Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

“Are you ready?” I asked Ophelia as we stepped onto the threshold of the large hall which was decorated expensively and magnificently with elegantly-clothed people who had identical plastic smiles and airs of haughtiness surrounding them.

In response, she gazed at me and winced before she nodded. I had to suppress the urge to chuckle as her grip on my hand got harder.

For a moment before we left the mansion, I had almost decided against torturing her like I wanted to at the party, but after she moaned deliciously while we were in the car when I helped her with the car belt, I knew I wanted to have her under me, letting out those lethal yet pleasant sounds as I brought her to trip over the edge.

The thought made heat pool to the pit of my belly, traveling downward to my tip before I could get disgraced by my almost-aroused cock. I squeezed Ophelia’s hand, smiled down at her, and nodded before we stepped inside the hall.

My hand slipped out from Ophelia’s, and slid down her body to loop around her tiny waist, causing her to stare up at me with an indescribable expression but she didn’t say anything.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

I knew I had to pay the stylists to double the amount that I had initially promised to pay them, because damn! Ophelia looked breathtaking, elegant, fabulous, beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal, sexy, and literally every adjective that could be used to describe immense beauty.

I felt proud that I managed to snag her and make her mine for a while. I could feel all eyes on us as we strolled further into the hall, to the designated VIP table that had been arranged for me.

Most of the men, both old and young, who were inside the hall with us shamelessly leered at Ophelia’s bosom as I helped her onto a chair before I dragged out the second chair and plopped down on it.

Ophelia seemed extremely nervous as she hadn’t stopped nibbling on her bottom lip since we got into the car and I drove us here.

Well, she was probably feeling sensitive and awkward since she had my beautiful gift to her stuck inside her pussy.

After a while, the gala started and people started easing themselves out of their seats to exchange mock pleasantries and fake smiles with each other. I just shook my head in disgust as I stared at them.

“Ophelia,” I called, buttoning the upper button of my suit jacket.

“Yes,” She whipped around to face me with a pout, and I got up from my seat, and wordlessly outstretched a hand to her. She gazed down at my hand as if it were a foreign object before she tentatively slipped her soft, small, and warm hand into mine.

I felt a weird type of indescribable feeling as I stared down at our conjoined hands. Our hands fitted each other perfectly like missing puzzle pieces on an incomplete puzzle.

My first stop was Damon Moreno, the old man was chuckling and conversing with a woman who seemed to be of the same age as him, and I could deduce that she was probably his wife.

“Damon,” I bowed to the old man, and he tilted his head to gaze at me with a warm smile.

“Ryan, how are you? How are you enjoying the night?” He asked as we shook hands, and I just shrugged and smiled at him.

“Well, I’m trying to. It doesn’t seem as dim and lifeless as the previous ones that the foundation used to organize,” I truthfully replied, which made Damon chuckle and shake his head.

“Yeah, I have to give it to the brat, he really did something,” Damon nodded in agreement before he gestured to the woman near him.

Smiling down in adoration of her, he held her waist and introduced us, “Darling, meet Ryan Torres, he’s the business partner who I told you is like a son to me, Ryan meet my wife, Ciella,” He uttered and I slightly ducked my head as I shook hands with her.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” I said politely, to which her eyes crinkled in a smile as she clasped her other hand over our intertwined hands.

“Same here, son. I’ve heard a lot about you,” She uttered, and I nodded and mirrored her warm smile as she eased her hand out of my hold.

She motioned to Ophelia who had already started sweating in the fully air-conditioned hall as she panted gently. “Is she your girlfriend?”

I panicked as my eyes comically tripled in size as I stared down at Ophelia who also had the same horrified look as I did. It dawned on me that I hadn’t even stopped to think about what or who I was going to introduce my sex slave as.

It would be weird and alarming to tell the old couple the truth, so I feigned a smile as my hold around Ophelia’s waist tightened, and I slightly pushed her forward to stand near me, “Yes, she is. Ciella and Damon, meet Ophelia, my girlfriend and baby, meet Damon and Ciella,”

She looked stunned for a brief moment as she stared from me to them before her cheeks bunched up in a smile and she bowed, “Nice to meet you, sir and ma’am,”

“Oh my god, darling. You’re so pretty and well-mannered at the same time. Ryan scored gold with you,” Ciella beamed at Ophelia as she shook hands with her. I could see some crimson highlights on her cheeks as she shook hands with Damon.

Ophelia was flustered, “Thanks, ma’am,

“My legs hurt from sauntering around since the evening began. Let’s go sit at our table,” Ciella motioned us forward and I nodded as I smiled down at Ophelia, whose mortified expression whenever I darted a smile at her got worse and made me chuckle before I placed my hand on the small of her back and we trekked to the four-seater table.

Then, a mischievous idea struck me as I saw Ophelia’s contorted countenance when she gingerly sat on the chair.

I felt my pocket for the plug’s remote and I smirked inwardly as I stylishly retrieved it from my pocket, hid my hand under the table, and smirked at her.

It was showtime.