Bought By The Billionaire - BDSM 18 novel Chapter 50

Oh, God…

He’s going to edge me…

On our vast marriage bed, blindfolded and restrained, quivering, I wait.

Lying on my back – sort-of - my hands are cuffed over my head to the bars of the headboard. Legs folded back so I’m doubled back on myself, my ankles too are cuffed to the bars, spread wide, exposing everything I have to my Master. A pillow pushed under my ass supports my back. The rest of me vibrates with tension.

My heart bangs and with the movement, small somethings bounce against my breasts, I’m guessing jewels to match the earrings and necklace my Master gifted me. But clipped to my nipples by biting teeth, with every heartbeat, the dancing gems bob and tug, sending pinpoint pain skittering to my open and welling pussy.

And there’s more to this ‘gift’?

Fingers touch my face and the blindfold flips back. Blinking a little against the light, I see my Master looking down at me. Soft-eyed, he murmurs, “My beautiful Elizabeth.” Then his smile turns wicked. “Time for the next part of your gift, my Love. I thought you would like to admire it before I fit it to you.”

He holds up a hand, displaying…

Oh, God…

The silvery surface reflects my face, weirdly curved over the tapered head and the wasp-waisted stem. Flipping it over, he displays the flattened base, set with a single sparkling glass gem, its facets slicing light into green shards.

Then the obvious question occurs to me. “Master, is that glass?”

He grimaces. “Glass? You think I would give you glass for a matching set? A wife as beautiful as mine should have jewels to highlight that beauty to best effect, no matter on which part of her body they are worn.” Tilting the plug one way and the other, catching the light, “It’s an emerald.”

He flips the blindfold down again. “Now, Elizabeth. You know where this is going. Relax.”

Relax?

Arms stretched to full extent, my thighs and calves thrumming with strain, and he wants me to relax?

A liquid chill trickles over my rear entrance. Then, another touch, this time something warmer. “I’m going to open you up first, Elizabeth, then you’re going to wear your jewel for me.”

The touch increases, a push, twisting, probing inward. Involuntarily, I draw in breath after shuddering breath of air as the finger penetrates, then briefly thrusts.

A voice from the darkness. “No, my Love, that's not the way at all. You’re clenching.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just loosen up. As I said, relax.”

“It’s… not easy. My whole body…”

“I don’t expect your whole body to relax. Just a single muscle.”

Swallowing, I inhale more deliberately. A deep lungful…

And another…

… and I let myself go loose.

“That’s better.” The finger bores in once more, circling as it does so, spiralling outward, stretching my flesh, opening me.

The finger withdraws.

Again, the liquid splash…

Fingers rubbing over my skin, one briefly penetrating…

The kiss of metal, smooth and hard. The touch is glacial. Running on automatic, the ring of muscle clutches, trying to tighten again, but I resist the impulse.

Still, as the tip penetrates, distending me wider, ever wider, my lungs draw in air… My heartrate increases…

Until, almost with a slick glide, the head slips inside and I close again over the neck.

“Elizabeth?”

“I’m good, Master.”

“You’re a little hoarse. Would you like some wine?”

“Yes. Please.”

My head pillowed, my body restrained, I expect him to cup my skull, angle me to drink from a glass. Instead, something touches to my lips. “Suck.”

Never have I read the book of etiquette on how to drink wine through a straw, but smooth and mellow, it does the trick, easing my dry throat, settling warm in my stomach.

“Drink some more. Let the alcohol work. I want you calm.” Humour ripples through the words. “You’re going to need it.”

Oh, God…

I don’t try to answer, simply sucking hard, gulping down the wine until… “That’s enough. I want you chilled out, not unconscious.” … and the straw leaves my lips.

My throat is no longer dry, and my pussy flows freely.

A movement of the mattress under me, a weight settling beside me. The warmth of a hand on my butt. The plug moves, pushing at me, pressing in. Once, twice, thrice…

“Sometime during the week, I’m going to fill you there myself, but for now, this will achieve what's necessary.” A pause, then, “Ah, I'm forgetting something, aren't I.”

A Click…

A hum…

No… A Buzzzzz…

A vibe?

He’s going to use the full toolkit on me all in one go?

The buzz grazes my inner thigh, tracing a line toward my sex, vibrating through skin and muscle as it goes. The line glides through the crease of my thigh taking the vibration with it, to hum through hip-joint and pelvis, refracting through to my core. Moaning, I flex against my restraints as inside, I ripple and pulse.