Bought By The Billionaire novel Chapter 23

… 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 side laces of the panties, discarding them.

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

Slowly, I pull the laces 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,” he commands. “Play 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 play 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 tongue lapping at my bud is electric, and I moan, struggling to remain still in my awkward position balanced 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 my labia, and working my clit with his tongue.

My breath is shuddering now, and my balance 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 stimulation 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 penetrating, 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 black 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 …”