Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 28: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Twenty-Eight

My Master shows the police-woman out and then sits beside me again. “I’ve sent Ross over with Francis to collect some of your things. I want you to stay here for at least the next few days until Mack is tracked down. That way I can keep an eye on you. Is that okay with you?”

The chance to be with my wonderful Master for a few days? “Of course it is, Master. But I thought you had a lot of work on for the next few days?”

“Fuck the work. This is more important. And I can do a lot of it from here anyway.”

Then the penny drops as to what my Master just said. “Tracked down? They didn’t catch him?” NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

He hesitates. “No, I’m sorry Elizabeth, but he escaped the building before they were able to lock it down. But don’t worry. He’ll be found.”

I ponder this, gulping at the implications of Mack Kane loose in the city. But does my Master really want me to stay with him? He’s never wanted me to stay for long before.

“I’ll be fine in a couple of days, Master. It won’t have to be for long.”

He raises a quizzical eyebrow at me. “Don’t you want to stay here? Don’t you like the idea of living with me?”

“Of course I do. But I didn’t think that……”

He takes my hand, holding it between his. “This has made me realise Elizabeth how close we have become, you and I. When I came in and I saw Mack with his hands around your throat, you on the floor, I thought my heart would stop. And I only came back by chance, because I’d forgotten my briefcase. If I hadn’t……” His voice chokes and he looks away.

“But you did come back. And I’m fine. Please, Master, don’t get upset.” I bend to kiss the hands encasing mine, and his eyes sweep up to meet me, depthless with emotion. Rising from his chair, he moves to sit on the bed beside me, holding my face in his hands as he kisses me.

My breath comes in a rush, his kiss sending a tremble through me. His face is rough. He has not shaved and the stubble rubs against my skin. It does not matter. This is my Master and I want him. As my heat rises, there is a familiar moistening between my legs and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He resists, looking at me a little startled. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this Elizabeth?”

I am always ready for him. “Yes, Master. I am. Please, I want you close to me.”

A slow smile curves his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges and he shakes his head, chuckling. “She’s just been near strangled, and still she’s horny.”

Then his hands sweep down to tug at my nightgown. “Well, as my Lady wishes. I think this is surplus to need.” And he pulls upwards, lifting the garment up, and over my head, leaving me naked in the bed. “Lie back, Elizabeth. You are not going to be doing anything strenuous today.”

I lie back, arranging myself enticingly on the sheets. My Master strips off, in an almost business-like fashion, holding my gaze as he does so, then lies beside me.

He is tender, warm; his eyes soft as he kisses me. Stroking the side of my face and my hair, he winds his fingers through my copper tresses, then leans over me to nuzzle a breast, gently sucking at a nipple.

His touch is, as ever, magical. I sigh, stroking his hair as he suckles me. The scent of him close to me, skin on skin, is musky, heady and I inhale deeply, breathing him in.

Slowly he slips down my body, kissing the soft skin of my stomach, exploring my thighs with his fingertips before working through my curls, and within.

His touch on my bud is so light, so delicate, and yet it ignites me. Sighing, I arch my back, spreading my legs for him, giving him what is his. He explores my warm, damp folds, my breathing becoming rapid and uneven, my hips beginning to judder and twitch.

“Oh, Master….” I almost breathe the words.

“Yes?”

“It’s wonderful.”

“Lie back, Elizabeth. Relax.”

Easing himself between my legs, he kisses and licks the soft skin of my thighs, working upwards and in, leaving me brimming with a tingling anticipation. Kissing my warm folds, he nestles into my sex, lapping at me, his tongue circling and probing inwards whilst one finger continues its work on my clit.

I am warming from within, liquefying for him. Everything I have is for my Master, and I want him.

Tenderly, he slips back the hood of my clit, flicking with the tip of his tongue at the hardening tip within, making me gasp. My hips are quivering as he parts my swelling lips, tasting me. My pussy is running hot and liquid now, juices flowing and as he licks me, long slow strokes up and through and over my clit, I moan and curve up to meet him.

His fingers slide inside my slick entrance, penetrating only slowly and I whimper, desperate for more, but desperate for this to last. The fingers venture inside me again, harder this time, and my inner muscles shiver and clench. Pushing in deeply, he rubs up against my g-spot, and now I wail my

arousal; a noise from deep within me as I quake and tremble. Desire is pulsing through me and I want to be filled.

“Master, please, I want you inside me.”

“Not yet.”

“Please Master.”

“No. Not yet. I am still the Master here, and I say, not yet.”

The fingers withdraw, slipping up to my clit, and his mouth clamps around me, tongue pushing into my brimming sex, circling inside, licking me out, and I howl.

My hips bucking, the tongue in my cunt sends pulsating pleasure rippling over my belly and thighs. My clit is almost electrically alive, sending sparks of irresistible arousal throbbing through me.

My climax is rising, welling up from within. Arching up my pelvis on quivering legs, I tremble and shake as, irresistibly, the rush takes me. As I scream ecstatically, my Master holds me at the hips, still working me as waves of pulsating orgasm radiate out from my core.

My climax subsides, but as I relax, my Master pulls free of me, pressing me down to the sheets with a hand flat on my belly.

As he kneels up for a moment, I see his throbbing erection, taut and hard against his flat stomach, twitching to a pulse-beat. Lowering himself down onto me, his cock nudges at me, before easing slowly in.

He tests me a few times, in and out, gradually opening my already engorged and wet entrance, stretching me wide to accommodate him. As he does so, he holds my eyes for a moment, then kisses

me on the lips, soft flesh on flesh, tongue-tip tasting at me. He tastes sweet, clean. I close my eyes, running my fingers through his hair, scenting him, revelling in his love-making, and the afterglow of my orgasm.

He loves me. I can see it in his face as he looks at me, but he won’t say the words.

Why not?

He slides in and out, my cunt involuntarily constricting around him, holding him tight as he fucks me. Slowly he moves, working me, and I see in his grimace, that he is fighting for control, his own climax hovering. Biting his lower lip, with the slowest of movements, he sheathes himself, over and again, in my molten core.

Unbidden, I feel it rising again. My Masters cock deep inside me, my inner muscles judder and pulsate as, once more, orgasm laps at me and then, in cascading waves, rushes through me. I cry out, reaching up to hold my Master, my nails biting into his back, and through a haze of erotic pleasure, I feel and hear his own control fail, and he comes inside me. Pressing hard against my walls, he bucks as he spurts into me, my climax and his, uniting us in the shared moment.

He drops onto me with a gasp. I lie, utterly passive; completely spent by my double orgasm.

For a long minute, we lie together in silence, he still deep inside me.

Finally, he speaks. “That was amazing.” Taking a deep breath, he withdraws and pulls himself up, kneeling between my sprawled thighs. His still twitching cock beats a merry heartbeat, and there is joy in his eyes. “We’ve really got something haven’t we Elizabeth?”

“Yes, Master. I think we have……. Master?”

“Mmmm?”

“I’m hungry.”

He bursts out laughing. “I’m not surprised. Shall I order something? I think you should stay in bed still.”

“Yes, Master, that’s fine.”

“Good.” He gets up and puts on a bathrobe. “I’m going for a shower. Oh….” He pulls something from the pocket of the robe. “You’d better have this too.” He tosses it to me and reflexively, I catch it. A key. I look at it in puzzlement, then to my Master.

“It’s a key to this apartment,” he explains. “If you’re going to be living here, you’d better be able to get in.”