Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 14: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Fourteen

Grabbing the bottle of baby oil, I slide it inside myself. My aching cunt welcomes it, taking it in as I first test for fit, and then plunge it deep inside, fucking myself hard, again and again. The bottle is slippery with oil and slick with my juices, but I ram it home, over and over. At some level, I am conscious that the headboard is clattering against the wall, but I don’t care.

Now my orgasm builds, the tension mounting, blood pounding in my ears, my body arched rigidly, my thighs shuddering and trembling in my search for climax.

With an unquenchable heat, my orgasm takes me. My pussy sends pulsating spasms through my body. My thighs and stomach throb and clench in a rhythm that takes me completely, and I cry out, still working the bottle inside myself, making the ecstasy last as long as I can, drawing out the moment when my Master will leave me.

Pumping away at myself, I hold onto the crescendo as long as I can, before it becomes unbearable, and with a gasp, I whip the bottle out of my still spasming cunt and lie, gasping and panting, on the mattress.

As the climax passes and my breathing slows, there is banging on the wall. “Keep that fucking noise down!”

To hell with the neighbours. I’ll be out of here soon.

*****

I do not see my Master for some days while he is out of town. When he does reappear at the office, on the occasions that I see him, he seems distracted and says little to me. I wonder if I have done something wrong, or worse, if he is growing tired of me.

Then, Francis, his personal assistant, buzzes me. “Beth, can you come up, please? He wants to see you.”

“I’m on my way.”

As I step out of the lift, Francis is sitting behind her desk outside the office, a thoughtful expression on her face. There are angry voices coming from behind the door to Richard’s office.

Francis meets my eyes with raised eyebrows. “Hi, Beth. I’d take a seat if I were you. I don’t know how long this is going to be.”

The shouting continues. After a few more minutes, and with one voice becoming ever louder and angrier, Francis picks up the phone. “Frank? Yes? Can you send security up to the tenth floor, please? Yes, that’s right. Now.”

As she puts the phone down, the office door bangs open, and Mack Kane storms out, red-faced and furious. Slamming the door closed, he sees me and takes a step towards me, murder in his eyes. “Don’t think I don’t know it was you, you little bitch …”

I have no idea what he is talking about, and involuntarily I sit back in my chair as Mack steps closer to me, one hand raised.

Thankfully, the lift doors swish open and out step two blue-uniformed security guards. Mack sees them and backs off. At the same moment, Richard comes out of his office, looking stern but calm. “Francis, can you call Security, please … Ah, already here, I see. Thank you, Francis. Ben, Alan, can you please accompany Mr Kane to the exit. He will not be needing his security badge any longer. And he is not to be readmitted without my express permission.”

He turns back to Francis. “Francis, please clear Mr Kane’s desk and forward any personal effects to his home address.”

Mack is almost purple with fury and turns to me, jabbing a finger in my direction with a clear threat in his eyes. “You bitch. You haven’t heard the last of this …”

I am completely baffled. “I’m sorry, but I don’t underst..”

Richard interrupts. “Are you threatening a member of my staff, Mr Kane? Should we call the police?”

Mack falls silent, but his face is still mottled red with fury. Stiffly, he turns and heads for the lift, accompanied by the security guards. As the doors swish closed behind them, Richard turns to Francis. “Make sure he’s out of the building and that all the reception staff have clear instructions that he’s not to be permitted back in. Then, get onto IT, and have his security codes and passwords changed immediately.”

Francis nods. “Yes, Mr Haswell.”

He takes a deep breath and stares up at the ceiling for a moment. Exhaling, he says, “Francis, a pot of coffee, please, as soon as you get the chance. Elizabeth, in here if you would. You deserve an explanation.”

I follow him into the office, and he waves me to the settee. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Elizabeth, I’m sorry. This wasn’t your fault. When you brought me that file of inconsistencies that you said you didn’t understand, you were quite correct. Those inconsistencies were not your misunderstanding of the procurement system. As I read through, and then when I investigated more deeply, it was quickly clear that what appeared to you to be the case, in fact, was the case. Someone was, in effect, having the same goods and services charged for twice, and sometimes more than twice. It would have been discovered at some point with a physical inventory count, but that could have been months away, and in the meantime, you have saved the company a great deal of money.”

Francis comes in with the coffee, deposits the tray, and leaves again. Richard pours two coffees, and I sip at mine, a bit lost for words.

He leans forward and takes my hand. “Elizabeth, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your quick wits and your eye for detail. A lot of people would have, if they had spotted the problem at all, passed over the mystery and moved on. You struggled with it and came to me with your dilemma.” He laughs. “It goes without saying that if you encounter any more such inconsistencies, I want you to come straight to me with them again.”

I ponder the implications. “What will happen to him? Will you call the police?”

Richard shrugs. “I don’t think so. It would be hard to prove that it was Mack. When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. However, I caught him out, unexpectedly, today. No doubt if the police came in, he would have his answers ready, and in the meantime, the company’s shares would be falling. No, he’s out, and he won’t be coming back. And he’ll not find it easy to get another job. You on the other hand …”

“What made him think it was me?”

“I didn’t tell him that it was you, Elizabeth, but he knew which files you’d been looking at, and which projects you’d focused on. It didn’t take him long to work it out when I started asking him specific questions.”

I am really worried now. “He looked really mad. I thought he was going to hit me, but then the security guards arrived.”

Richard pauses. “Is that right? Just like him to blame someone else for his situation.” He rubs his chin. “Hmm … just in case, I think we’ll get you out of that old apartment of yours, now. Get you to a new address. Would you mind that?”

“Well, no, but I was going to move at the end of the month when I could make the deposit for the rent.”

“I want you out of there before then. Where is the new apartment you have in mind?”

“It’s in the Crown Towers development, you know, one of those new ones they’ve just built.”

He smiles. “Yes, I know them. C’mon, let’s go see.” He buzzes the intercom. “Francis, can you call a car, please? We’re going to be out for a couple of hours.”

*****

In the privacy of the back of the car, I finally say, “I thought I had done something to upset you.”

My Master looks startled. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, you dropped me off at my old flat last week and then I didn’t see you again, or barely. And when I did see you, you didn’t speak. I …” I falter. Am I safe to say this? “I …I missed you.”

“I’m sorry about that, Elizabeth. I have to say that I also missed our, er … adventures together.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t neglect you. I don’t want you wandering off, looking for pastures anew.”

“Oh, I won’t do that. We have a deal, don’t we? Anyway, I um … I sorted myself out,” I confess, blushing crimson upon realising what I have just blurted out.

A rainbow of expressions crosses my Master’s face - surprise, shock, and then, a sunrise of sensual pleasure. He tilts his head, and then taking my hand, he presses it against his groin, moving my hand in his, over him, showing me what is required of me. Through the fabric of his trousers, I can feel his cock stirring to life.

He leans closer to me, his voice low and breathy by my ear. “So, you missed me, and you fucked yourself instead?”