Chapter 29: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Twenty-Nine
I spend the rest of the week in a dreamy haze. After a couple of days in bed, I feel fine and am bored
rigid. Against my Master’s protests, I return to work.
But I am thinking hard.
I know my Master loves me. I can see it in his face, and he is showing it by his actions if not his words.
I continue my work with the Thornton deal, familiarizing myself with as much of it as I can. Jaye and
Alex Thornton both seem to like me, and my Master, ‘Richard’ at these meetings, always brings me
along, saying that my presence makes the negotiations go more smoothly.
My sun is shining, and my skies are blue.
Turning the key in the lock, I click open the door to my Master’s apartment and walk in, calling as I
enter. “Hi, it’s only me….” Then I freeze at the tableau I see before me.
My Master is there, in the lounge and Adele, his ‘ex’, is with him. She is wearing a very short scarlet
dress with deeply plunging neckline. Her long dark hair is swinging loosely around her and she is
pressed up close to my Master, arms around his neck, kissing him.
As I stand there, gaping, she turns her face to me, almost sneering, a sneer that turns to triumph as
she sees me.
My Master calls out. “Elizabeth….” but I turn and run, sick to the pit of my stomach, trying to keep back
the tears until I can cry in private. Taking the lift down to the lobby, I keep my face down as I make for
the door. The phone rings in my pocket, but I ignore it.
A minuteter there is the bing of a text arriving, and then another. I ignore both, instead hailing a taxi
to take me to my own apartment.
mming the door closed behind me, I finally allow myself to copse into tears, letting the sobs rack
me as I grieve. How could he have done that to me? I trusted him. He even encouraged me to live with
him. And then to have her there….
My phone rings again. Checking the screen, it is Richard calling me, and this time I decide to answer.
“Elizabeth. We have to talk. That wasn’t what….”
I decide that I don’t want to hear it, and I hang up.
Miserably, I wonder what to do with myself and settle for pouring myself a drink, arge drink. It will
make me tipsy, but that’s probably not a bad idea right now. I gulp it down, pour myself another and
then, cradling the ss, I stand by the window, staring out over the cityscape far below, feeling
wretched. The tears have stopped flowing and for some time I stand there; just stand.
The inte buzzes. “Elizabeth. It’s Richard. Let me in.”
I do not answer. I don’t want to talk to him.
“Elizabeth. Open this door. We need to talk.”
I don’t reply.
“Elizabeth. I know you’re in there. The concierge told me you are here. Now let me in.”
Still, I say nothing.
For a moment there is silence and then, with a crash, the door bursts open as my Master kicks it in.
Startled, I jump backwards, pressing myself against the wall. He strides into the room, looking
volcanically angry.
I wave a finger at the door, lock broken and wood splintered. “The door….”
“I own this building. It’s my fucking door. I’ll rece it.” he snarls. Striding over, he jabs a finger towards
me. “I know you’re upset, Elizabeth, but there are some things you don’t do, and one of them is to hang
up on me.”
He snatches the ss from my hand and puts it on the coffee table. Seizing me by the shoulders, he
pushes me against the wall. Never have I seen him like this before. This is a side of my Master I did not
even suspect existed. Still holding me by the shoulders, he shakes me.
“Don’t you ever do that again! If you have something to say, then say it. But do not put the phone down
on me. Do we understand each other?”
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He continues. “I’m sorry you saw what you did, but I told you weeks ago that Adele is out of my life….”
“You were kissing her……”
“No. She was kissing me. There’s a difference. And if you had stayed another ten seconds, you would
have seen me push her off, and order her out of my apartment.”
Dumbly, I nod. And bizarrely, I realise that, apart from owing an apology to my Master for my bad
manners, I am not frightened of him, even in this mood. Although my breathing is rapid, it is not from
fear. As he pushes me against the wall, my panties are getting wet.
“Do you have anything more that you would like to ask?” he says. “Or can I take it that you’re going to
behave like a normal human being now?” Then he pauses, looks at me closely, tilting his head, and
chuckles. “I don’t believe it! You’re getting off on this aren’t you?”
I nod, looking down, embarrassed, but he lifts up my chin with a finger. “I thought I’d scared you for a
minute there, but you’re panting, and you’ve got eyes like saucers. Well, you don’t get away with it that
easily, Madam.”
He releases my shoulders but instead curls the fingers of both hands into the buttons of my blouse and
tugs it open. Buttons pop in all directions and fabric rips as he pulls the remains of the garment off me.
I start to protest. “My clothes….”
He interrupts. “Fuck the clothes. It’s one of the perks of being rich, Elizabeth. I can easily pay for more.”
And with that he unzips my skirt, ripping it open the rest of the way, dropping what’s left to the floor to
join the shredded remains of my blouse, leaving me only in ckce bra and panties.
I gasp, and my pussy is flooding.
With one hand he pulls at the front of my bra, and the fastenings simply pop open under this
mistreatment. My breasts swing free as he rips it from me, and his free hand grabs a nipple, pinching
hard. I yelp, but he continues, looking me in the eye. “Girls with bad manners get punished for it.
Now….” He pauses reflectively, looking down at my panties and hooking them around the top with a
finger. “Do we think these are needed now?” He slips a finger into my crotch, feeling at the fabric.
“Nope. Useless. As I suspected. Sopping wet. So they can go.” And he tears the fragile fabric, ripping
the panties off me.
“Now, Madam. Down you go. No, not onto your knees. I want your butt up where I can get at it.” He
pushes me down, bending over double, hands on the floor to support myself, almost touching my toes.
“You can spread those too.” He pushes my ankles apart with his feet.
“Now…” and he ps a butt-cheek hard with one hand. “Repeat after me. ‘I will not be rude to my
Master.’”
I giggle. “I will not be rude to my Master.”
He ps again, the other cheek. It stings and I yelp.
He continues. “My Master does not lie to me.”
I sober up at this, at what he is telling me. “My Master does not lie to me.”
p. My pussy is streaming, and hot liquid runs down inside my thighs.
“My Master will punish me if I am rude to him.” p.
“My Master will punish me if I am rude to him.”
p. This time, the p is not on the cheeks of my butt, but on my engorging pussy and I squeal. My
Master takes no notice. “My Master is going to fuck my brains out as a punishment.”
I start to wriggle, trying both escape from and embrace the sting of my butt cheeks and the hot glow in
my pussy. “My Master is going to fuck my brains out as a punishment.”
p. “I am still being bad by being so wet, that my Master’s cock is going to float inside me…”
I try to repeat, but am ovee with a fit of giggles and my arms give way at the elbow.
p. “Did I say you could move?”
“I’m sorry Master. I can’t keep my bnce.” p.
“You may support yourself on the coffee table.”
Obediently I move to ce my hands on the coffee table, supporting myself more firmly as my Master
seizes me by the hips, and arranges my ass and my dripping cunt to his satisfaction.
p.
It really smarts now. The ps are hard, and getting harder, but my pussy lips are hot and engorged,
juices dripping freely.
Abruptly, he reaches around in front of me, pinching my clit between two fingers. It is too much and I
start to yell….
At that moment, the inte buzzes. “Hey, Beth. You okay up there? A neighbour said there was
some noise.” My Master falls still and silent…