The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

My heart pounded inside my chest. ‘Is he going to torture me?’ I wondered. Despite feeling a bit anxious, curiosity drove me to allow him to guide me and take control. In the end, I was certain he would never hurt me, at least not physically, as he had already hurt me emotionally before.

My hands were tied above my head with his tie, and my eyes were covered, leaving me completely blinded. His husky voice sent shivers down my spine as he whispered, “Blindness will boost your sensation to my touch.”

“Okay, but untie my hands. I want to feel you,” I mumbled with anticipation.

“No touching. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he said, his voice a little harsh. I sensed he was in a sadistic mood. So, anxiety and expectation surged within me. I wouldn’t lie and say that I was sturdy. I was anxious but yearning for the experiment as well.

I was lying on the sofa, my hands tied above my head and my eyes completely blinded. Despite my inability to see, I could sense his presence from his aura and the familiar fragrance that I had been addicted to since childhood. Knowing exactly where he stood, I wrapped my legs around his slim waist. As my legs made contact with his body, he tensed up and growled with a warning tone, “Don’t ever do anything I haven’t allowed you to do previously!!”

Then he pulled himself out of my leg’s embrace. I didn’t reply for a moment. I didn’t know what to say; his rules were a little strict.

I cleared my throat and inquired, “How would we make love without touching?”

I heard him pulling something before he answered me, and I assumed it was his trouser belt. Suddenly, he held my chin tightly between his tall fingers and grunted, “I touch you where you’re not allowed to until I give you my permission,” his grip tightened on my chin once he added, “Besides, we’re not making love. We’re fucking.”

He released my chin just to boldly pass his fingers over my breasts, then down to my thighs and in between them. I let out a small moan once he stopped his fingers there.

“Mine. All of this is mine,” he mumbled, tweaking me on my body. I fidgeted a little on the sofa, feeling some pain.

“You have to remember the safe word, Natalie. Use it once you feel you need it,” he confirmed, and I nodded.

Without warning or preamble, I felt a small pummel on my skin. My body stiffened from surprise. I sensed what he was using to pummel my body. Was it my silicon pen?

He kept using strange methods to touch me, torturing and teasing me in a bittersweet way. I could no longer bear the feeling of desire that would explode within me at any moment.

I begged him in a breathy tone, “Raf, please!”

He removed the cover from my eyes, making my vision hazy. I blinked several times to adjust to the sudden light. When my gaze fell on him, I saw pure anger flashing in his eyes. I wondered, ‘What was he angry about?’

Bang, I realized that I called him by his name, so I corrected myself promptly and stammered, “Master, P… Please!”

His lips curled into a smile, but it was devoid of joy. “We’re not finished, darling. We’re only halfway there,” he pressed his lips robustly against mine and added, “I’ll allow you a little trace. But don’t reach your orgasm until I permit it.”

I was stunned. Is he serious? And from the look on his face, I knew he was.

Is that even possible? How will I control myself?

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The moments later were the strangest moments of my life. How could anyone enjoy the pain?

Anyway, he was literally diving into me, not a metaphor. He bit and licked every inch of my body, sniffing my skin like a heroin addict. With a hoarse tone, he whispered, “You’re so delicious. More delicious than I ever imagined a woman could be!”

I didn’t know if I should laugh with joy at his compliment or hit him for comparing me with other women while we were in this intimate.

“I’m addicted to you, my whore,” he whispered, and I was shocked.

‘Whore?’ I couldn’t believe he really called me a whore!

He started sucking my neck so ruffly. I was sure there would be bruises and love bites on my neck in the morning.

I couldn’t control my body shivers as he fucked me roughly. The pain merged with the pleasure, making me moan loudly. He covered my mouth with his lips to stifle my loud moans. I was about to reach my orgasm when he stopped; his kisses became even more cruel. I even tasted blood.

But all I craved was to release my orgasm. I didn’t care about my loud moans that might be heard by the domestic staff, or about the love bites that started to hurt me.

I raised my lower body up towards his, inciting him to continue. But he kept stopping moving each time I was about to reach my orgasm. I begged in a low voice, “Please.”

He slapped me forcefully on the side of my thighs, then pushed his body harder and harder. Harder to the limit where I felt he would cut me in half.

“Gentler, gentler please,” I moaned.

I retreated to the back, trying to distance myself from him. But as I did, he grabbed my pelvis from the side, while his other hand held his trousers belt. I gasped when I saw the belt.

He didn’t give me any time to think. In one fell swoop, he flogged my thigh. Even though the pain was bearable and mild, my mind couldn’t tolerate it. Why did he have to hit me?

My head was spinning. Should I let him finish what he was doing? Or should I stop him?

At a loss, obediently, I submitted to him. I decided to fully experience the experiment, in all its facets, to determine whether I wanted to sign the contract or not. And that thought shocked me. Was I unconsciously considering signing the contract? I knew I was willing to take any risk just to gain his love. But this wasn’t love, though.

Thank God!

He didn’t last long in this. He threw the belt away and started to fuck me. Our eyes met, and I saw a gleam in his eyes, which increased the hope inside me.

A shiver ran through every inch of my body. I knew I was about to reach my orgasm, so I shouted between heavy breaths, “Let me have my orgasm, please!”

Surprisingly, he ordered in a husky tone, “Have your orgasm now, my slave!”

My body shivered immediately. I closed my eyes and felt my body quiver with pleasure. I let out a loud moan as I climaxed, and my body shuddered with pleasure. At the same time, he growled in a raspy voice.

Suddenly, the storm of emotions stopped. He pulled away and stepped back, a wicked smile on his face.

He went straight to the bathroom attached to my room. I sat, trying to stand, but my knees were like jelly. They were shivering and trembling, so I leaned back. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes, only to see Rafael staring at me with an amused smile.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I tried to cover my body, even though everything had happened between us moments ago. He chuckled and then lifted me into his arms. I exclaimed, “What are you doing? Put me down!”

He kissed me on my forehead and replied nonchantly, “No, I’m going to take care of you!”

I raised an eyebrow and wondered, “Take care of me?”

“Yes. I’ll bathe you and feed you.”

I stared at him as he headed towards my bathroom, holding me between his solid arms.

“What?” he asked, amusement obvious on his face.

“Feed me!” I scoffed.

“Didn’t I tell you that I’m a good chef?”