Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

“Ophelia, are you okay?” Jason asked me when he noticed I had remained unmoving and frozen after Ryan left the living room.

I concealed my fear, and nodded to him with a small smile, “Yes, I am,”

“I’m going to see what Ryan needs, I’ll be right back,” I told Jason and patted his shoulder before I trekked to the staircase, and climbed it with my heart in my mouth.

It was obvious that Ryan was mad at me or at something I did to him, and no matter how hard I tried to rummage my thoughts to think of what I could have done, I just couldn’t place a finger on it.

With a deep exhale, I knocked on the door and waited for him to usher me in.

“Come in,” I heard him gruff, and that only made me more scared as the thought of running into my room and bolting it from inside to hide from Ryan’s wrath struck me but I shook the thought away and pushed the door open.

“You c-called me,” I stammered as I stood with my hands clasped in my front, and at a reasonable distance away from Ryan who was standing menacingly in the middle of the room with a scowl, and his hands slipped inside his pockets.

I noticed that he had taken off his waistcoat, suit jacket, and tie. He was now left in a black dress shirt which had half of the buttons unattached, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of black dress pants.

“Ophelia, who do you belong to?” Ryan asked me as he approached me with a demeaning glare, and instinctively I slowly retreated from him until my back was directly glued against the wall, and there was no place for escape anymore for me.

“I-I don’t understand what you mean by that,” I croaked as he slammed his hands against either side of my head and glared down at me. His murderous glare almost made me shit my pants.

His grey eyes had turned into a wicked ashen hue, and it seemed as if there was no emotion in them.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to understand what I mean, I’ll show you who your fucking master is today,” He whispered before he dragged me away from the wall by my arm to his walk-in closet.

I stared at his side profile with fear-glazed eyes, as cold sweat rapidly oozed out of my skin. My breath hitched and I started panting in fear as I watched him click on a button on the wall.

Where was he taking me to? What had I done to deserve his wrath? I thought, having no guts to ask him as I shook with fear.

I gasped as the shirts shelf slid open to a red room that had all sorts of adult toys ranging from anal hooks, dildos, whips, an x-cross, and other intimidating-looking sex toys that I had never seen before, hung onto the glossy, red walls.

Immediately, I knew I was in a deep mess and Ryan had lost his mind. I had to beg him before he did something devious to me.

“Ryan, please forgive me for anything I might have done to you. I will never do it again,” I quickly knelt on the floor, and clutched onto his knees after he flung me inside the room.

“Good, that’s a good position. You have just given me a great idea on how to punish you,” Ryan chuckled evilly, and I watched with teary eyes as he unbuckled his belt, took it off, and flung it to the ground.

I wasn’t a child and I knew what was coming next as I watched with horror as he smirked down at me, and dragged me by my bun to directly face his clothed-cock.

I gulped shakily as I managed to stare up at him again, “Ryan, p-please don’t do this. You can do anything but this, I beg you,”

“Are you stupid or something?” He barked at me and pushed my head back to his cock.

“I fucking bought you as my sex slave to do this sort of thing for me. If you don’t suck me off, of what importance is your existence to me then?” He hollered, which caused me to shudder in trepidation.

I wasn’t ready for this. I had almost forgotten my purpose in Ryan’s life.

“Do you want me to tie you up on that bed and stuff four dildos into you?” He gestured to the black leather bed that was placed at the center of the room when I still hadn’t unbuttoned his pants and just remained kneeling in front of him with tears pouring out of my eyes.

My eyes gaped in horror at his question and I fervently shook my head in negation.

“N-no, please no. D-don’t do that to me. I’ll do as you say,” I shuddered as I braced myself up, and shakily brought my hands to unbutton his pants.

I heaved a shaky sigh as I came face to face with his briefs–the intimidating mold behind his briefs.

“What are you doing?” Ryan’s voice came in form of a snicker.

“I-I’m trying to suck you off,” I responded, with tears blurring my vision.

“Make it faster before my boner dies. If it does, I will make you pay for it in a brutal manner,” He scoffed, and I quickly wiped my tears off and kneeled upright.

I took a deep exhale to calm my nerves before I slid both his briefs and pants down as his huge cock sprung up proudly into my face.

Then, I tentatively grabbed it, and slowly started jerking it off.

I didn’t have the slightest idea of what I was doing with his dick, and I was too scared to let him know as I didn’t want to infuriate him more. I could only hope that I somehow managed to get a hang of it before Ryan noticed my languid movements.

I gave his pre-cum leaking tip a kittenish lip as I slid my hands down to grab his balls and fondle them.

With a deep breath, I took half of his cock into my mouth while almost gagging and gasping for my life. I had barely gotten him all the way into my mouth and I was literally choking on his cock already.

I had to do it anyway I could. I had to make him cum. A voice chanted like a mantra inside my head as I willed myself to take all of him into my mouth.

I had a gag reflex, so I started coughing when his dick touched the roof of my throat, and in the process, his cock slipped out of my mouth.

“What the hell?” Ryan howled as I coughed wildly with my hands placed around my neck to calm the coughing fits, and continue the sloppy excuse of a blow job that I was giving to Ryan.

“I-I’m sorry,” I croaked, as my coughing fit gradually stopped.

As I made to kneel once more in front of him from my splayed position on the floor, Ryan harshly grabbed my bun, forced me to kneel in front of him, and without sounding a notice to me, he forcefully slipped his cock into my mouth and instantly, tears trickled down my cheeks as I remained motionless with my mouth hanging open, and his length inside it.

“You better not choke on it again. Now fucking start sucking,” He barked, as he thrusted deeper into my mouth. I could feel his length at the back of my throat, and it wasn’t a savory feeling.

I held onto his hips as I squeezed my eyes shut to stop myself from puking on the floor. Then, I started blowing him as I imagined him to be a sausage–he was very big, so maybe a dozen of sausages held together by a band.

I slowly sucked him off as my eyes burned with hot tears. I had no idea what to do other than to slowly bop my head in an upward-downward motion.

I had watched porn in high school, so I tried to remember how the women used to suck off the men but my head was blank, and so I just continued licking him sloppily before his grip on my bun tightened and he started slamming violently into my mouth.

It felt as if my throat was about to be pried out of my mouth with how fast Ryan thrusted into my mouth. I could only squeeze my eyes shut in discomfort as I allowed him to use my mouth as he pleased.

After all, I was his slave and he could do anything he wanted with me.

I quietly sniffled as tears trickled down my face and I realized this was going to be my life for a year.

I was going to be tortured every day by Ryan and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Ryan groaned and I squeezed my eyes tighter as he came into my mouth.

“Swallow everything. I don’t want to see a drop roll down your mouth,” He barked when he noticed that I was struggling to gulp down the copious amount of cum.

I clasped my hands over my mouth to suppress the urge to vomit as I forced myself to savor the slightly bitter yet salty taste of Ryan’s cum before I grimaced and swallowed it.

“Good slut,” Ryan chuckled and nodded in satisfaction as he watched me after I had finished swallowing his release.

I nearly glared at him but I held myself back from doing so because I knew Ryan tended to act like a psychopath and he could harm me if I did so.

“Now, get out,” He said as his face suddenly became devoid of emotion, and I quickly scrambled to my feet.

Without a backward glance at him, I sprinted out of the deadly basement to my room as vomit clogged my throat and tears blurred my vision.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.