taking me. My Master is merciless,
steadily working me with his tongue, teeth and lips, pulling me into him. Through my rapturous haze, I
hear and feel his growling as he consumes me.
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Finally, after an eternal moment, I can bear no more. “Redhead! Redhead!”
My Master does not immediately stop, instead drawing me out for another unbearable instant, before
withdrawing and allowing me to copse back, spent.
However, he has not finished. Unbelting and dropping his jeans, he kicks them to one side, his cock
huge, already glistening at the tip. Kneeling between my legs, but still towering over me, he plunges
inside, working to his own climax. His hips pound and twist, driving his shaft inside me.
This is not for me, but for him and I see his eyes tight shut, his face contorted almost into a grimace as
he hammers his rhythm inside me. His breath isboured and sweat pours down his chest, increasing
his already heady male perfume.
Unbidden and unexpected, my barely subsided orgasm rises again, my body weing that of my
Master within. My hips start to move to his tempo and I see his eyes open in surprise, meeting mine, as
he realises what is happening. The grimace transforms into a smile like sunshine, before vanishing into
the surge as orgasm takes him. My climax peaks with his, and I scream again in tune with his groans
as he convulses and spasms, shooting his load into me.
Finally, he copses on top of me, panting, falling between my still syed knees onto my belly and
breasts, his head resting against mine. He pants the words. “Ye gods. What a ride!”
I can think of nothing to say, and do less, still trussed as I am, so I just nod against his face, breathing
heavily.
He raises himself, taking his weight on his arms, then leans forward to kiss me, not passionately now,
but softly, barely brushing my lips with his, caressing my face with his hands. A smile curves his mouth.
“I’d better get you out of there, hadn’t I.”
Releasing me from the ropes and unshackling me from the cuffs, he says, “Let’s enjoy the rest of it
now. Champagne, smoked salmon and strawberries was it?”
“Yes, Master.”
Lying together on the bed, we nibble the sandwiches and clink sses. “Master,” I say, thinking of the
crop and paddle. “We didn’t use all of your presents.”
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of opportunities for the rest. And Elizabeth….” he kisses me softly, lips
brushing mine. “…. Thank you.”
“You’re wee. Happy Birthday, Master.”
*****
The following day, while walking home from the office, I decide to do a little window-shopping; I still
need a few things to furnish my apartment. I am staring through the shop window of one of the plusher
furniture stores when, in the reflection, I see behind me a figure I recognise—Mack Kane, ex-head of
the procurement department. He is ring at me from across the street. I always found him
unappealing, something about him making my skin crawl, but now he looks positively toxic.
As I spin to face him, he turns his back, walking quickly from view around a corner. A shudder runs
through me. Is it a coincidence? Or am I being followed by this man who lost his highly paid job as a
result of my discovery of his theft from thepany?
Perhaps my imagination is running riot. Nheless, I go inside the store to lose myself in the crowds.
I exit a few minutester through a different door. If Mack is following me, I do not want him to know
where I live. Should I mention this to Richard?
No, I decide, not without being a bit more certain of what is happening. For now, I will simply be alert. If
Mack is following me, I will soon find out.
Over the next few days, I do not see him again and I conclude that I have an over-vivid imagination. No
doubt he just happened to be in that street. Putting it from my mind, I focus on my work, my training,
and my wonderful Master.
Francis buzzes me. “Hi, Beth. Can youe up, please? Mr Haswell would like a word.”
“I’m on my way”.