The Billionaire's Sex Slave

I squirt

The night was over, the sun peeked out again. I heard the crows of chickens and saw the bright outside. I opened my eyes as someone pulled back the curtain, and it hit my eyes and face. My spirit woke up.

My eyes are still a little sore from crying, so I haven't awakened yet. I find it difficult to recall the last occurrence, as long as I just know we did something I shouldn't have enjoyed. When I adjusted my eyes, I blinked and thoroughly opened them.

I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Andrius was clutching his waist as he stared at me. I quickly creased my brow. He pulled his lips together as if he was offended and needed to say something. I also messed up my hair to fix it. It's good, and I'm wrapped in a blanket because I'm not certain if I have any clothing, but even if I don't, I'm not paying attention anymore. It's pointless hiding my body because he's already seen everything in me.

“Your food is already on the bedside table, just tell me when you will take a bath,” he said, pulling something from his back? Even though I was perplexed, I merely scowled and watched his every action.

“Why do I have to tell you that? I'm leaving,” I said, rolling my eyes. He was testing my patience early in the morning.

I was about to get up when I heard the sound of the chain.

I straightened up. Even if we don't get along, I keep thinking in my head that maybe I'm wrong and what I'm thinking isn't real. I felt it would be better not to look at what was making that noise, but when I eventually dropped my feet, I did. The cold wrapped my feet, and I felt the constricting iron clutching them to keep me from going.

What he did astound me. When I returned my gaze to him, he withdrew his gaze from me, my eyes are red and sharp. I didn't say anything, since he didn't want to look at me. I had no idea he'd stay good to his word and shackle me, so I wouldn't be able to leave.

He strolled up to the door and opened it without looking at me. My sympathy for him vanished instantly. When he had sad eyes, I assumed he was opposed to what he was doing. I could assume he wants to embrace me the way he stares at me with sad eyes, but I shouldn't feel sorry for the worldly people. Who desires and who doesn't care how I feel.

“ANDRIUS!” I yelled, but he didn't look at me. The chisel drew in my neck as he was about to come out, trapping me as if I were a bird prevented from leaving its cage. Because I have to be chained, I feel like a biting dog. Is this the love he claims to have? Is this the affection he desires for me?

“Eat that, there is also a phone that you can use to call me. Don't try to call others because you can't do that.” When he said that coldly, the door closed completely.

I was left stunned there and didn’t know what to think.

“ANDRIUS!” I shouted again, but he didn't seem to hear me anymore.

I picked up the phone that lay on the bedside table next to the dishes. It's just like the normal food he brings every morning. Bacon, sausage, egg, and miso soup. I quickly opened the phone and saw it didn’t have a passcode. I looked at the ones in the contacts and there was nothing there apart from the number alone.

“One and only”

That's the name that's on the list. I raised an eyebrow at myself because of that name. Is this some sort of joke? Is everything he's perceiving a comedy to him? Does it look like that I love what he does? Did he believe it was right to act away after he shackled me?

“HAA!” I can't believe the wind gust. “What the hell?” I'm already talking to myself because I'm unable to comprehend what this person is doing. I expected him to behave similarly to how he had previously treated me. That he will bring a large group of his buddies to do things with me again.

Explosively and heavily, I picked up the food that was on the side table because I wouldn’t call him, no matter what happened. He's tough, he's stupid! I will never call him even if the world collapses. How do I call the Attorney? I also have no clothes, how can I take a bath?

While chewing the food, my brain travels how I can get out of this place. Hell, for me, it is. Maybe in a day or two, his demon mother will be here again. To offer me money just to stay away from her son. It was funny because I could do that even if she didn’t give me money. I will stay away from her son.

I've only had a few mouthfuls, but it appears that I've overstepped my foolishness since I banged the bowl of miso soup. It got all over my clothing and legs, as well as the bed. Because of what occurred, my body feels sticky. I nearly itched because I wanted to take my clothes off and make them as a rag. However, I am afraid Andrius will walk in.

He seemed to have dressed me up after we performed the sexual thing last night. I was dressed in a loose white shirt and boxer shorts. All of this appeared to him to be true. And all the garments are his. When I realized it, I looked to my side, where the phone was. Even though I didn't want to call him or dial his phone. Finally, I did. He instantly returned my call after only one ring.

“Did you realize how much you missed me right away? I'm less than ten minutes down, and you are me phoning now.” I could hear his grin on the other end of the line, but I stared angrily, even though he couldn't see what I was doing.

“Fuck you.”

“I love you too.” He answered what I told him.

I'm going crazy over to how this man teases me. He knows nothing else to do but give me trouble. If he thinks everything is all right, he is mistaken. To this day, the resentment inside me lingers after what he did to my family. Especially with Cole and Cassandra.

“I'm going to take a bath.” That’s all I said after the phone was turned off. I proceeded to remove the soup that went on my clothes and legs. I don’t know what dress I’m going to wear after I take a bath.

The door opened in less than two minutes. I stood up without looking at him. I was still removing the soup, but I had spoken to him. “Hurry and get this shackle off my body because it's sticky.”

When he wasn't moving, I looked up at him, he is staring at my wet boxer and top shirt, his eyes seeming to heat up and seeming to grab me at any moment. I also looked at my cloth and quickly hugged myself when I saw traces of my nipple, which I hadn't noticed before because I was more concerned with removing water from my legs.

“You pervert!” I roared.

“You should stop being sexy, so I won't stare at you,” he said, taking a step towards me, so I took a step back.

I dropped on the bed because I instantly felt the bed behind my foot. He even approached me, and I expected him to halt in front of me, but he astonished me by separating my legs with his knee. He positioned it amid my legs, and his knee immediately collided with the private part of my body.

I pushed him, but he didn't even move in his place. I almost lay in the bed because of what he was doing. But I was surprised when he rubbed his hand on the boxer. The strong voltage of electricity immediately went up through my body. The part of the boxer he was holding was the one I had wet, and it was located in the middle part of my body.

Because of what he did, I instantly grabbed his arm. That's all the movement he's making; it's as if he's sucking my vitality. What's more, he did something much more heinous. My indignant posture rapidly faded, so I bit my lip.

“You're so wet, baby,” he said into my ear, making my hair stand on end. I swallowed repeatedly until I ran out of saliva, at which point I had to stop. My hands shook as I gripped his arm.

I was surprised when he laid me down on the bed and knelt in front of me, on the floor. He lifted my legs and opened them wide. I heard the sound of the chain because of his sudden rise in my legs. He pulled me, so I could lower my body even more. I tugged at his hair with my left hand and held it tightly to the cover of the bed when I immediately felt his tongue inside the sensitive part of my body. He was just playing with my clit and his tongue seemed to be fighting there. Sometimes, he would suddenly suck my hole as if it were his food.

“N-no.” I don’t recognize that voice. That doesn't seem to be my voice. I grabbed him with two hands as he inserted his middle finger while sucking my core. I'm going crazy.

I don’t know where to focus. Not only that, but I want him to stop because I can’t cope with the extreme sensation. His head was almost squeezed because my legs were so restless, but he prevented it from closing with his other hand. My eyes are staring, and they seem to come out and spit. My eyeballs are almost white.

I just enjoyed what he was doing until I could gradually feel him touching my G-spot. How many times did he do that until I finally couldn’t stop myself? It's like I can pee in the boxer shorts I'm wearing. I want to remove his finger, but I want it. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“O-oh. It's almost … there … ” When I said that word, more than just liquid came out.

I squirt.