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As my Master unloads suitcases, I race around the house, exploring. Everything is beautiful. Everything is…Perfect…Upstairs, a suitcase in either hand, he nods me to a door. "I assume you'll want to sleep in the Master bedroom." Something in his tone makes me double-take to his expression. Mischief lurks behind a bland expression. Following his gaze, I open the door for him and step inside.It's a gorgeous room, not that I expect anything less now. Thick carpets. Walls in eggshell cream. Matching wardrobes, dressing table and drawers, all in beautiful french-polished timber.A basket chair hangs from the ceiling, overlooking the panorama outside. I pause in mid-step, eyeing the ceiling hook speculatively before being drawn back to the main feature…A four-poster bed…And it's huge.Heavy dark-wood posts, carved and whorled, support sturdy cross-posts. Curtains in a rich brocade swing from heavy-duty brass rings… Rings far in excess of what is needed to hang curtains.I trail fingers
Bought By The Billionaire Chapter 66
"What I need is someone to take the disparate projects across the City and tie them together. To have the creativity and the imagination to remove the bad, preserve the good, but with the technical skills to make it happen.""Isn't Bob Moran your director for that?""Yes, he is…" My Master purses his lips, folds his arms. "Bob's a good man. Solid and reliable. I know I can trust him to do good work. That's why he's my Technical Director. But… he's not young and it's showing. His health isn't good. Truly, I think he's just counting down the days to retirement.""But… surely… You must be able to call on any number of other people. Project managers. Architects. Engineers. City planners.""I can, yes." He sounds frustrated. "But I don't need any number of people. What I need is just one man… or woman for that matter… whose vision would match mine but whose skills would complement mine. I need a… an Imagineer. I need…"His words are cut off as the breeze blusters, carrying spray into the ai
Bought By The Billionaire Chapter 67
Lips curving, eyes creasing, my Master's gaze briefly lifts to mine, then lowers again as he drops his face into my cleavage, mouthing over heating skin. A hand works up under the hem of my skirt, fingering into my panties. "Ah, wet already." Fingers probe, penetrating my liquefying entrance, pump me once, twice, then withdraw.He stands back, sucking his fingers with the air of one sampling a fine vintage. "Hmmm… Good, but you need a little more yet…" His eyes settle on my belt. "That's got to go."Fumbling at the buckle, he opens it, slips the belt free of the skirt and tosses it aside. Then, reaching around, he slides the skirt around, bringing the zipper to the front. Head tilting, he sucks in his cheeks then, with a hand to either side of the zipper, he grips and heaves.For a moment, the zipper resists. But only for a moment. The slider skitters down the teeth, the whole thing yawns to a Y, then the metal base-stop abandons the fight and the zipper rips apart. As it splits, the t
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My Master is close to me. So close. His breathing bathes me in waves. The warmth of exhalation. The coolth of inhalation. But he no longer touches me. "That's good, Elizabeth. That's very good. When you get control of yourself again, I'll give you more."Control?My thighs are shuddering with strain. My arms sagging. "Master, I don't think I can support myself much longer."No? That would be a shame. When I was just about to do this."His mouth opens over my clit, the tongue probing the root, flicking the tip, fluttering and flirting and flitting around the shaft…Fingers plunge inside me, pistoning then reaching, up toward my belly, my g-spot, rubbing, massaging, scraping…I scream…… and spasm into orgasm.Hips bucking, without meaning to, I find myself driving myself up from my feet, pushing my pelvis into my Master's face. Locking arms around my thighs, he plants himself against me, pressing in, tongue-fucking deep into my erupting core…Pulsing and gushing, I howl and wail and…I'
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"Welcome back! Mr Haswell. Mrs Haswell." Beaming, my Master's PA, Francis, rises from the seat behind her desk, already moving for the coffee machine. "I do hope your honeymoon was everything you hoped for?""It was, Francis, yes," says my Master. "And thank you for the wedding gift." He gives her a lopsided smile. "I never suspected we would need personalised His and Hers socks until Elizabeth unwrapped the parcel."Her lips twitch. "What else do I give to the couple that has everything? Including now, the partner each so richly deserves." My inner glow at her words reflects in her warm smile.Crinkly-eyed, my Master jerks a thumb toward his office door. "Is there much waiting for me?"Francis pulls a face. "I filtered out as much as I could, and I've put anything that looks like a late-coming congratulations card in a separate pile on your desk. The main items for your immediate attention are a short letter from Alexander Thornton asking for clarification on some details with the Pen
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Will turns to me. "Beth, while it's just you and me, there's something I'd like to say to you.""Oh?" I wasn't expecting one of those conversations. I take shelter with my wineglass, giving my hands and mouth something to do. "What's that then?"He gives a half-smile. Perhaps he expected my reaction…A knack for reading people?You don't become police commissioner without it…Will continues, "Old friends and, I'll admit, shameless intrigue aside, I really did want the chance to talk to you properly."I feel my face pinking up. "I was in a bit of a whirl actually. At the wedding, I mean. I kept trying to talk with people, but…""Too many strange faces?" He sounds sympathetic… "… The thing is, when you marry the wealthiest man for a hundred miles, everyone who's anyone, or who thinks they're anyone, wants to be seen to be there. And for reasons of… diplomacy… Richard has to go along with that kind of thing. As his wife, I'm afraid you must expect to be at the heart of a lot of political
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Slipping off my robe, in the dim warmth of our bed, I lie under the blankets with my Master, enclosed by his embrace. We lie together, not speaking, just being, listening to the music and the drifting words…I lie abed alone at night and see with only dreaming eye…Through panes, the moon casts silver trace…The shadows form my lover's face…Beside me now my lover lies…"Lovely music," I say. "I don't know the piece. What is it?""Not sure," he says. "I just set a play-list going, chill-out music." He tilts his head, listening. One arm looped around me, his fingers idle between my shoulders, stroking. I'm not sure he even realises he's doing it. Fingertips trail between one shoulder blade and the other, grazing the nape of my neck before winding lazy circles around the top of my spine."That's lovely."He blinks out of his reverie. "Hmmm? What's that?""What you're doing there, Master. It feels lovely.""Does it? I'll keep going then, shall I?" The hand skims my body. Not hard. Not wit
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My Master sheaths himself inside me…And he holds. "Elizabeth, a good sub always gives easy access to her Dominant."Hint taken…Canting my hips. I swing my legs up and wide, to wrap around his waist, but as I do so, he withdraws, slapping palms to the back of my knees, leaning his weight forward to spread me further, my legs doubled back, my sex spread, displayed and accessible.He releases a little pressure from my knees. "Can you hold that position?""Um… Some support perhaps, Master? Under my hips."He nods, short and sharp, then tugs a pillow from his side of the bed, pushing it under me and into the small of my back. "Better?""Yes, much better." I shift, flexing my spine, curving back on myself to keep my legs splayed as my Master wishes."Good girl…"He doesn't smile, but his pupils are huge and black as he trails fingers along the inner thigh of one leg, then reaches for the other with his mouth. To one side, nails once more dig in, a pin-prick line of pain which trips downwar
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