The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Belt

I did not sleep. I am awake all night. Not because I can’t sleep, but because I’m waiting for him to come home, but I feel like a fool to do that. He didn’t come home, no matter what I waited for. The next day, I did the same again.

Even in the days that followed. . . . . .

In the next day...

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It’s been a week. I haven’t seen Andrius in a week. I finally answered my question about what does he really think of me? There is really only one answer and there is no need for good thinking just to answer that superficial question of mine. During that week. I tried to convince myself. I convinced myself that I was just his ...

Sex slave.

I looked out the window when I heard the car horn. I haven’t eaten for a few days. My feelings for Andrius poison me so much that thinking he feels nothing for me is too much pain. I was just like a dog waiting for its master to come home.

To give food.

To give attention.

I just sat there, staring into space. Even I want to bring myself back to a reality I can’t do it. Love poisons me.

Just once. Just once.

I looked at the door when someone knock. I was sure it was just Mary, so I didn’t answer. It stopped in a few seconds. When I was about to go to sleep, the door suddenly slammed shut but I didn’t feel like looking at it... I continued to lie down as I felt the bed move.

“You’re not eating?” Though surprised, I did not move. I thought it was Mary because of the smell of women entering.

The smell of the woman came with Andrius. I thought I was the only one he was sleeping with. I made a mistake. Who among our women is the original?

“Where have you been?” I know my question is out of the line. Nothing we talked about was interfering with personal lives. I shouldn’t ask where he went. He didn’t answer, so I knew right away that he had no plans to answer my question, so I just didn’t speak up. I felt him stand up on the bed and lock the door, so I got up quickly, but it alarmed me to see him standing in the doorway while holding the doorknob.

I was about to go back to lying down when he quickly approached me and suddenly kissed my neck and violently touched my left chest. Because maybe for the time he didn’t touch me, I was so homesick for his caresses. I pushed him hard when I saw the lip mark on his polo. He was surprised when I pushed him. When he tried to kiss me again, I pushed him hard and slapped him heavily.

He turned his face to the left side and took a long time to process what I did to him. When he recovered, he went to the balcony and locked the sliding door. He lowered the curtain and stared at me sharply. When I returned his gaze with my angry stares, I was surprised at what happened next.

He slapped me hard. Double what I did to him. My face seemed numb from what he had done. It did not satisfy him because he strangled me, so I eventually lay down on the bed. I try to remove his hand, but he is too strong.

He tore the clothes I was wearing. I was short of breath because he still wouldn’t remove the hand on my neck. He suddenly tore my panties in an instant. I want to ask for help because of what he is doing. No, this is not Andrius.

When he released me, he immediately removed his belt. Since I still didn’t have the strength to recover, I let him do what he wants. I’m not wearing any clothes anymore. The cold of the aircon is already enveloping my body. It scared me when he suddenly turned me and pressed my face to bed.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

I screamed in excruciating pain when he whacked his belt on my back. I want to cry because of what he did. I just clung to the blanket because of the harsh pain. When he got out of bed, I lost my strength, because maybe I hadn’t eaten for a few days either. I felt like I was going to die of suffering when he slapped my ass again with the belt.

“YOU FUCKING SLUT! HOW DARE YOU?! ” He yanked my hair. Is this the Andrius that is so soft to me? Why is he doing this to me?

“I-I’m sorry.” I just sobbed and sobbed. I don’t know if I can lie down because of the injury in my ass and my back because of the drastic discomfort, but I don’t think the words he said to me hurt more. Is this the man I love?

He dropped my hair, then turn me to him. I could feel my back as if they had poured hot water on it. God. If you do exist, why are you torturing me?

He shackles me with his belt. He tied both my hands with the belt he used on me. I could no longer recognize Andrius’ blue eyes. Ice-cold replaced his old sea eyes in so peaceful.

I was like an animal that he punished. Just because of a slap I did to him.