Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 15: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Fifteen

“So, you missed me, and you fucked yourself instead?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Yes, what?” He presses my hand against his growing erection.

“Yes, Master. I fucked myself thinking about you.”

“And?”

“I wanted you there, inside me. But you weren’t there, so instead, I lay naked on my bed and got myself off.”

“How? What did you do, Elizabeth? Tell me, in detail. I want to know.”

I am unused to this and am not quite sure what to say, so I hesitate.

“Elizabeth, I have given you an instruction. I want you to tell me, detail by detail, how you fucked yourself.”

“I spread my legs and I played with my clit.” As I say this, my Master’s cock jumps under my hand. I feel it straining for escape. As well as I can through his clothes, I work him with my fingers.

Ross’s voice comes over the car intercom, “Sorry, Mr Haswell, we’re stuck in a traffic jam. Might take a bit longer to get there.” Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I see my Master take a breath for voice control. He succeeds, and sounding very casual, replies, “That’s fine, Ross. There’s no hurry.” Then he presses my hand down hard again.

Seeking permission in his eyes, I unzip and release my Master’s now throbbing erection. “I’d have you down hard on that, sucking me off,” he says. “But I want to hear what you have to say.”

“I played with my clit,” I repeat. “I rubbed myself and tweaked and flicked. And all the time, I was thinking of you, with your mouth around me, lapping at me and making me wet.” With the tips of my fingers, I work the head of his penis, licking my fingers to make it as good as I can for him.

“I made myself really wet. I was ready for you, and I wanted you. I wanted you to lick me out, and then fuck me brainless.” I feel that my fingers are not slippery enough. My Master’s cock deserves better than this, so for a moment, I bend over, taking him in my mouth, licking and moistening the tender skin, but at the same time, I continue to slide my fingers up and down his length. My own panties are moistening.

“I used my hand and finger fucked myself,” I continue. “But you weren’t there. I was ready to be fucked properly. I wanted to feel you all the way inside me, balls-deep, but you weren’t there. I would have used a vibe, but I didn’t have one, so I had to find something else instead.”

My Master is now leaking down my hand. As I hand fuck him, it is slippery and delicious, and I am becoming uncomfortable in my now soaking panties.

“What did you use? What did you bring yourself off with?”

“I found a bottle. It wasn’t right, but it was good enough. I slid it inside me, and then I fucked my cunt, hard. I wanted you to fuck me, but instead, I used a bottle to fuck myself …”

Ross’s voice comes over the intercom again. “We’re clear, Mr Haswell. We’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

Richard’s eyes roll skyward. “Fuck!” he mutters.

I lean over him and lick him clean and dry, enjoying the taste of him and letting him see me lick my own lips clean. With a little difficulty, I tuck him away, and he pulls his jacket closed to cover his still, overly- obvious bulge.

*****

As we enter the lobby of the apartment block, the concierge does not at first even look up. “Yes?” he says. “What is it?” He is eating a sandwich, and casually brushes egg crumbs from his face onto his shirt.

I start to speak. “Hello. My name is Elizabeth Kimberley—”

Richard interrupts. “Is this how a member of my staff meets and greets members of the public?”

The concierge looks up sharply at him and then blenches. “Oh! Mr Haswell.” He stands up hastily, struggling slightly to push his chair back as he does so. Then he plasters on an obsequious smile. “Sorry, Mr Haswell. I didn’t know we were expecting you.”

Richard leans forward over the desk, eyeballing the man. “You shouldn’t need to be expecting the boss to show up to show common courtesy to a visitor to the building. That is your job. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get me the keys for 47A.”

“Yes, sir.” The concierge disappears into a back room for a moment, then reappears, jingling keys. “Here you are, sir.”

“Thank you,” Richard says. “And get a clean shirt on if you expect to be still working here next week.”

We take the lift to the fourth floor. “I didn’t know you owned this building too,” I say.

He smiles and shrugs. “Handy, isn’t it? And no one will disturb us.” His smile turns to a wicked grin.

On the fourth floor, he unlocks the door and gestures me inside. As soon as the door is closed behind us, my Master grabs me by the arm and pushes me back against a wall. “Now, madam, you were explaining to me how you handle yourself alone.” One hand grabs me by the wrists, gathering them and raising my arms above my head, pinning me to the wall. The other hand heads south, and not too gently, pulls up the edge of my skirt, questing up my thighs, past my panties, to between my legs. There is nothing restrained about his actions. My Master is ready now. His finger reaches in and up, straight inside me. I hear his grunt of satisfaction to find me already dripping for him.

With his face close to mine, he says, “Now, if you please, continue with your tale.”

“I screwed myself with a bottle … hard.”

His fingers plunge into me and I yelp. “Like this?”

“Yes, Oh God, yes.”

He stabs into me again, spreading his fingers as he goes, thumb outside, pressed on my clit, and I start to whimper in arousal. “You like that?”

I am breathless and gasping. “Yes … yes.” His thumb is rubbing my clit and I need to cum.

“You want more?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master, please fuck me. Please let me cum.”

He leans even closer, whispering into my ear. “I’ll forgive you this time because you didn’t know. But in the future, you are only allowed to fuck yourself if you have asked my permission first. And afterwards, I

expect a report, in detail, of what you did to yourself, for what is supposed to be a substitute for my fucking you properly. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Master, I think so.” His fingers freeze. I am on the edge of an orgasm, brinking the precipice, and shaking with anticipation. I need to cum.

“The correct reply is just, ‘Yes, Master.’”

“Yes, Master. Please, Master. Please, let me cum.”

“That’s better.” With his hand still inside me, fingers working my G-spot, he drops to his knees, splays my pussy lips with the other hand and wraps his tongue around my clit, flicking and tasting me.

Instantly, I orgasm, my pleasure pulsing electrically through me as I moan, gushing hot over my Master’s fingers. “Spread your ankles,” he commands and through a euphoric haze, I obey, trembling uncontrollably as my Master licks my thighs, clit, and pussy clean. My hips bucking, I want to give at the knees and let my weight slide to the floor, but he still has several fingers inside me. I can’t take any more. “Oh, God! Stop, please stop. Please stop.”

My Master sits back on his haunches, looking pleased with himself. “If that’s the result of leaving you for a few days, perhaps I’ll keep you waiting more often,” he comments and then stands, holding out a hand for me. “And if I may suggest, in the future, keep some fresh underwear in your bag. I find that I want to make you drip.” Speechlessly, I nod.

“And now to business. Shall we take a look at this apartment of yours?”

The apartment has one bedroom, with a nice open-plan lounge and kitchen area, a tidy little bathroom, and a lovely view over the park. The area is good, and the apartment is brand new. Everything sparkles, unlike my old, dismal flat with its peeling paint and smell of dampness. I am so pleased to think that I will soon be living here.

Richard looks around quickly, seeming unimpressed. “It’s very small,” he comments.

“Yes, it is, but it’s big enough for just me. And the area is so much nicer than my old place.”

“What if you want friends to stay? Or your parents perhaps? And where can you work? There’s no real place for a desk, or bookshelves, unless you have them in your lounge.”

“It’s fine. You can’t have everything at once, and I can afford this now, which I certainly couldn’t before.”

Richard purses his lips. “Get your stuff from your old place. I’ll send Ross to help you out. There’s no reason for you to be in there any longer, and I’d rather not risk your being there, just in case Mack Kane knows where you lived.”

A shudder goes down my spine. Mack had looked mad as hell with me, but surely he wouldn’t be dangerous? Would he?

I nod and agree.