All Chapters of Bought By The Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It's hot; stuffy and hot. I load my cleaning cloths and sprays onto the cart and push it along the corridor. It's a high-class hotel and normally it's very comfortable working here, but the air-con isn't working properly and so my daily job of room cleaning is very uncomfortable today. I take the elevator up to my next room, the penthouse suite and unlock the door. It is a stunning room, bright and sunny, and when I cleaned it through the day before, it smelled pleasantly of the occupant, a mixture of expensive aftershave and a musky male scent. The scent still lingered, in stark contrast to my own clammy and sweaty odour.I consider the owner of the aftershave for a moment as I open the window to let in sunshine and fresh air. I saw him leaving a few minutes ago, so I know I am clear to clean the room. He was dressed smart casual, wearing an expensive jacket with a loose linen shirt; perfect in this heat; and tight black jeans cut to flatter his noticeably male physique. He strode d

I am panting uncontrollably now. He kneels and straps in first one ankle, and then the other. My feet are held firmly apart, my hands are tied securely above me, and my legs are spread wide.He stands up and steps back, looking me up and down, just standing there, with his arms folded and his head tilted. Just looking."You are really beautiful, you know. With a figure like that. And your hair... What are you doing in a job like this?"He comes close to me, almost but not quite, touching. I can smell him, warm and spicy, and I can feel his breath on me. I am longing for him inside me.Carefully, and touching no other part of me, he reaches for and rubs my left nipple. The steam of my shower has cleared now and so I am cooling off. Under the influence of chill and arousal, my nipples are hard, crinkling with stimulation. He tweaks the nipple, smiles, and nods while "Hmmming" to himself.He releases my nipple. Still touching no other part of me, he reaches down between my sprea

I stand in the corridor, speechless, but gasping.A complete stranger has brought me to the verge of the most explosive orgasm ever and then stopped, shoving me out into this corridor to carry on cleaning hotel rooms. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?I stare at the closed door and want to shout the question at its blank surface, but if I was heard shouting in the hotel, I might lose my job. I could cry over the sheer letdown of what has just happened.Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a hair tie, pinning my long red locks, still damp from the shower, back onto my head. I start to step towards my trolley, full of cloths and brushes and furniture polish, but as I move, I am brought to a sudden stop by the vibration of the egg, still whirring away inside me. I yelp and then clap a hand over my mouth in case anyone hears me.The door opens again. He stands there, wearing an arrogant smile. "Still here, Elizabeth? I said to come back later. What time do you come off-shift?"

The shower is blissful, and I alternate with hot and cold jets, spraying the water over my breasts and stomach. My pulse is slowing and my breathing is returning to normal. The shampoo and the soap are wonderful, expensively perfumed, and I inhale deeply through the steam. Stepping out, the towels are huge and fluffy. Only the best in this suite.Although I have been told to leave my skirt, I do not quite like to step naked into the room. I shake my head. Shy? I have just allowed a man I only met for the first time two hours ago, to tongue-fuck me to orgasm, and now I'm bashful about it?I dry my hair so that it falls long and loose around my tiny waist, and then step into the lounge wearing a white bathrobe.He looks up from where he is pouring champagne into two glasses. "Ah, there you are. I thought I might have to come looking for you."I suddenly feel awkward again. "My hair takes a long time to dry."Now, looking at me admiringly, he comes up close, lifting my long t

Quivering and trembling, I hear him speak again. "Just to remind you, Elizabeth, you can tell me to stop at any time, but if you do, everything stops, and you go home. Say yes if you understand.""Yes."I am almost palpitating now to have my Master inside me. His penis pushes against my pussy lips and I move my hips to accommodate his huge erection, tilting myself for easy access. The vibe was a poor substitute for what I truly want. I pulse with arousal, frantic now to have that cock, to swallow it within, to take it as far as it will go, balls-deep into me. Once, twice, it pushes against me, easing me open, slippery and wet. My pussy muscles jump in reflex, tightening around my Master, as he hesitates on the brink, not yet penetrating, not yet filling me as I want."What do you want, Elizabeth? You may speak."I don't hesitate. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me."His penis eases against my pussy and my muscles twitch. I lean back as far as I can, to take it, but again, he pulls awa