Bought By The Billionaire novel Chapter 41

I know my Master will fuck me soon, but he likes me to be ready for him. He wants me dripping, begging for his cock inside me. Until then, he will play his games, make me wait.

He unbuttons his shirt, stripping it off and revealing his well-muscled body. Broad shouldered and tight waisted, skin gleaming gold in the candle-light, he is such a handsome man; my wonderful Master. Almost from the moment we first met, I wanted him. I want him now, inside me.

He steps back and for the first time, really swings the flogger. His aim is perfect. With a snap, the lashes sting past the very tips of my right nipple, biting in as they hum past. I scream and my engorged cunt gushes, hot juices trickling down between my legs. The pain is fleeting; barely there before it is gone again, but my Master repeats the move on my other breast and, as I cry out, I writhe in my bonds, trying to escape (embrace) this pain (pleasure).

My Master stalks around me, now lashing behind me. The tails of the flogger lick across my buttocks and the back of my thighs. Each stroke is a little harder than the last, the bite a little deeper, the pain a little more intense. I know that my Master will continue to build the pain until I shout my safety word.

He continues to lash. Before me again, the flail swipes squarely across my breasts, drawing red weals across my celtic-white skin.

“Not enough yet Elizabeth?” he asks. “You know you have to ask.”

He lashes again, aiming this time at the tender skin inside my thighs. “Until you ask me, I won’t stop to let you suck my cock.” Through a haze of ecstatic arousal, I see the size of the bulge in the front of his jeans. When he finally fucks me, I’m going to have my brains pinned to the wall.

Another lash. This time, the leather tips kiss up between my legs, brushing against my pulsing clitoris. I scream and my knees give, dropping my full weight onto my wrists.

My Master seizes me by the waist, propping me up onto my hobbled feet again. “Enough Elizabeth?”

The words trickle from me. “Yes, Master.” My safe word. “Redhead, Master.”

He still supports me, one strong arm taking my weight. “So, what now Elizabeth?”

I have trouble speaking. “I want to….” I correct myself. This is my Master. “May I suck you off Master?”

“You may. But because you allowed this to continue longer than it should, I am not going to completely release you.”

Still supporting me, he reaches up, unclipping first one wrist, then the other. However, he does not release me. Chaining my two wrists together, leaving the ankle bar in place, he lowers me to my knees. I sag down, exhausted and trembling with over-arousal.

“Kneel up.” he orders.

I struggle to obey, hampered by my fettered, widely spread ankles, supporting my shackled hands against him. When I am upright to his satisfaction, he unbuckles his wide leather belt and steps out of his jeans.

His cock, released, is hard and tall. Standing proudly towards his taut abs, it quivers to his heart beat. I know that I will have difficulty accommodating it in my mouth, but I welcome it. He seizes me by the back of the head, gripping my hair, twisting it enough for discomfort. Pulling my face towards him, my Master guides his cock to my mouth, and I part my lips to take it.

“Wider.” he orders, pushing between my lips.

I try, but struggle to take the thick shaft. I cannot truly suck off my Master like this, shackled and bound. I am simply a receptacle for him. His briny-sweet pre-cum trickles across my tongue, but gagged by his bulging cock-head, I cannot swallow, and it dribbles down from the corner of my mouth.

He thrusts, but gently, sliding in and out between my lips, each thrust a little deeper towards my throat. The scent of his musk is delectable. The pulse-beat throb of my Master’s wonderful cock vibrates through my mouth. The silky soft skin of the head slips through and over my lips and tongue, pressing in.

My Master, still gripping me by the hair says softly “Do you want me to fuck you Elizabeth?”

I cannot even nod. I cannot speak, but I try. A gurgled splutter escapes my cock-plugged throat.

“I think that was a ‘Yes’ Elizabeth?’ He withdraws from my mouth, leaving me slavering, and with aching jaw. “Was that a ‘Yes’?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes what?”