Bought By The Billionaire

For the next hour and a half, I work in a bit of a daze. Fortunately, I have no real problems with any of the work, because were I to have to bend over, for example, the whole world would see that I’m not wearing any panties. He has those, discarded on his bathroom floor. The egg works sporadically, sometimes resting quiescent inside me, but then bringing me upright with a gasp as it suddenly vibrates to life. My pussy juices are running, working their way down my thighs.

Seven o’clock comes and I put my trolley back in the utility closet. I am wondering what excuse I can use for going back up to the penthouse, but as I pass reception, Ricardo calls me from the desk. “Hey, Beth. Penthouse wants a bottle of champagne. Can you take it up to him, please?”

Ricardo shouldn’t have asked me to do it. There are other staff for room service, but I am not about to complain. The timing is perfect. I collect the champagne on ice, trying not to bend over as I push the bar cart along, and take the lift back to the top floor.

Suddenly nervous, I hesitate before tapping on the door, but almost before my knuckles touch the wood, the door opens, and he is there again. I glance up. Of course, there is a camera by the lift, he knows exactly who is outside his door.

He smiles a welcome. “Ah, Elizabeth, lovely to see you again. Do come in.” He takes the champagne cart from me and I follow him inside. “I hope you don’t mind or think me forward,” he says, “But I’ve made a few preparations for you.”

Preparations? I halt and then jerk as the egg buzzes inside me again. An hour and a half of it working inside me has left me almost limp with desire, and desperate for a real fuck.

He looks pleased with my reaction. “Ah, you do still have it inside you. Nice to know that you can follow instructions.” He holds up a small box and jabs a button on it as I watch. The egg inside me jolts to life again, sending electric arousal up my spine. I yelp. “Good girl,” he says. “That’s what I like to see. Obedience.”

Suddenly, he steps up close, circles an arm around my waist and brings his mouth to my ear. “Don’t need the help now, though, do we? I just wanted to keep you on the simmer until you came back.”

His free hand strokes my cheek, slides down over a breast, cupping and squeezing briefly, and then continues its way down to the hem of my too-short skirt and under. I am unbelievably aroused. Beginning to pant again, I can only ask myself how a stranger can be doing this to me, as his fingers journey up and in, stroke past my clit and up into my swollen pussy. He flicks out the egg and tosses it onto a side table.

“Go have a shower again, Elizabeth,” he says. “You’re hot and uncomfortable from working. I want you relaxed.”

Even in my inflamed condition, I must admit that this is a good idea. I nod and walk to the bathroom.

simply lift it up over my head. For a moment, my vision is blocked as the blouse goes over my face, then, as

shake my head

might decide to help, but let’s see how it goes.” His grin drops to a half-smile and he tilts his head in that expression of his that I am coming to recognise. “Take your bra off, Elizabeth. Slowly. And

down my stomach, before

Fondle your breasts, Elizabeth. Caress

perform

“I’m waiting.”

his gaze drop to watch. Suddenly, I realise that I very much want to give him a show. I start tweaking and pinching at my nipples, making them crinkle and harden. I feel myself warming from within and flushing. He smiles again, knowing exactly what is

Stay right there,” he demands as he walks out, returning only a moment later with the champagne bottle. “We’ll drink this in a while, but I have better uses for

chilled from the ice, running with condensation. He holds the cold glass up to my nipples, flicking over their already crinkled skin with the icy surface. I gasp at the sheer combination of pleasure and pain of the

“Sorry? Training me?”

raw in a while, but first you have to please

more than to feel him inside me.

Elizabeth? What

“Please …”

“Please, what?”

I need

you like me

“Please …”