Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

“You’re taking too much time just to get rid of the clothes you have on,” Ryan’s thunderous voice resounded in my eyes as I slowly stepped out of my panties–the last of the articles of clothing that I had on.

Tears poured down my face endlessly like a waterfall as I stood stark bollock naked in front of him.

I was extremely foolish to believe Ryan when he told me he wouldn’t brutally punish me. I thought the kiss we shared that day on his bedroom floor meant something.

But apparently, it turned out that I had merely deluded myself by thinking like that.

Ryan had no iota of humanity left in him, he was nothing but a heartless bastard who would never change no matter how much I tried to get closer to him.

A mixture of cold sweat and goosebumps covered my entire body as Ryan stood up from the throne chair, and eerily crept up behind me. I clasped my hands tighter as I held my breath in trepidation while silently awaiting his next line of action.

“Now, go lie on all fours on the bed with your back arched, and your hands clasped behind your waist,” He bellowed, and I averted my gaze from the floor to stare at the “bed” in question.

A black leather bed was directly placed in front of a mirror with a weird sort of iron hanging down from the ceiling.

I inhaled deeply, clenched my hand tightly by my sides before I climbed onto the bed, and did as Ryan instructed.

Then, he looped my wrists together with handcuffs.

Barely a second later, I felt Ryan’s finger roughly circling my warmth and it made me shriek in pain.

I knew I sometimes liked being ridiculed, spanked, and overstimulated by Ryan but whatever he was doing at the moment was everything but pleasurable for me.

It felt agonizing.

“I-I’m sorry, p-please stop, Ryan,” I whimpered but as expected, Ryan paid no mind to my complaints, he only did as he pleased.

He continued shoving his fingers into my dry pussy for about ten minutes of anguish.

When he stopped, I was tremendously relieved and I panted to brace myself for the rest of the many tortures Ryan had lined up for me.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Now onto the second part of your punishment,” Ryan announced which made my heart almost jolt out of my chest in fright, but I remained quiet as I just continued letting out gentle sniffles.

Then, Ryan grabbed the shiny, silvery ball-like object that was dangling atop my head and I watched with curious eyes as he brandished the metal with shiny eyes and a maniac-like smile.

What could it be? I thought as I continued staring at him.

What he did next with the object stunned me and I gasped in shock.

Ryan licked the object. No, figuratively he didn’t lick it, he did more than that.

He enclosed it with his mouth and sucked on it as one would do to a popsicle.

When he noticed I was staring at him, he darted a mischievous smile at me before he removed it from his mouth.

I stared at the object with my mouth gaped in a mixture of disbelief and horror. A string of saliva connected it to Ryan’s mouth.

“Bend over or I’ll make this painful for you,” Ryan barked, the smile on his face had dissipated and now, he had his usual demeaning scowl mauling his face.

I gazed up from the object to Ryan and back from Ryan to the object, “D-don’t tell me-” I started as my eyes widened in terror when I put two and two together and deduced what the object was.

An anal hook.

How had I failed to notice the balls on the hook? I thought to myself.

I had seen the strippers at my former workplace using it on each other in front of a perverted client.

“Just fucking do as I said, Ophelia!” He barked, and I quickly shuffled around and arched my back with trepidation brewing inside me, and sweat pouring out of my skin in copious quantities.

I felt the object forcefully plowing into my anus and I yelped in pain. I couldn’t contain the anguish.

It felt like a bottle of wine was stuffed into my ass instead of an anal hook. The hook was painfully heavy and my ass burned with a throbbing throe.

Tears and snot trickled down my face as he buried the balls completely into my ass.

Then, the bastard came in front of me, leaned closer to me, and tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Psychopath,” I spat, and immediately, he drew away from me as his expression turned cold.

He didn’t utter a word to me as he turned around and flicked on a switch, and instantly, my ass was almost torn apart.

I had no idea what the machine was and honestly didn’t care. All I cared about was the unbearable agony I was going through with the damned hook in my ass.

It was as if the anal hook was elevating me from the bed, and at the same time, it was also pulling me back. It was an extremely traumatizing sort of inexplicable pain.

“T-take it out, please. I-I will never see any other man apart from you,” I whispered through clenched teeth as the hook sank deeper into me.

“I’m a psychopath, Ophelia. You said so yourself, and as a psychopath, I don’t easily forgive. No, scratch that, psychopaths never forgive,” Ryan leaned closer to me, and I squeezed my eyes shut in distress as the pain tripled.

I curled my toes to contain myself as I bit on my lower lip.

“I could use a picture of you like this, you know? You look so sexy with your face scrunched up in agony and hatred towards me. I have to say seeing you like this really turns me on, petal,” He muttered, sweeping his hand all over my ass before resting his thumb next to the anal hook.

“I should get enraged often so I can get to see this beautiful sight more,” He chuckled before he drew back to stare at my ass.

He whistled as he carelessly spanked my ass which made the pain I felt at the moment triple.

I could only clench my teeth tighter as I bore the hits.

“Fuck, I don’t want to come before this ends. I want this to last longer,” He muttered as the tormenting hits stopped, to my utter relief.

With a horrifying glint flashing across my eyes, I watched him peel off his clothes and briefs, with his huge dick standing erect, and leaking pre-cum against his muscled abdomen.

He was going to subject me to more torture. I thought as I watched him roll a condom over his cock from the corner of my eye before the bed creaked with his added weight as he took a stance behind me.

I fluttered my eyes shut as a tear rolled down my cheek and I inwardly steeled myself for the worst.