Bought By The Billionaire

“So, what do you think?” asks my Master. “How did it go?”
We are sitting in his office, following a meeting with Alexander Thornton, Senior and Jaye Thornton, Junior.
My Master, Richard Haswell, is negotiating a real estate deal with them worth tens of millions. I have been acting as secretary at
the meeting, taking the minutes. Also, I have been acting on instructions from my Master to be his eyes and ears; to gauge
reactions, to people-watch.
What do I think?
I sip my coffee, choosing my words.
“I think that Thornton Senior wants the deal. He thinks that being associated with the Haswell Corporation will enhance his
company’s reputation and that he will be able to pass that legacy to his son. However, I also think that Thornton Junior believes
the opposite; that their company will be swallowed whole by Haswell and lose its identity. It doesn’t matter to him how attractive
the deal is financially. He doesn’t want his father’s company to appear to be the junior partner.”
My Master chews his bottom lip and stares at the ceiling for a minute. “I think you’re spot on with that Elizabeth. Any suggestions
on how to deal with it?”
Sipping my coffee, I ponder for a minute. “Well, the actual deal is all but agreed, isn’t it? The legalities, the finances, the share
split, and so on. Am I right on that? No-one is saying that the deal discussed is unfair, or poor value?”
Nodding “Ah-ha...I would say so, yes.”
“Well, in that case, it’s about face-saving surely? Giving a perceived value to their input.”
“Okay... so......?”
“Suppose that some of the more visible parts of the project were branded with their company name, or even better, their names.
For example, there’s a theatre complex planned as part of the development isn’t there? It could be called something like the
Alexander Thornton Arts Foundation perhaps? I don’t think that would make any difference to you, would it?”
My Master snaps his fingers. “Perfect! You’re right. It’s all about Jaye Thornton’s ego. And you are quite correct. I don’t need my
self-image boosting. We’ll see if a little flattery will win their hearts and the deal.”
*****

Later that evening, we are sitting in a beautiful restaurant; myself and my Master, with Alexander and Jaye Thornton. The
surroundings are lovely, the staff excellent and the food is divine. However, the mood is tense.
Alexander Thornton is a man of perhaps sixty years old, silver-haired, twinkly-eyed and charming. His son, Jaye Thornton is a
fire-cracker, quick-tempered, good-looking and eager to take offence. I wonder how serious his father is about passing his
company on, to this impetuous young man.
“So,” begins my Master, addressing Thornton Senior. “What are your conclusions after our discussions this afternoon? It seems
to me that our offer is acceptable. The project is viable and both our companies have skills to bring to the table.”
Jaye jumps in before his father can speak. “No, it is not acceptable. Everything is set up so that your company sees all the
benefits, receives the publicity, everything. The Thornton Corporation....”
His father breaks in. “Now then Jaye. Calm down. This can work for everyone. We just have to find the right way of doing it.”
“I agree.” says my Master. “And in fact, Elizabeth had some thoughts about this very point....” He turns to me, waving his hand,
inviting me to speak.
Nervously, “Well, Mr Thornton...”
Smiling, “Alex, my dear...”
I nod acknowledgement of his courtesy. “Alex. Earlier today, you were talking about how you wanted to pass your company onto
your son....” I nod to Jaye, trying to address them both. “.... You were saying that you would like to retire and you were
considering your legacy; how you would be remembered for all the work you have done to build up your company...”
Alex is nodding encouragingly.
“Well, I was thinking that, in the eyes of the world, company names don’t mean much do they? But other things do. Things that
are more visible to the man in the street. John Doe doesn’t care about the name on the ‘Constructed by’ billboard. But if, for
example, the theatre complex were to be called something like ‘Alexander Thornton Arts Foundation’, it would mean a lot more
to him. The park area could be perhaps ‘The Thornton Recreational Facility’.” I grind to a halt, feeling a bit of a fool.
However, Jaye’s eyes have lit up. “That would be wonderful. Dad here would get the recognition he deserves for all his hard
work and the Thornton Corporation gets the prestige that it deserves.”
My Master swings his gaze to Thornton Senior. “So, Alex. What do you think?”

“I think we have a deal, Richard.” and he stands, hand offered.
My Master shakes hands with both Thorntons. “I’ll get the lawyers on to writing up a draft form of words tomorrow. We’ll get
something to you by Thursday for approval.”
“Agreed. And I think a toast to celebrate our agreement.” Alex holds up a champagne flute and we all clink glasses.
The remainder of the evening is spent in pleasant chit-chat.
Alexander says “So, what is your position in all this Elizabeth? Obviously, you are part of the Company, but do I take it that you
and Richard are......?”
I am unsure how to answer this, not knowing what my Master has told people about me. However, he smoothly interrupts my
confusion. “Yes, Alex. You’re quite right. Elizabeth and I, do enjoy more than a business relationship.” He takes my hand and
kisses it, his eyes soft as he gazes into mine.
As the conversation continues, light now, and cheerful, everyone smiling and relaxed, my Master’s hand strays down onto my
thigh, stroking me. I do not think he actually intends anything by it or is even really aware he is doing it, as he is engaged in
conversation. However, I have waited for this moment. My skirt was carefully chosen to be flattering, but apparently demure. To
the outside world, I must appear a princess. Caesar’s wife must be above suspicion. However, the skirt is a wrap-over and falls
easily aside with a little assistance.
I shift my position slightly, allowing the fabric of the skirt to fall to one side, giving my Master access to my stocking top and
naked thigh, discreetly hidden by the white linen tablecloth.
This, he does notice, and for a brief second, his eyes slide sideways to mine while he continues speaking with the Thorntons.
However, his hand continues its smoothing massage of my leg, gradually working further upwards and inwards. I admire the skill
with which his hand is moving, but his upper arm, visible to the outside world, remains stationary. And his conversation with Alex
and Jaye continues unbroken.
Suddenly I see the look of shock pass over his face. He coughs into his napkin to cover it. Alex looks concerned. “Are you alright
Richard? Have a glass of water.”
My Master nods and goes through the motions of drinking the water but his eyes meet mine with an unreadable expression. His
questing hand has just discovered that I am wearing no panties.

“More water Richard?” I ask, in a voice of concern, keeping all trace of laughter from my tone.
“Thank you, Elizabeth. Yes, I’m getting a little warm in here.”
*****
Arriving at my Master’s apartment, he opens the door and eye points-me in. “You. Inside.”
Obediently I enter, sucking in my cheeks as I try not to smile.
Closing the door behind him, my Master grabs me, shoving me up against the wall. “That was very naughty Elizabeth. Not
wearing panties for an important meeting. Suppose you’d had to bend over?”
“Sorry Master. But I didn’t have to bend over, and I was very careful. You would never have known about it unless your hand
hadn’t...”
“Answering back is also not the way to behave.” His voice is stern, but his eyes are laughing as he lifts me bodily against the
wall.
My God but he’s strong. “Put your arms around my shoulders,” he instructs, as he lifts my skirt, pulling it to one side and
exposing my nakedness underneath. I anchor my legs around his waist as he probes my pussy with a finger. “As I suspected,
sopping wet already, Elizabeth. I’ll have to do something about that.” His trousers are noticeably bulging.
I am trying, unsuccessfully, not to giggle as, while I hang around my Master’s shoulders and waist, he unbelts and unzips,
releasing his cock, already standing hard and stiff. My giggles turn to squeals as, with no ceremony, he pushes inside me, gently
once or twice, as he opens me up, then hard, ramming home.