Chapter 23: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Twenty-Three


    … My Master is not exactly smiling, but his teeth show a little, white against his tan as I see his


    breathing deepening. “I don’t think we need those, do we?” he says, and one-handed, he teases apart


    the sideces of the panties, discarding them.


    “Uce the top of your bodice. I want to see your breasts.”


    Slowly, I pull theces of the bodice open, allowing my heavy breasts to swing free from their


    confinement.


    “Now, closer. Then start fucking yourself again.”


    I stand close to him, as he leans farther back into the settee and says, “Closer. I want to see


    everything.”


    I try to move closer, but cannot as my knees chafe against the couch.


    “Closer,” he says. “Kneel up. Straddle me.”


    Kneeling up, my legs parted astride my Master, he supports me with his hands on my hips, steadying


    me. “Now,” hemands. “y with yourself. I want to see you dripping.”


    This will not be difficult. The act of opening myself, so close to my Master’s face that I can feel the heat


    of his breath on my loins, is already arousing me and my pussy is moistly warm.


    Slipping fingers between my legs, I start to y with my clit, pulling the hood back with one hand and


    rubbing it with the other. Working at my nub, it grows hard under my fingers. A couple of fingers in my


    pussy for a moment give me a little juice to lubricate myself, making my clit more slippery and easier to


    work.


    “Put your hands on my shoulders. Support yourself,” my Master demands.


    Taking one hand from my hips, he parts my lips, leaning in close to suckle at me. His tonguepping at


    my bud is electric, and I moan, struggling to remain still in my awkward position bnced over him.


    “I did not give you permission to move,” he says, withdrawing from me for a moment then returning to


    his work, nibbling at me, chewing lightly at mybia, and working my clit with his tongue.


    My breath is shuddering now, and my bnce is precarious.


    “Take your hands from my shoulders. Support yourself against the back of the couch.”


    My Master slides down now directly under me, my pussy open for his inspection. Looking up, he


    peruses my folds like a gourmet, tasting and licking, flicking at my clit with his tongue, working circles


    around it, and nibbling with his teeth.


    I am very wet now, my breath ragged and broken. Pussy juices trickle and my Master licks them away.


    He tongues my entrance, probing, first lightly, and then more deeply. His face presses close to me,


    drinking my depths as I judder and squirm, fighting the impulse to buck my hips. With my face flushing,


    sweat trickles down between my breasts.


    Through my growing euphoria, I hear something—a buzz. A vibe? Where did he get it from? His


    pocket? I have no time to wonder as, abruptly, my Master pins me by one thigh, arm wrapped tightly


    around my leg. In the same moment, he applies the vibe to my clit, sending waves of electric


    stimtion shooting through me. I squeal in shock, convulsing reflexively as he circles my clit with the


    vibe, first probing into the root, then skimming the tip, now sensitized and swollen. Juices gush from my


    throbbing cunt, and an unbearable tension builds in waves, as my Master works mercilessly at my


    tender button.


    My orgasm rises quickly, engulfing me in spasm after spasm of pleasure. At some level I am aware that


    my Master is no longer working my clit, but has buried himself in my pussy, drinking from me as I cum,


    his mouth locked over me, his tongue prating, prolonging my climax as I shudder and scream.


    Barely does my orgasm subside when he pushes me away and down onto the floor. Standing, he


    towers over me, stripping off his shirt and pants. As they drop in a heap beside me, he says, “On your


    hands and knees, Elizabeth. Ass up. I want to see you.”


    Submissively, I obey, dropping down to rest on my elbows, my head well down so that my naked


    buttocks are presented for my Master.


    “Good girl. Now stay there.” He strides to his briefcase and extracts a red and ck leather paddle. I


    recognise it; I bought it for him as a birthday present.


    He walks around me, stroking me with the paddle, skimming my hair with it, sliding it over my spine.


    Lightly, he taps a bare buttock with it and I quiver in anticipation.


    “You like that, eh?” He taps the other buttock, harder this time, making me yelp. “Be quiet,” he


    commands. “Tonight, I think I’m going to test your limits a little. You remember your safe word?”


    “Yes, Master. Redhead.”


    “Good. Let’s see how far you want to ride …”


    A tingle runs down my spine. I have barelye down from the waves of one orgasm, but already I


    feel my body’s response to my Master. Biting my lip, nheless, my pussy juices flow, trickling down


    my thighs.


    “I can see that, Elizabeth. I know you’re enjoying this. Now … a question for you. I can either fuck you


    from behind or face-fuck you. Which is it to be?”


    “I don’t mind, Master. You choose.”


    With a thwack! that makes me gasp, the paddle ps across my rear. “Wrong answer, Elizabeth. Now,


    do I shove my cock up your cunt or do I push it down your throat?”


    My ass is smarting. “My mouth, Master. My mouth.”


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    Thwack! The paddlends again, but this time harder and I yelp.


    “Your mouth? What about your mouth?”


    “Shove your cock in my mouth, Master. Face-fuck me.”


    The paddle drops to the ground beside me, and this time instead, I feel my Master’s hand p across


    my butt, hard this time, really hard. I yell in pain, but my Master is not fooled because my throbbing


    pussy gushes.


    “I still think you’re enjoying this, Elizabeth.” His hand rams hard inside me, three fingers pumping in and


    out. “Ask nicely. If you want me to face-fuck you, ask nicely and tell me what you want me to do.”


    “Please, Master. Let me suck you off. Let me make you cum.”


    “And then?” Thwack! The hand ps this time, not my buttocks, but my aching and streaming cunt.


    This time it really hurts, and I almost rise, jolted off my elbows by the pain. But as I start to rise, my


    Master grabs me by the hair, pinning my head low again. “Did I tell you to move?”


    Gasping, I say, “No, Master.”


    With his hand pressing my head to the carpet, my Master kneels between my syed legs, forcing my


    knees a little farther apart with his and opening my pussy wider with his fingers. His erection presses


    against my smarting lips, then thrusts inwards.


    I am slick and slippery. There is no resistance as he pumps into me, hard, meeting my inner walls.


    Although my elbows are still on the ground and my back arched to present my open pussy, he pulls my


    head back and up by my long red hair, making it difficult to breathe as I gasp and pant.


    “Be quiet!” And still pumping me, he ps my butt in time with his rhythm, first one side, then the other.


    I am close to as much as I can stand. “Redhead!” I yell. “Redhead! Please, Master. No more.”


    Instantly he withdraws from me and stands. “On your knees, Elizabeth.” And as I kneel up to him, he


    forces his finger between my lips. “Open!” hemands.


    His cock is hugely erect and dripping with my juices as he presses into my mouth. As I wrap my lips


    and tongue around him, I know that it will not be long. Already I taste the honey salt of his pre-cum, and


    as I steady myself with one hand on his thigh, I feel the tension and the quiver of his build-up to climax.


    I bind my lips tightly around my Master’s shaft, feeling the strain and the pulse of his pre-climax


    building at the base as I massage his balls with my free hand. Slipping my tongue around the head and


    into the sensitive slit, I gag as suddenly, he thrusts deep, pinning me by my hair as he shudders and


    groans into climax, spurting into me.


    I cough and splutter as his cum fills my mouth, catching me at the back of my throat. Deep in orgasm


    though he is, my Master feels that I am choking and pulls free, shooting instead over my face and into


    my hair.


    As his climax ebbs, I look up at my Master and see him with his eyes tightly shut, his face still locked in


    a grimace.


    Rxing, he opens his eyes, looking down at my cum-spattered face. “You’re beautiful, Elizabeth,” he


    says. Then wiping his cum from my face, he adds, “A little dishevelled, but beautiful.”


    He offers me a hand, helping me stand. I stagger, my sore bottom making me a little stiff.


    “Are you all right, Elizabeth?”


    “Yes, Master, I’m fine, really.” In fact, I am better than fine. I feel wonderful.


    I am not going to spoil the moment. I will tell my Master about Mack Kane


    tomorrow.