The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Tore dress

I didn’t mind what that man said, even though I knew what he meant.

How did Andrius find me here? Is the party over? Shouldn’t he be with his fiance at these times? I looked at my feet, still wearing stilletos and my feet were starting to hurt. I’ve been wearing them since earlier and I know little about how to wear them. Fortunately, I didn’t stumble while wearing them.

I could already hear the sound of steps, but I didn’t lift my gaze. I just let the mango, I never got his name again, so I didn’t know what to call him. For now, I just call him Mister Heartbroken. I didn’t notice that I smiled as I thought about it. Maybe on his part waited for the woman he thought would be his.

“Did you enjoy your story too much and are you still smiling?” Andrius came close without me being aware of it.

I stood up, cleaned the dirt that had gathered on my dress, and prepared to pass, but he grabbed my arm, causing me to stumble back to my seat. I was immobilized because he gripped me. My feet began to hurt right away. I should have gotten rid of this stilletos sooner. I’m just closing my eyes in agony.

“I just disappeared for a while, and you already talking to another man? Is it always like this when you can’t be satisfied with a one-man?” In the coldness of his voice, I could hardly feel the wind pass through me. When Andrius is like this, I feel like I’m getting burned every day in my heart. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I did not answer him and continued to stand, even though my foot was very sore. I wanted tears to fall in my eyes, but the water seemed to have run out and they didn’t want to come out anymore.

I thought he would let me go, but he didn’t. What he did, he dragged me violently without even thinking that my feet hurt when he pushed. Every step I feel the pain. I wanted to stop to remove the

stilletos, but he never stopped walking. I don’t know where he will take me because the only thing I can think about now is how to get rid of the pain in my feet.

When we were in the farthest corner, where the light was no longer hit, he quickly tore the dress I was wearing. Face me to the wall, then lock my two hands with his hand. He doesn’t have to lock my hands anymore. I’m won’t fight and resist him. I could already hear his zipper coming down.

“AHH!”

I couldn’t react anymore. I didn’t even tell him that this wasn’t the right place to do it, but he seemed to be eating away by the anger. He quickly inserted his cock into me ... without preparation. It hurts.

“After all, you want many to see you, then show them your body ...” He bit my ear before whispering to me. “Show them how I fuck you.” While thrusting into me, he even inserted two of his fingers. I was feeling something tearing all over my body. Instead of feeling the heat in my body, I feel like I overcame an operation.

“Show them how this hole is open for me.”

I no longer understood what he was saying. All I wanted was for him to remove the two fingers that had entered me. I was shaking with pain; I didn’t know where to turn my head. It was as if my breath was being cut off.

He slams me hard, then puts another finger. This time, I couldn’t stop crying. Very painful. His cock slams into me and three fingers thrust into me. It was not grunts that came out of my mouth, but sobs.

“Or maybe you want two cocks to come— in here. You are always ready for others.”

I shook. No. That’s not true. In all my life, no other man has come to me but him. Why is he mad at me? I just talked to that guy. Why is he acting like this? Shouldn’t I be the one to ask why he was on

stage while with that woman? No. I have no right.

I breathed a sigh of relief as he removed his fingers. But even though he did, I could still feel the pain there. I wanted to give up my knee because I didn’t know which one to take care of, my foot, the knee, or the hole he put three fingers in.

When I felt him cum inside me, he removed his cock, then wiped the remaining liquid on my torn dress. When he released me, I fell. He did not help me. He just looked at me lying on the floor while seeing the body. When he stepped back and was ready to leave, I spoke but did not look at him. I just enjoy the pain.

“Why?” That was all that came out of my lips. I felt that when I asked more questions and added more, I would lose him forever. I also don’t know what this question is for. Is it for what he did today? Whether for the two of them—with the woman or why he becomes possessive.

“This is your punishment.”

He finally left me there. There, my sob got louder. I no longer care who hears me, who sees. For me, that’s okay, as long as Andrius is still with me. Even if I’m just a shadow of him, even if he just hides his relationship with me. I still thought we would be happy with his business trip.

When the cold air hugged me again, suddenly a coat landed on my body. I didn’t look at who it was. I just stared into space.

“I am Stanley Gray. I came back to tell you that, but it’s shocking to catch you like this. ”

After he said that, I felt someone lift me.

I closed my eyes completely.