BOUGHT BY A BILLIONAIRE (18+); CHAPTER 3

"What do you want me to do?" His breath by my face is like a promise.

"I…. I…. I want…."

"You have to say it…." He kneads my clit quickly between two fingers, sending

electric desire pulsing up through me. "You have to say it" he repeats. "You don't

get it without saying it"

I surrender "I want you inside me". If I were tied and supported I would collapse

entirely. "I want you inside me"

He doesn't move. "That's better" he whispers to my ear. "You have to do better

than that if you want to cum, but I can give you a little more now…" He slides a

finger inside me,
his thumb over my clit and begins to work me. My climax, which

had subsided a little, begins to build again immediately. He feels it. "Oh no" he

chuckles. "Oh no. It doesn't work like that." His fingers withdraw. "What do you

say?"

My mind blanks for a moment. Is he serious? What do I say? But my tormented

clit and my aching pussy brook no argument. "Please" I mumble.

"That's better." His finger brush over my pussy lips "But "Please what?""

I gasp and moan, writhing in my restraints and his grasp. "Please make me cum.

Please fuck me. Please. Please fuck me"

"Now we've got there". He kisses me full on the mouth, makes sure I am standing

up and then pushes two fingers up inside me hard. I feel them almost scrape

against me inside, against my G-spot. I cry out but he has already withdrawn and

is down on his knees, his face to my thighs. From my rather awkward position, I

look down to see him looking back up at me, at my face. As he looks, his hands

are working, parting curls to reach my pussy lips. He leans forward, and for one

delicious moment, I feel his tongue curl around my clit.

This time there is nothing half-hearted or restrained about my reaction. I scream,

just in time to feel him pull my thighs fully apart and his tongue lick up from the

back of my cunt, through and over my pussy lips.

And he stops. I hang, my weight on my wrists, making incoherent gasps and

wishing there was something I could say.

He pulls away and stands smiling at me. Standing there in my shackles and my

own sweat and juices. "This won't do you know." he says. And he turns and

walks out again.

I can't believe it. I finally put together a sentence. "You can't do this to me! You

can't leave me like this"

His voice drifts through from the lounge. "Well you needn't think I'm going to

tongue-fuck you in that condition"

What? What?

The sound level of the music goes up. And up again. And I wait.

He comes back in, again carrying something, which he puts on a shelf. I strain to

see what it is - a wash bag? - and he goes immediately out again.

A moment later he is back, and he puts something else in his pocket.

"I turned the music up again" he says. " I think that when I get you properly

Mastered, you're going to be quite the little screamer. We'll keep it private shall

we…"