Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

The drive to my buyer’s place lasted for about thirty minutes. The anxiety inside me didn’t stop simmering as Damon drove past large heads of mansions, into a large gated property.

I gasped in bewilderment as I stared at the colossal mansion.

It was a sprawling, three-storey building that sat proudly in the middle of a vast and empty finely-chopped and curved landscape garden, safe for the water fountain that was situated upfront the driveway.

From where I was seated in the car, I could make out the dim amber lights of the interior of the mansion. I used to think this sort of gargantuan building only existed in the movies but I was proven wrong by this alluring property which I was currently gazing at.

Compared to the ginormous strip club building that I had been overwhelmed by earlier that day, this mansion with it’s gigantic floor-to-ceiling windows and the huge mahogany doors was by far enthralling than it.

“Miss,” Damon said as he opened the car door with a bow.

I stared at him, still stunned by the humongous premises before I got a grip on myself and stamped ny slack jaw close as I got out of the car with my hands firmly clasping the strap of my satchel bag.

I trailed after Damon with my heart in my mouth as I thought of the imminent doom that I was going to face that night.

I was going to have my dignity ripped away from me by a faceless man.

The large entrance doors were swung open from the inside and I trekked inside with Damon as some uniformed men and women wordlessly bowed to me before they dispersed to a back room.

I swallowed the painful lump of panic that hooked my throat as my eyes roamed around the large hallway of the mansion.

If I had thought the exterior of the mansion to be unreal and magnificent, then the interior was exquisitely grandiose.

With two spiralling staircases at either ends of the hallway, huge framed pictures of some greek goddesses, a beige-colored grand piano, and a mushroom-shaped, crystal chandelier that was mounted on the ceiling, the hallway oozed an air of both victorian era spiced with a dash of modern luxury.

Just how rich could this boss be to have spent so much money that I was sure would feed my dad and I for the rest of our lives on designing both the interior and exterior of this mammoth property?

I gasped in admiration as I stared at the intricate paquetry designs of the floor and we climbed up the staircase. It felt like I was in a disney cartoon because there was no way this ethereal place could be real.

We stopped at the second door on the right wing of the third floor and I waited quietly as Damon knocked gently on the door before he pushed it open and matched inside.

I stood patiently as I scuffled with my thoughts on whether to follow after Damon or wait until I was summoned, eventually, I decided on the latter and rested my back on the white walls of the hall.

“You can come in, miss. Master is ready to see you,” Damon beckoned me when he came outside and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my belly as cognition dawned on me that I was now one step away from an everlasting trauma.

“Okay, thanks,” I nodded, and he mirrored my action as he widened the door had for me to go in.

With a heavy inhale, I tentatively stepped inside as Damon slammed the door shut from outside, causing the sound to reverberate into my heart.

My heart was on the verge of tachycardia as panic shot deeper into my chest, and caused my heart to painfully slam against my ribs.

I gazed around the elephantine room and shook my head in wonder, momentarily forgetting my worry and the purpose of my visit as the fluffy grey carpet sank under my feet with each step I took.

The bedroom walls were primarily made of glass and it had a towering, black ceiling hovering over the bed which I deduced to be an expensive type of tile.

To sum it all up, everything in the room seemed so shiny and pricy. I was scared of moving too much and breaking something delicate in the process.

I hadn’t even realized the presence of the said “master” in the room until I saw the unmoving figure of a tall man who has his back turned against me as he stared outside the glass walls.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I almost burst into happy tears when cognition dawned on me and I realized that this was the said “master” and he didn’t seem old.

The flexing, rock-hard muscles under his silk robe screamed that he was a gym freak and I knew most of men just had dump trucks of fats in their abdomen.

They were too debilitated to work out, so they relied on their massive wealth to lure young women to them.

If the man seemed so attractive with his back turned against me, I was curious about how gorgeous he’d be when he turned around to stare at me.

So, I cleared my throat to make him aware of my presence.

He whipped his six-feet tall body around to face me with his hands clasped behind his back, and an expression devoid of any emotion.

My face fell when I saw him.

He was the man whom I had stared at, and found attractive at the club. The grey-eyed, sex on legs, handsome guy whose lascivious stare on my body, I had found hot.

So, this was the man who had paid a whooping sum of ten million dollars to buy my virgin pussy for a night! A voice screamed inside my head.

“You’re here,” He drawled as he quirked a brow at me.

God, was his voice so fucking sexy! It was emitted in deep, velvety rumbles and I couldn’t help but be more smitten by him.

It was as if he spoke from his chest, rather than his throat.

I cowered under his intense gaze as my voice failed me and came out in form of a squeak, “Yes,”

“Good, I assume you’ve been trained on what you’re meant to do for me,” He uttered as he advanced closer to me.

Suddenly, my initial admiration for him disappeared as I stared at his cold face.

Fuck, what had I thought? That he’d act like he knew me, just because our gazes met for a second?

I clasped my bag tighter and nodded as I felt his hot breath on ny face as he harshly grabbed my waist with one hand, and with the other, he forcefully gripped my jaw and forced me to stare up at him.

“Fucking answer me audibly, I didn’t buy a dumb mutt!” He spat, and a shudder raced down my spine as I swallowed harshly.

“Yes, I was taught,” I lied through my teeth because I hadn’t been taught anything by Ivy. I just didn’t want him to flip out at me.

“Perfect, now strip and lie down on the bed with your legs raised up in the air. I will be back in a few minutes,” He muttered, letting go of my jaw and my waist as he brushed past me and exited the room.

I stared at the door with fright washing over me as his words repeated like a mantra inside my head.

I gingerly sat down on the bed, eased my satchel out of my hold and placed my hands on my knees as I waited for him.

“Ophelia, you’re doomed,” I whispered as I felt warm liquid trickle down my face as cold sweat enveloped my entire body.