Chapter 39: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Thirty-Nine
… I pour icy champagne down the length of my Master’s back. He yelps, standing suddenly, bolt
upright. I copse into a fit of giggles, making no resistance as my Master grabs me and spins me,
bending me over the back of a chair, pulling my ass up and out. Looking backward through a waterfall
of my own long red hair, I catch a glimpse of his expression;ughing/stern. He tries to maintain his
poise and authority, but is having difficulty.
His hand sweeps down on my derriere, pping hard against one cheek, making me gasp and jump.
But my pussy flutters a wee.
“That, Elizabeth,” he says “Was very naughty. I am going to have to change my ns on what I had in
mind for you today.”
“I’m sorry Master.” I splutter to stop myself fromughing. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
p! The handes down on the other cheek, stinging. “I’m not going to stop this now,” he
continues, “Until your rear end matches your hair.”
Since my hair is brilliantly red, my butt is in for some hard attention. At the thought, my clit begins to
pulse. How far will my Master take this?
p! This time, the p is followed by my Master repositioning me, forcing my ankles further apart with
his shoe, bending me further forward and pulling open my butt cheeks to fully expose my pink and
swelling, pussy and clit.
Dropping to his knees behind me, my Master stretches me open with his fingers, licking out the inside
of my pussy, sucking up my flowing juices. I moan ecstatically as my inner muscle quiver and jump.
Then he stands and ps again, first one, already glowing, cheek, then the other.
Twice more, he spanks, moving his hand to different areas of skin. Then he drops again, this time
lapping his tongue over my twitching clit. He whirls his tongue in circles, winding the swollen nub in
spirals that, with each circuit, send electricity sparking through my core.
Then again, he stands and ps.
He develops a kind of rhythm, standing and kneeling, spanking and sucking, pping and licking.
Again, and again he repeats this. My abused ass is glowing, my honeyed clit rhapsodic.
I am incandescent, afire, wailing my mounting arousal and my Master works his magic on me.
Abruptly, he breaks his rhythm.
Standing again, instead of spanking me, he unzips, pulling out his long, thick cock, and plunges deep
inside my slick passage, ramming home. His arms encircling me, he reaches for my clit and, over my
screeches, starts tweaking and kneading, flicking and rotating, all the while pumping me from behind.
It is an irresistiblebination. Orgasm bubbles up inside me, winging its way through clit and cunt
and heart. With a yell of triumph, I squirm and writhe in my Master’s firm grasp as he continues
mming my molten cunt. Secondster, I feel and hear his climax also. He drives home into me, balls
bouncing against me and hips grinding as he shudders me full of his hot cum.
With a grunt, he pulls out, standing up straight, and ps me on the ass onest time. “Not bad for a
first shot, eh Elizabeth? The first of many I think, over the next few days.”
*****
Seating myself in the dining room, appetising smells drift through the room. “Something smells good.” I
comment to the figure standing next to me, then start in surprise. It is Ross, resplendent in a fully-
fledged butler’s uniform and holding a silver tray with soup tureen. He looks rather smart.
“Ross! I didn’t know you were a butler too. I thought you were just Richards’ driver.”
He winks sideways at me. “Don’t know all my secrets yet do you Mrs Haswell?” Then he leans in close
to me for a moment, speaking quietly. “About earlier Beth. Sorry if I caught you at an awkward moment.
But I can take a hint as well as the next man.”
I try to look demure, sophisticated, but know that I am failing. Ross and I have been solid friends for
some while, and he knows me rather well. “That’s quite alright Ross. But it is our honeymoon after all.”
Richard nces over from the other side of the table. I do not believe he can have heard what was
said, but I think he gathers the gist well enough. He smiles, a glint of humour in his eyes, and turns his
attention to removing the cork from a bottle of red.
“That’s my job, Mr Haswell.” protests Ross.
“I can handle a good bottle of wine as well as you can Ross. You serve the meal and then take the rest
of the evening off. I think you’ll find there are some very good pubs in the local vige.”
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Ross stays silent, but nods his head in acknowledgement, clearly ‘taking the hint’ for a second time.
The meal is wonderful. Beautifully cooked and skilfully presented, the portions are just enough to feel
satisfied, without being bloated. Although the dining table is huge - it would easily seat twenty - my
Master and I sit together at one end, candlelit and warmed by a glowing log fire. Contently cradling my
winess, not feeling the need to speak, I am happy simply to sit, watching my wonderful new
husband.
“Thank you for my ‘wedding present’.” he smiles. “I’ll enjoy it more as we make use of it againter.” He
winks at me, and a familiar warm rush seeps through my thighs.
“And in fact,” he continues, “I have a wedding present for you too.”
“Oooh. What is it?”
My Master pushes an envelope towards me. I take it and look at it a bit nkly. I’d been expecting
jewellery perhaps, or perfume.
“Well open it.” he says, exasperation in his voice.
Inside is a document. I read the top few lines. “Register of Title: Elizabeth Haswell née Kimberley….”
I read on. It is the ownership document for some property or other. I don’t understand what I’m looking
at.
Perplexed, I look to my Master. “What is it?”
“Those are the title deeds for this house Elizabeth.”
My jaw actually drops. The house must be worth…… millions. Speechless, I just stare at him.
He continues, “As I have said to you before Elizabeth, I am older than you. Quite a lot older. I want you
to be secure. It was difficult before, to gift you property. There are all sorts ofplications with tax and
so forth. But now that we are married….” he shrugs and smiles. “…those problems vanish.” He looks
worried for a moment. “You do like the house, don’t you?”
Spluttering out my words, “Well yes, of course I do. It’s an amazing house. But, I thought, well, I just
assumed, that you had rented it for a couple of weeks, for our honeymoon.”
He shrugs again, spreading his hands in a ‘Well don’t me me for your assumptions’ look. “Now you
know….”
There is chuckling from the far end of the room. It is Ross, trying, and failing, to keep a straight face.
His formal ‘buttling’ behaviour is gone. Instead he is almost doubled over, pointing at me andughing.
“Oh Beth. The look on your face….”
Clearly Ross was in on the joke.
“Richard. I don’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’ is inadequate.”
“And un-needed.” Replies my Master. “Thank you, for marrying me.”
He looks over his shoulder at Ross, head-pointing him to the door.
“I’ll be off then, shall I?” he says. “Good night Mr Haswell. Mrs Haswell. Have a pleasant evening. I’ll
see you in the morning when you’re ready for breakfast.”
Ross leaves, leaving my Master and I alone together.
“There’s more to the house Elizabeth. You’ve not seen it all yet.”
Mentally I trace my route through the house; upstairs, downstairs, out through the gardens…. What
have I missed?
“Really? Where?”
“I didn’t want to show you until everyone had left for the night. Come with me…… um….” He nces at
me, spectively. “Are you still wearing my ‘wedding present’?”
Oh yes.
Definitely.
Who knows when my Master might be wanting ‘marital benefits’ again?
“Yes Master. I am.”
“Good. Follow me.”