Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

“Please don’t do this, Ryan. I beg you with everything I have,” Ophelia whimpered as I lapped at her pussy from behind, while also slipping my middle finger inside her ass below the anal hook to increase her agony.

I scoffed in response as I grabbed her ass and placed it directly against my cock. Then gradually, I started feeding my cock into her core. I bit back a groan as her warmness enveloped me, and tightened around my cock.

I planted a spank to her ass and watched the full cheeks wildly jiggle with a smirk. Afterward, I held onto her waist as I started thrusting slowly into her.

I groaned in ecstasy as I kept delivering interval smacks to her ass at numerous intervals. She was grunting in pain, and still thrashing wildly even though I had clearly overpowered her.

Her feistiness only made me more aroused, and I growled before I forced her to remain rooted to a spot on the bed.

“You like this, don’t you?” I asked, licking my lips as beads of perspiration formed on my forehead.

“I hate you,” Ophelia muttered, in a voice barely above a whisper.

I locked my jaw as a mixture of ecstasy and ire bubbled inside me at Ophelia’s utterance.

“You will fucking shut that damned thing you call a mouth up before I do something worse to you,” I gritted out, tightening my grip on her waist and slicing through her soft skin with my fingernails.

“Y-you possibly can’t do anything worse than this, can you?” She retorted.

I chuckled mirthlessly before I spanked her ass once more, taking no offense to her surprisingly defiant words.

I was determined to release my pent-up anger and stress that afternoon.

I pulled out of her warmth and watched her shudder before I stealthily rolled the condom off my cock. I smirked to myself as I pushed my dick back inside her.

I had found a way to punish her more.

“N-no, Ryan. P-please don’t do it without protection,” She squeaked after I had completely buried myself inside her.

In response, I huffed and paid no attention to her as I started plowing deep into her.

Damn, not prepping Ophelia was the best. She was tighter and firmer around my cock.

Being selfish was always the best. I had no idea why I used to prep her before I fucked her in the past.

After all, I bought and owned her, so it was her duty to please me and not the other way around.

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight,” I groaned, increasing the speed of my thrusts as I squeezed my eyes shut.

I never wanted to be a changed person. I wanted to be more brutal, so I could have sex in more adventurous ways with Ophelia. I desperately hoped she got on my nerves more in the future.

Vegas was right. I was a deranged person but if being in a deranged person meant getting good sex on the daily and fucking Ophelia in an intensifying manner like that, then cool, I was fine being one.

I noticed Ophelia had still not gotten wet while I was on the verge of releasing into her. She didn’t let out as much as a squeak anymore, it was as if she had resigned to fate, and was just allowing me to do as I pleased with her.

I studied her plain expression through the mirror that was placed in front of her, and I snickered.

That wasn’t fun. I wanted her to scream, squirm and thrash about on the bed like before. I wanted to hear her desperate pleading with me to stop it.

I didn’t like whatever it was Ophelia was doing.

But it was too late to do anything, so I just continued thrusting mercilessly into her as I felt the familiar feeling of sensual pleasure stemming inside me, aching to be released into Ophelia’s warmth.

“Almost there,” I muttered, as I continued delivering sleek, long strokes into her.

With a thunderous growl, I released inside her as I continued spanking her ass recklessly. Watching her ass lobes jiggle made cum continue spurting out of my tip endlessly.

After I finished, I pulled out of her with a sigh as I observed my cum trickling out of her.

With a smirk, I reached over and plucked the hook out of her ass. I expected her to say something nasty to me when I did but I got no utterance from her.

I frowned to myself but uncuffed her wrists anyway.

With a muffled groan, she got up from the bed and stared at me with huge eyes devoid of emotion. For a split second, it felt like I was staring into a mirror; her eyes were cold enough to chill my bones.

There was no hint of a smile behind her beautiful eyes. Ophelia’s coffee orbs were empty, and her face was stained with dried tears trickling.

I almost felt bad for what I had done to her but then I remembered I was a heartless jerk, so I just smirked down at her to provoke her into speaking to me.

I wanted Ophelia back. The Ophelia who would defiantly talk back at me with a wild glint of mischief flashing across her eyes. For a moment, my evil counterpart dissipated, and I almost reached out to take Ophelia’s hands into mine, and apologize for what I did to her.

But I remained rooted to a spot and my mouth remained clamped shut.

“Can I leave now?” She croaked.

I opened my mouth to respond but only tufts of cold air escaped my lips before she could think of me as vulnerable, I cleared my throat and nodded.

“I’m sorry, Ophelia. I’m so sorry for doing that to you. I shouldn’t have done something as evil to you, I was only enraged by the sight of you with that fucking bastard. I promise I’ll never do something as heinous to you anymore, please forgive me, pearl,” I apologized inwardly as I watched her solemnly throw her clothes on.

“What will you say to your master for giving you such a pleasant punishment?” I blurted out without thinking, and instantly, I regretted it when Ophelia darted an emotionless gaze at me.

I was nothing but a fucking asshole, I inwardly cursed myself.

“What do you want me to say?” She whispered.

“Talking back at me, huh? You are surely getting braver, aren’t you?” I thundered, expecting her to flinch, but to my utter bewilderment, she didn’t.

She just stared up at me before bowing, “Thanks, Master for your benevolence and immense consideration,”

“Is that better?” She asked, clasping her satchel across her chest.

I only scoffed in response and turned my back against her to suppress another venomous word from escaping my mouth. I sensed her leave after sliding the door shut.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I plopped onto my throne chair, now fully clothed with a desolate sithe.

Why did I feel so miserable?