Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 30: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Thirty

“Hey, Beth. You okay up there? A neighbour said there was some noise.” My Master falls still and silent…

… The heat in my cunt blooming outward, my clit incandescent with pain-pleasure, I struggle to get the words out, shouting across to the intercom. “Er, yes, fine. Don’t worry. I…er…. I just dropped something.”

“Okay. So long as you’re alright.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Don’t move. I’ve not finished with you.” His words are stern, but my Master’s voice is brimming with laughter as he steps over to the intercom and clicks it off. He pulls over a chair and jams the smashed door closed, pushing the chair-back under what is left of the handle. Then he vanishes into my bedroom, returning a minute later with a handful of my stockings.

Coming back to me, he grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me upright. “You - dining table. Bend over and spread ‘em.” He marches me over to the table, pushes me face down and stretches my arms out, tying each wrist to a table leg with a stocking. Then he does the same with my ankles. Halfway through he pauses to grab a cushion, shoving it under my hips, arching my back and raising my butt. The ankle ties he stretches tight, spreading me wide, and displaying my swollen and sopping slit.

Face pressed to the table top, I cannot move and, hair draped over my face, I cannot see.

I hear movement, rustling - my Master getting undressed and - something else - he is moving around the apartment - looking for something? I hear cupboard doors and drawers open and shut; the sound of my bedroom door, then my office door.

His footsteps come close and his hand sweeps the hair from my face.

“I thought you should see what was coming.” he says, dangling something in front of me. “We never got around to trying this one out did we?”

From my awkward angle, I make out the shape of the riding crop I bought him for his Birthday.

A frisson runs through me, and my slit pumps out hot fluid.

“And these are for some other parts of you.” He shows me a handful of bulldog clips. “Let’s see how far we can go before that wet cunt of yours has had enough.”

His footsteps are behind me now. Something brushes against me from behind. The tip of the riding crop? It probes my lips, pushing first to one side, then the other, inserting itself as it goes. It pushes inside, not deeply, but enough that, in my highly sensitized state, I screech in response. It withdraws instantly.

“None of that.” comes my Master’s voice. “We don’t want any more interruptions.” I hear his footsteps again. He crosses the room, returning with something. Something dangles by my face again - my panties? Or what’s left of them. “Open wide.”

I obey, and the panties, tasting of my own juices, are shoved in my mouth.

“Now,” continues my Master. “You can’t speak and you can’t yell. And I’m going to give it to you hard this time. Much as I love you, you really pissed me off earlier. I know you didn’t like what you saw, but you gave me no chance to speak. And that’s not fair. So this time, I’m not going to be fair. You have no safety word, and I’m going to decide when you’ve had enough. Do you understand?”

My heart is pounding. Through the muffle of the gagging panties, I “Mmmmph.” an acknowledgement, but, my head is spinning…… my Master said that he loves me. But…. he going to punish me, really punish me.

For the first time since I have known him, I am scared. Exhilarated and nervous. Joyous and frightened.

I know he will do me no real harm, but I also understand, very clearly, that he is going to take me to my limits.

Something clamps onto one of my pussy lips, stretching it open to one side. It really hurts and through the panties, I yell. One mercy; gagged as I am, I can scream as loud as I like.

There is a snap, and the other engorged lip is clipped into place.

“Mmmm. Should I do the third clip as well I wonder?” And his tongue runs up the length of me, over my aching clit and through, into my wide-stretched cunt. “Delicious!” Then the third clip snaps over my clit. It is excruciating, and I scream through the gag.

“Enjoying that?” My Master’s hand reaches under the left-hand side of my chest, pressing for a minute. “And your heart rate is about 150 beats a minute I’d say. I think we can get it up further yet.”

There is a pause and more sound of movement. “Now then Elizabeth. You do have one choice. I can either warn you when it’s coming, or it can be a surprise. Which is it to be? Flap your left hand for a warning or your right hand for a surprise.”

I hesitate, then flap my left hand.

“Alright. Here it comes. Three, two, one.” Thwack!

And the crop comes down on my left buttock. I try to shriek through the gag, jerk and struggle against the white-hot pain, and then,

“Three, two, one.” Thwack!

I need to scream. I need to breathe. But the gag stops me doing either. The pain on my clipped pussy lips and clit is incredible. But nonetheless, waves of arousal are pulsating through my cunt.

“Three, two, one.” And I tense, trying to deny what is coming, but at the same time, wanting more, somehow disconnected from reality. Thwack!

Tears run down my face. I feel spaced out, but fantastic. The contradiction of the pain of my body, and the pleasure within leaves me dreamy, lost.

My Master’s face swings into my field of vision and he gazes levelly at me for a moment, then disappears from view once more.

“Three, two, one.” Thwack! I can take no more. Limply, I lie on the table, twitching with pain and arousal. Magically, there is no more, until with a snap, the clips are pulled off and agony ripples through me, followed closely by the hot breath of my Master close to me before he clamps his mouth over my pussy and licks me out.

I have no warning. No build-up. I simply orgasm. My jerking, twitching body flops on the table in its restraints. My cunt spasms and pulses, and my Master does not stop. Mercilessly, he probes, and slurps and sucks, drinking my gushing juices as I cum into his mouth. He continues on and on, mouthing my lips, chewing my folds. The orgasm lasts and stretches, and I squeal like a madwoman, struggling pointlessly against my gag and bindings.

Finally, he pulls away from me, only to plunge in deep with his cock, spearing me hard, banging against me inside, his balls swinging against my sore clit. He pumps and pounds inside me; clasping my hips as he fucks me. Through the connection to his hands, I feel his own on-coming release; the build to the rush.

The grasp of his hands becomes painful, and his orgasm, when it comes, is violent, savage. His cries and groans are loud as with a spurt of heat I can feel inside me, he shoots into me, bending forward over my back as he does so, seizing my hard nipples and squeezing hard as his hips grind against me.

With a yell, he pulls out of me, slapping a buttock as he does so. Our mixed juices trickle down inside my legs, as he walks around and pulls the panties out of my mouth. He bends down to look me in the eyes. “Was that enough of a ride for you Madam?”

My tongue and mouth are dry, fluffy and it takes me a moment to assemble enough saliva to speak. My face still pressed against the table top. “That’s a Hell of a way to decide to tell me that you love me.”

He gawps at me, then, his eyes softening, he runs a hand through my hair and with the other, pulls the knots free from my wrists. Kneeling down, he releases my ankles, but as I try to stand, my knees give.

He catches me on the way down, scooping me up and carrying me through to the bedroom, lays me on the bed. I yelp as the weals on my butt make contact with the covers. Rolling onto my side and looking back into the mirror, I can see red stripes over my otherwise creamy skin.

My Master, still naked, sits beside me on the bed, resting his head on his chin. Looking slantways at me, he says “But you know that I love you? Surely?” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“But you wouldn’t say so, Master.”

He is silent, reflective, then, taking my hand, he kisses the fingers. “Elizabeth, for the avoidance of doubt, I love you. I want you to be with me. I want you to be part of my life.”

A warm glow suffuses through me.

“I love you too Master.”