Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 17: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Seventeen

I feel the rise of my orgasm within me, the tension building, and my belly muscles clenching as it builds. Convulsing in a paroxysm of ecstatic joy, I try to lean up to embrace the sensation, but my Master’s hand, flat between my breasts, pushes me down on my back again, holding me pinned as my climax overtakes me.

I am unconscious of anything but the release, as my pulsating cunt sends violent waves of pleasure through my stomach and thighs. I do not know if I scream, gasp, or cry, only that I am lying helplessly writhing, speared by my Master as he gazes down on me, cumming at his command.

Sated and exhausted, I lie there, my panting subsiding, as my Master locks eyes with me. “Don’t move,” he says. “You haven’t finished.”

He draws level with my face, and once again, seizes hold of my hair, pulling up my face. “Open wide.”

I open my mouth and he pushes inside. “Finish me off,” he commands. “I want to see you swallowing my cum.”

“May I use my hands as well?”

“Yes, you can massage my balls while you lick me clean, then suck me off.”

One-handedly, I massage his balls, tight and crinkled. With the other, I support his huge erect penis as I lick away my own juices and his.

With one hand kneading his balls and the base of his erection, caressing and stroking, fondling and rubbing, I can feel the growing throb and cadence of his rising climax. His own hips start to quiver, and then, as I feel he is going to spurt into my mouth, I slide the tip of my tongue into the slit of his penis, tickling, probing, and stimulating at this, his most sensitive moment.

In response, he exhales with a gasp, leaning forward and pulling me in deeper by my hair. He spurts into my mouth in a creamy cascade, and then pulling my mouth free of him, he finishes his climax over my face, his stream surging over my eyes and lips, dripping down into my hair. As he shoots his cum over me, I lick and suck where I can, taking what he gives as he rubs his cock and balls and cum over my face.

Finally, with a heave, he pulls free of me and stands, breathing deeply, arms akimbo.

After a moment he looks up again. “Elizabeth, you are good. You are so good.” And he leans over, kissing me deeply on the mouth and then my breasts. “Come on, let me help you down.” He picks me up from the marble, placing me carefully on my own two feet.

I wobble a little, a bit unsteady after the internal pounding he just gave my still swollen, pussy, and clit.

“A shower, I think,” he says. “Let’s check out your new bathroom.”

The shower stall is roomy enough for two, and with the hot water cascading over us both, my Master soaps and then sponges me down. He gives special attention to my breasts and between my legs, sucking my nipples as he reaches between my thighs. “Don’t worry,” he comments. “I don’t expect you to perform again quite this soon. But I enjoy the feel of your body.”

Afterwards, we sit on the carpet in my still unfurnished apartment, looking out over the city and the river.

“How much furniture do you have?” he asks.

“None really. It all belonged to the landlord in my old flat. It’s not a problem. I’ll go and get some over the next few days.” Then I try to collect my thoughts. “Thank you. The other flat was nice, but this is gorgeous.”

“Yes, the other was all right, but this one is better. You have the space for guests and for an office or study here. Speaking of which, we have plenty of spare furniture in the basement back at the office, desks, bookshelves, that kind of thing. Pick out what you want and I’ll get it sent over for you. It will do for you until you have had a chance to choose what you want and make the place your own.”

I don’t know what to say, so I settle for, “Thank you.”

He smiles and kisses the top of my head. “You’re welcome, Elizabeth. But we made a deal. You are keeping your end of it, and I am keeping mine.”

Inside my heart sinks. Everything he says is true, but I don’t want it to be a contract. I am falling in love with my Master.

*****

I am just putting the finishing touches to the bedroom in my beautiful new apartment when the door buzzes.

“Hello, Elizabeth. It’s Richard.”

With a thrill, I rush to the intercom. “Hi! Come straight up. The door’s open.”

When my Master arrives, he is carrying red roses and a briefcase. I recall that the very first time I saw him, he was carrying this same briefcase and he also had a bunch of red roses. He had a date, but the date had stood him up.

I wonder what he has in the case. The last time it was a spreader bar and a vibrating egg, both of which he tried out on me, giving me one of the most electrifying experiences of my life. I am becoming excited in anticipation. What is he planning?

He hands me the roses with a smile. “I hope you like them?”

“Oh, yes, Master, they're lovely. I’ll put them in water.”

He flops down onto the settee. “So, Elizabeth, we're celebrating your new home,” he says, his gorgeous smile crinkling around his eyes.

I am so stirred by all this, my new life, my new apartment, and my Master, who I admit to myself, I am falling in love with.

“How would you like to celebrate?” he asks.

My eyes slide across to the briefcase. “I think you might already have ideas about that, Master.”

He laughs. “Oh, yes, I do—lots of ideas—always. But this is your celebration, Elizabeth. And I want to thank you for what you have done, and are doing, for me. Tonight, you can tell me what you would like.”

“I'd like …” my voice trails away. Can I ask this?

He tilts his head in that now familiar gesture. “Yes?”

“I'd like …” I cannot speak, a lump is in my throat and tears begin to well up inside me.

He stands, concern on his face, taking me by the shoulders and holding me tightly to him. “Elizabeth, what's the matter? I want you to be happy. I thought you were happy. How have I upset you?”

“Oh, I am happy. I am. But …”

He holds me away from him now by the shoulders, squaring up to my face and holding my gaze. “Elizabeth, you have to tell me what's wrong. How can I make things right for you, if I don't understand your problem?”

“I … I want you to make love to me,” I blurt out then fall silent, wondering if I have just ruined everything. My Master and I have a contract—a no-strings contract.

My Master looks startled then laughs. “I thought you enjoyed our little games, Elizabeth? Was I wrong?”

“Oh, no, you’re not wrong at all. I love our games. It's just that …”

My Master falls silent, looking around the room and then moves to stand by the window, staring out, with his back to me. “Are you falling in love with me, Elizabeth?” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

I hold silent for a moment but then take my courage in my hands. “Yes, I am …” I hang my head. “Are you angry with me?”

He almost whirls around, grabbing me again by the shoulders. “How could I be angry that one of the most beautiful women I have ever known, the most intelligent, and certainly the sexiest, is falling in love with me?”

Suddenly, he crushes his mouth onto mine, almost bruising my lips in his fervour, crushing me in his embrace. I respond hungrily, leaning into the kiss, exploding inside as he scoops me up, carrying me through to the bedroom and dumping me unceremoniously onto the bed.

“I'll show you how a man makes love to a fucking star like you, Elizabeth.”

There is a sparkle in his eyes and his smile is like sunshine as he sits beside me, enfolding me in his arms, his kiss deepening by the moment. I am totally unprepared by the sheer scale of my physical response to this. I am afire. In my head, skies are blue, the sun is bright, and birds are singing.