Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 8

As I try to digest what this means, he pushes me forward to the bed. I think he wants me to get onto the bed, but he stops me, and turning me to face him, he starts to untie the belt of the robe I am wearing.

"I'm not—"

He stops me speaking, putting a finger to my lips.

"Shhh ..." he says, very quietly, looking me in the eyes. "I am your Master now, and I have not permitted you to speak. Do you understand?"

I nod my head.

"Good. For now, the only things you may say are either to ask for more or to ask me to stop. But if you do ask me to stop, everything stops, and you will be going home. I will tell you what to do, and you will obey, or you will go home. Do you understand?"

I nod again, and he smiles in satisfaction. "Good. Now, take off the robe, Elizabeth. I want to look at you."

I shrug the robe from my shoulders, standing naked for him. He looks me over very carefully, his gaze examining me— my breasts, my waist, my s*x. He starts to circle me. Involuntarily, I start to turn to follow him.

"Did I tell you to move?"

I shake my head and stand still again. Now, I feel his hands on my shoulders, from behind, his fingers sliding over my arms, my stomach, my buttocks, and my thighs. Despite my amazing orgasm only a little while ago, I am feeling warm inside again.

"Get on the bed, Elizabeth. Lie on your back."

Obediently, I climb onto the silken sheets, rose petals scattering under me.

"You're so beautiful, Elizabeth. I love beautiful things. Do you like the bed? Is it not beautiful too?"

I nodded silently.

"Open your legs, Elizabeth. And raise your knees. Show me yourself."

I hesitate.

"Do you want to go home?"

I shake my head.

"Then do as you are told. I want to see all of you. Show me your pussy."

A stab of desire runs through me, and as I open my pink folds to him, I'm growing wet again.

He sits on the edge of the bed, examining me, one finger running over my stomach as he looks. "Touch yourself, Elizabeth. You're not wet enough yet. I want to see that you are ready for me."

I slide my hands down to my clit, rubbing and tweaking, lust rising in me rapidly. He watches for a minute or two, then rises and goes to a cupboard, his eyes never leaving where I am playing with my s*x. Pulling something from the cupboard, he tosses it to me, then he pulls a pillow from the bed, and with little effort, lifts my hips from the bed, slipping the pillow under me.

"Now use that," he commands. The gentleness is leaving his voice now, but I am becoming too excited to care.

Taking the vibe he has given me, I start working myself with it. Distracted for a moment by the sensations running through me, I close my eyes, my p***y getting hotter and wetter, and my p***y juices running down my thighs onto the beautiful sheets. The feeling of giving my all to this beautiful stranger rides me ever higher.

Opening my eyes again, I see Richard is taking off his shirt, watching me all the time. As he starts undoing his belt, he says, "Not just your clit. Inside you. I want to see you f**k yourself."

The vibe glides into me easily, my slit is slippery and hot, and the small, attached finger vibe is working my clit too. My orgasm is starting to rise again.

Richard sees it too and snatches the vibe away from me. "Enough," he says. "No one gave you permission to cum."

I lie there, dumbly looking at him, wondering what is coming next. His jeans are bulging, and as he removes them, I see his massive erection, firm and stiff against his navel. Can I take that much?

He sees where I am looking and guesses my thoughts. "Yes, you're getting it. All of it, if you are good and do as you are told. Off the bed, Elizabeth. Stand in front of me."

Compliantly, I obey, and not sure where to look, cast my eyes down. He leans to one side, and opening a drawer, takes out a single red silk scarf, then others. Using one of them, he blindfolds me, binding it tight around my eyes, then he leads me a few steps by the hand.

"Bend forward."

Again, I obey, and feel first my left wrist, and then my right, being bound to something. The bedposts?

As earlier, he lifts me from the waist, positioning me with my hips up and my p***y exposed. My legs are spread, and my ankles are bound also. I am utterly helpless and completely exposed; I am at the mercy of this man. My p***y lips are swollen and aching, and my juices are running down my thighs. I have never felt so utterly aroused, so utterly ready for whatever would happen next.