Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 25: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Twenty-Five

Thrusting into me, my Master says “You needn’t think you’re going to get your own way this easily Elizabeth. You’re not allowed to cum yet. This is just to give me a bit of relief before I give you the spanking you deserve. I had to sit through the rest of the evening with my cock twitching below the tablecloth. You are only going to come when that naked bottom of yours is bright red.”

I am already thoroughly aroused. They say that the best sex always starts in the head, and the anticipation of waiting for my Master to discover my dishabille, on top of the success of my suggestion regarding the Thorntons, has left me feeling high. My pussy is wet and warm, and my Master’s hard fucking is rapidly bringing me to climax. He realizes this and withdraws.

Putting me down he orders “Into the bedroom, and bend over the bed.”

I do as I am told, bending over the foot of the bed, my butt raised. My skirt has dropped down to cover me up again but my Master does not bother to remove it, simply flipping it upwards to display my naked buttocks and my engorged lips and pussy. “This is going to hurt, Elizabeth. You can’t behave like that without being punished.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“Sorry’s not good enough. This is only going to stop when you beg me for it.” and he slaps one buttock, hard.

I yelp and reflexively try to stand, but his hand is on my back and he pushes me down again, face pressed to the bed. “Did I give you permission to move?”

“No, Master.”

“Exactly. No.” and he slaps again, the other butt cheek. “You don’t move until and unless I give you permission.” This time the slap is onto my flooding pussy. And then another in the same place. The

sting is exquisitely painful and utterly delicious. I do not know whether to scream or moan.

“I think you’re enjoying this way too much Elizabeth. Stay there. Don’t move.”

My Master exits the room, leaving me panting and trembling. I really, really want my Master to fuck me to orgasm, but I know I will have to wait. He returns and I can hear him moving behind me. I risk a quick look to see what he is doing.

He has taken off his shirt and is barefoot, wearing only his black belted trousers. Tanned, lean and athletic, he looks like a god as he approaches me from behind, holding a riding crop. I catch my breath at the thought of what is coming. Can I take this?

He traces the inside of my thighs with the tip of the crop, probing into my pussy, caressing my pulsing clit. “Open your legs further.”

Awkwardly, I spread my legs further, feeling fingers insert into my slit as I do so, spreading my lips, widening me. Pussy juices trickle down my thigh. “Turned on Elizabeth? Nice and sensitive? Good. I want you sensitive.” And his tongue licks upwards from clit to cunt, sending fire through my core. I moan helplessly.

“Remember Elizabeth. This stops when you beg me to stop. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand Master.”

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“That you will stop only when I ask you to.”

“That’s right. But you will have to ask nicely and make it worth my while to stop. I’m going to enjoy this.” And he brings the crop down on my naked ass.

This time I do scream. But my pussy gushes, betraying my body to the pain. My head tells me that this is too much, but my body wants more.

My Master strikes at me again with the crop, and again.

“Well, Elizabeth? Do you need more punishment?”

I cannot speak, only gasping breathlessly as my body aches for fulfilment.

“Repeat after me,” he says. “I will always wear my knickers in business meetings.”

“I will….” Gasp. “…. always wear my knickers in business meetings.”

The crop comes down again and now I am really feeling that I can take no more.

The tip of the crop taps on my clit. “And now Elizabeth. What is it to be?” and the crop slaps lightly up on my clit.

“Please, Master. I can’t…. I can’t….”

“What is to be Elizabeth?”

“Please, Master. No more. Please stop.”

The crop flicks harder across my clit. Enough to hurt. “I told you. You have to ask properly.”

“Please, Master. No more. I’ll be good.”

“Will you? Will you be good? And what do I get?”

“Let me suck you, Master. Let me suck you off.”

“Mmm… it might be worth it. Will you swallow my cum? Lick me clean?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Alright. I’ll stop then.” I start to rise, but he pushes me down again. “I didn’t tell you to move.”

The crop slaps against my knees. “Wider. And push your ass up.”

Still trembling and panting, I obey my Master, stretching my legs as far apart as I can. The crop explores between and the tip settles on my clit. At the same moment, I hear the buzz of a vibe as it is pushed deep inside me.

The vibe is on a high powered, rise and fall, and my already liquid core responds. The crop is flicking at my clit. This is no gentle caress. My tender nub is being bludgeoned by the crop, jerked and jolted by this clumsy tool. Nonetheless, I am brinking, panting to climax, heart pounding and pulse racing. My hips start to jerk and buck, but my Master slaps hard at my buttocks again. “Keep still! How am I supposed to fuck you like this, if you keep moving?”

Poised on the edge of orgasm, the world dances around my pulsating bud. I am sore and bruised, my naked butt stings and I can feel the weals left by the crop, but nonetheless, orgasm is about to take me…

My Master licks my pussy, a long, slow lick, circling and probing. The vibe still works its magic inside, and the crop tip is pounding my clit. The licking tips me over the edge and I go into explosive climax, screaming as I go. All but collapsing onto the bed, I feel my Master supporting me at the hips, stopping me from falling. Writhing and bucking, waves of pleasure pulse through my cunt, my belly and my thighs before subsiding, and I drop, spent, onto the mattress.

For a long minute I lie, quiescent, before my Master, standing over me, bare-chested, glistening with sweat and arms akimbo says, “You haven’t finished yet.”

I nod, speechless, and kneel before him. “May I unbelt you, Master?”

“You may.”

Erection bulging through the fabric, I undo the black leather belt and unzip. As his trousers fall to the ground, I scent the sweet musky perfume of my Master’s arousal. His penis is beautiful to me, and I kiss the tip, working my tongue around the ridge, cupping his balls as I do so.

Hands behind his head, eyes closed, he stands tall over me as I work him, licking long, smooth strokes up the length of his shaft, lapping away the dewdrop on the tip, wrapping my lips tight around the head as I suck.

My Master’s breathing is deep and becoming laboured. Massaging the base of his erection, his pulse pounds against my fingers. He is close.

Taking him in my mouth as deeply as I can, I work him with my tongue and lips, his pre-cum increasing to a steady stream, and I savour the cream as it trickles down my throat.

His breath shudders and suddenly his hands clamp to the back of my head, fingers twisting into my hair, as he starts to thrust into me. Fighting to control my gagging, I want to take all of him into me, but he is simply too large. Already my mouth is stretching to accommodate him, and as his climax builds he feels even larger. He moves my head in time with his rhythm; in-out, in-out, face-fucking me for his pleasure.

With a groan, he spurts, shooting his sweet cum into my mouth. I try to swallow, but he is pressing into me and I cannot. My mouth and throat fill, as he grinds and pulses into me, then with a gasp, releases me and withdraws.

Wiping dripping lips with the back of my hand, I swallow his gift, relishing the salt-sweet flavour, then lean in again to lick him clean. Running my tongue up his erection, he allows me only a couple of

strokes before he pulls back, laughing, “Enough Elizabeth. Enough!” then leans down to kiss me full on the mouth.

He offers me a hand, helping me to stand, then gives me a light slap on the rump. “I think Elizabeth, that with the clothing allowance you have, you can afford to have underwear for all occasions. In future, when we are out in public, you will always wear panties…… unless of course, I instruct otherwise.”

“Yes, Master.”