Bought By The Billionaire - BDSM 18 novel Chapter 49

And with the morning, I wake.

My nose pressed against my Master’s chest, easing back, I sniffle, clearing my airways. As I shift, something else shifts with me…

Somethings else…

A teardrop emerald dangles toward my shoulder, quivering with my heartbeat. Its smaller twin tickles at my right cheek. Pressure against my left cheek tells me the imprint of another teardrop will follow me through the first hour or so of the day.

And gradually, the memory of the previous evening percolates.

Oh… Goddddd….

What the hell is wrong with me?

My Master…

The man I love most in the world…

The man I dreamed of…

And I treated him like…

“Elizabeth?” The scent of coffee drifts by and my brain cells line up, standing to attention, snapping my eyes open.

Fully dressed, perched on the bedside beside me, he offers a steaming cup. Sitting up, I take it, sipping at liquid still a little too hot for comfort. “Thank you, Master.”

A smile lurks behind his eyes. Nonetheless, it is the Dom watching me. “Perhaps I permitted you too much freedom yesterday, leaving you alone for so long. I believe that today, you should practice a little restraint.”

My hand pauses en route to my mouth, the cup frozen mid-air. “Restraint, Master?”

As if I didn't know where this is going.

“The only question is, where and how do I restrain you?” He leans close enough that his whispered words wash warm over my cheek. “How am I going to fuck you?”

Pussy puddles.

Still close to me, he inhales. “Yes, I thought that prospect might please you.” He stands, towering over me. “On your knees, Madam. You know what I expect of you.”

Only too well…

Gulping down another mouthful of coffee, I slip out from the sheets, a green teardrop dangling toward my cleavage, swinging in time with my breasts and with the matching teardrops at my earlobes.

Naked save for my Master’s gift, I kneel. My face level with his groin, he unzips himself. “Don’t try to take it all the way. Just get the motor running.”

“And then, Master?”

“And then, Madam, you will do as you are instructed.”

His cock still soft, I slide my hand inside the zipper, slipping fingers under and in, cupping his balls, working them with fingers and palms. The soft fuzz of outer skin. The harder kernels. He hisses, sharp and hard, drawing air between his teeth.

Within seconds, everything’s coming alive. His shaft rises and stiffens. His sac tightens, the skin crawling. First kissing the head of his penis, then lapping, I inhale, taking in his scent, musky and masculine, then exhale again, breathing warm air over already-heating skin.

Ever harder, ever firmer, his cock flushes red, then purple, the veins bulging blue. Slipping fingers in deeper, I press hard, massaging circles into the root. With my free hand, I ring him with fingers and thumb, working steel gloved in velvet as I take the head into my mouth.

Above me, a groan, and sliding my gaze upward, I see his head fall back.

Fingers grip my hair, easing me back and forth in a steady rhythm. The briny tang of pre-cum floods my mouth and…

He tugs himself free. “Not yet. I have other business first.” Lips quirking, he yanks back the top sheet and duvet, rolling them over the bed footer. He jerks a thumb… “Back on the bed, Madam.” … then offers a hand, helping me up from the floor.

Almost before I hit the mattress, “Lie back. Grip the bars.”

“You don't have to tie me, Master. I'll keep hold.”

He shoots me a look, eyes crinkling. “Did I ask your opinion?”

“No, Master.”

“I didn't think so. Are you going to obey me?”

“Yes, Master.”

By the time I’ve settled and arranged myself as he wishes, my Master is unravelling fine silk cord from a bedside drawer, looping it around my wrists, then over and through the bars. He pauses… “Wriggle your fingers…” … then examines my fingertips… “Both hands... You're fine.”

“I'm not going anywhere, Master.”

“I'm not done yet. And if you don't keep quiet, I'm going to gag you until I'm ready to use that mouth of yours.”

I opt for silence, watching as, rummaging again in the drawer, he produces cuffs.

This time it's my ankles. The cuffs snap around. “Now, Madam, up and over.”

?

“Master?”

For explanation, he simply grabs my ankles, and heaving, doubles me over on myself, my feet touching the bedhead bars. Spreading me, he clips the left cuff to a bar, then the right.

Moving back, he stands for a moment, a finger pressed to his lips, then returning, he snaps the left cuff open again. Easing it further left, he locks it shut again. My right ankle gets the same treatment, splaying me wide. “Are you comfortable? No back strain?”

“My back's fine, Master, but I don't feel I have too many secrets left.” Legs splayed, pussy splayed, my All displayed, this is no more than the truth.