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,”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“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.

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

Why did I feel so miserable?