The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Friends coming

I quickly crawled to the corner of my bed when he suddenly entered the door. His eyes now are no longer the same as last night. It was gentle again, back to normal, and remorse was obvious. I averted my eyes from him because I didn’t want to see him. To this day, my back and buttocks still hurt.

“Come here.”

His voice was weak, but I squeezed my body tighter at the corner of the bed as I hugged my knees. I was scared of him. How did he do that to me? Tears began to fall in my eyes again. I thought I had found a partner. It seemed like I had lost even more of the chance to break free from this hellish life.

“Don’t make me angry.” His voice was muffled again, so my eyes widened as I crawled towards him. He was standing on the side of the bed. He yanked my hair and then kissed me hard. I was surprised when he suddenly bit my lip. Tears came out of the corners of my eyes as I felt my lip crack.

He placed the medkit on the side table and then let go of my hair and lips. I couldn’t look at him because that wasn’t the Andrius I knew. I want to hug myself with pity because even though he has done that to me, my heart is still beating for him. I want to bang myself on the wall. He took off my clothes, then put alcohol in the cotton, then laid me on the bed. I do not speak.

I don’t want to talk because I might just say something he doesn’t want. I’m afraid of what he can do to me. I bit my tongue as he pressed the cotton on the part where he hit the belt last night. I can still feel how he whacked me with that without hesitation. I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wants.

When he finished. I was about to get up to go straight to the bathroom, but before I could get up, he put a chain on my foot. I was afraid to look at him. What’s this for? He was still busy fixing the chain and not looking at me. Why is he doing this to me?

“W-what is this?” I can’t straighten out my word. He came over to me and sat down next to me, but I moved rapidly so he wouldn’t touch me. He pulled my arm hard and put my face in the middle of his pants.

“Suck me.”

My hand trembled as I lowered his zipper and touched the ‘thing’ that was not yet standing. I was just about to touch it when he suddenly slapped it on my face.

I hate myself.

I hate myself because despite what he did, I’m still captivated by his body. My heart and body are still a slave to him. In just one word, he made my body willing to do what he wanted.

He chokes me.

He strangled me.

He kisses me.

He slaps me.

He has already done everything he can. I feel like a machine ready to do for him. He thrust in my mouth until he cum.

I never left. He pushed me hurriedly and hard on the bed since my body was already naked because he had wiped me with cotton already. I gave him free rein to do anything he pleased.

I caught my breath as he inserted his cock into my hole. I couldn’t breathe because it felt like my whole body was being torn apart. It was as if someone was stabbing me for what he did. I wanted to shout, but I bit my hand so I couldn’t make a noise.

He thrust fast without thinking about what I was feeling. All he thinks about is his body heat. Tears welled up in my eyes. It’s not like the ones I read in the book that will envelop you with warmth and zest to feel. When he saw the tears in my eyes, he showed no mercy at all. His expression was blank as he hurried in and out of me.

I feel the release of sticky liquid in conjunction with blood. Panting, I forced myself to get up when he left on top of me. I averted my gaze from him, then spoke.

“Free me.” Even though I couldn’t stand up, I insisted. He is now lying on the bed while I move away from him as if he is a virus. I used to like doing this to him. Now, I feel disgusted. He took something out of his pocket and threw the small key at me.

I undo the shackle myself. The loud chain rang on the floor and I stumbled into the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, I leaned to it and immediately covered my mouth so that we could not hear my voice.

I used to love him because of the way he treated me. Because I feel like I’m a fragile thing, the way he touches me and takes care of me. He never shows this part to me. It’s as if the wind gets stronger and it hugs you, but when you hug it, it is no longer the same as the wind that is comfortable and pulls you.

Hopefully, after opening up my eyes, everything is all just a lie. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I looked at my neck as the wound was visible. A loud bang on the door made me jump. In my fear, without hesitation, I opened it.

“Get ready. My friends are coming later.” After he said that, he stepped out and slam the door.

No. I hope I’m mistaken about him mentioning his pals and telling me to get ready and dressed.

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