Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

I yawned loudly as I sensed my pillow move away from underneath my head–wait, my pillow moved away?

Then it dawned on me and instantly, I squeezed my eyes open and gasped when I realized that I wasn’t in my bedroom, but Ryan’s. The soulless grey and black walls made me reach that conclusion.

The most scandalous thing was that I was sleeping next to Ryan on Ryan’s bed. He had gently nestled me inside his arms before I woke up.

The thought caused my cheeks to fluster in embarrassment as I buried my head in my hands.

“Lia, what the hell have you done?” I whispered to myself as I flickered my eyes tightly shut.

I stopped chiding myself when I realized that Ryan was still deeply asleep next to me. Tentatively, I leaned closer to him and observed his sleeping face.

Staring at him as he slept peacefully made me feel like a creep, but I shrugged the guilty thoughts off as a smile curved my lips and I continued admiring him while he slept.

Watching him sleep from a closer view made me feel slightly endeared to him. He seemed so harmless and gentle like a dove.

My fingers moved on their own to softly rake themselves through his black locks as my smile widened.

An unwanted thought crossed my mind as I continued my activities with his hair, which caused the smile to instantly evaporate from my face, and I quickly withdrew my hand from Ryan’s hair as I yanked myself out of the bed, and stepped out of Ryan’s room.

I did not just imagine what it would look like to wake up next to Ryan every day and see an ethereal vision of him sleeping by my side while living happily and harmoniously with him as his partner.

Yes, I did not just think about it.

Subconsciously, I licked my bottom lip and I froze in my steps when the memory of Ryan kissing me yesterday struck me. I gasped but quickly clasped my hand over my mouth as I looked around to see if someone had witnessed me coming out of Ryan’s room in the wee hours of the morning.

Thankfully, there was nobody in sight which I was glad for as I crossed the hallway and trekked into my bedroom. I quickly slammed my door shut as I gasped once more, but this time, with a louder crescendo.

I kissed Ryan! Or wait, Ryan had kissed me!

In other words, his lips had ended up against mine yesterday in a kiss! I thought as I slid down the door with astonishment mixed with an unnameable emotion washing over me.

Fuck, I had assured myself that I was going to save my lips at least for my first love as Ryan had taken my virginity but apparently, that would never happen.

What had I been doing yesterday that I had given in so easily to Ryan and allowed myself to be kissed by him? I smacked my head as I inwardly admonished myself for being such a hoe.

Well now, the past was in the past. I tried to convince myself as I got up from the floor, and willed away the flustering thoughts related to the impromptu kiss that happened between Ryan and me.

I peeled off my clothes with a sigh before I trekked into the bathroom, and stood under the warm shower.

I envisioned another unchaste scenario as I washed my head, and lather trickled down my back.

I imagined what it’d feel like to have sex under the shower with Ryan and have him thrusting deeply into me from behind with his hand running down my boobs as he roughly pounded into me from behind, and we both shuddered in unison as series after series of gratifying orgasms hit us as the minutes flew by.

I got so wet and horny to my wanton and extremely graphic description of having shower sex that I started panting and sighing with desire as I clasped my thighs together to hump my clit against my thigh.

When I realized that wasn’t working as powerfully as I wanted, I hastily rinsed out the lather from my hair and grabbed my hairbrush from the shelf.

Was I really going to do this? I thought as I held the hairbrush in both hands.

I stared at my hairbrush for a split second before I gazed at myself in the mirror. Then, I spread my legs open and rubbed my clit with my thumb which made me moan softly as I flickered my eyes closed and tried to visualize Ryan as the hairbrush.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Slowly, I guided the hairbrush handle to my pussy entrance as I whimpered loudly. I held onto the wall with one hand to support myself before I buried the handle deeply inside my dripping pussy.

I let out a throaty sob as I paused my action for a moment.

Damn, I was lucky all the rooms in Ryan’s mansion was soundproofed or else, I didn’t want to think about the grave repercussions of my actions.

Then, I closed my eyes as I started slipping the brush into my wet pussy slowly while imagining Ryan as the hairbrush. The handle was quite long and thick, so my imagination was quite exciting.

“Fuck, Ryan,” I moaned as I increased the speed of my ministrations. I plowed the brush fervently into myself as I continued letting out guttural moans and whimpers. I pushed my ass backward with a deep exhale as I envisioned Ryan holding my ass directly against his naked cock.

I imagined having his strong, veiny arms holding my ass into place while he brutally dealt with my pussy. He’d smack the living daylights out of it as he thrusted deeply into me. He’d call me his tight slut and afterward, he would deliver another harsh spank to my ass cheeks which would make them jiggle with excitement, as I’d beg him to go deeper and harder.

He’d oblige my request after grinning wickedly at me through the mirror. Then, I would hold onto the mirror for my dear life as I’d feel my belly tighten with pleasurable heat. I’d jut my ass backward once more towards him as I tell him I’m almost there.

Then, he’d tell me to cum and I’d feel the intense yet quick burst of sensual ecstasy for a split second before my head would go empty, and I’d wait for him to finish inside me.

With a loud growl, he’d release inside me after spanking my ass once more.

“Nghh.. fuck…I’m coming,” I cried as I felt the intense spark of erotic delectation strike me, and I came hard on the hairbrush.

The cum-drenched hairbrush slipped from my hand to the floor immediately after I finished, and I panted heavily as I withdrew myself from the wall to stare at myself in the mirror.

I tore my gaze away from my reflection and stared at the hairbrush on the floor as it dawned on me.

I had just gotten my rocks off to the thought of Ryan.

I gasped as I shook my head. Just how sluttier could I get?

I quickly took a shower after rinsing the hairbrush and placing it on the furthest row on the shelf before I went about my beauty routine. Then, I flung some casual clothes on and strolled downstairs for breakfast.

It was the weekend and I had no classes for the day.

I was stunned when I saw Ryan seated at the head of the table munching on some maple syrup-drenched pancakes, with an iPad in his other hand. He was also formally dressed up as usual.

Since the day I moved into Ryan’s house, I had never seen the man eat in the dining room. When I asked Jason some days ago, he told me Ryan preferred eating by himself in his private dining room that was on the fourth floor.

Being the clumsy oaf I was, I tripped on nothing, and my clumsy action caught Ryan’s attention as he turned towards me with a smile.

A smile? Fucking Ryan Torres, the cold-hearted billionaire just grinned at me? I thought as I remained motionless with my mouth gaped in shock, staring at him.

“Hey, are you going to eat or will you remain there with your mouth hanging open?” He scoffed at me, with a fond undertone conspicuous in his voice.

I got a grip and chuckled awkwardly as I dragged myself to sit at the dining table, a seat away from him.

I slowly bit into the soft pancake, being mindful of Ryan’s fixated gaze on me as I chewed tentatively.

The atmosphere between us in the dining room was very awkward as shame brewed inside me at the thought of the obscene act that I had committed in the bathroom, coupled with the kiss we had shared yesterday.

I had no idea how to bring up the kissing matter with him, and it didn’t even seem like he remembered.

But then again, he was drunk out of his head before he kissed me.

“You don’t have a class today?” Ryan’s voice yanked me out of my trance, and I swiftly tilted my head sideways to shake my head in negation with a mouthful of hot chocolate.

He seemed saddened by my answer which made me frown in confusion.

“Alright, then,” He mumbled as he stood up from the chair, grabbed his briefcase from the chair near him, and darted a warm smile at me.

He didn’t utter another word as he strode out of the dining room and headed for work.

Leaving me to stare at his diminishing figure with a warm feeling blossoming in my heart.