Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

On one hand, one of them was literally yanking me backward with my hair, in the guise of wanting my hair to look perfect and enthralling, while on the other, some sharp instruments–but not too sharp, were being shoved under my nail plate, and into my nail bed.

How the hell do rich people live like this? It felt like my toes were about to be yanked off my feet but I couldn’t utter a peep, so I just withstood the pain by pursing my lips into a thin line.

“Wow, Miss. Your skin is so smooth, looks like you won’t need waxing,” The bossy woman said, and I just chuckled awkwardly as I had no idea of how to respond.

They made me flutter my eyes shut as they rallied around to put me in a dress, and also place jewelry on me. Soon, the tugging and pulling on my face and hair stopped as the room became silent.

It was then I realized that they had left just like they had arrived; stealthily like a thief in the night while my eyes were still flickered closed.

They could have at least asked me to open my eyes and inform me they were done before they left. I huffed as I finally flapped my eyes open.

I gasped in fascination as I stared into the mirror. Hoisting myself out of the chair, I stood up and ran my hands over my body.

I almost couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror. I could almost pass for a rich heiress with how classy I looked.

I looked enchanting yet enticing at the same time.

I was cladded in an off-the-shoulder, emerald silken dress. A provocative slit ran all the way up from my thighs, almost reaching my waist, down to the floor, and a gigantic emerald bow of the same fabric was also sewed on the left side of the dress which draped down the floor in an enthralling manner.

My tiny waist was accentuated by the corseted waistline of the dress. On my neck sat a heavy diamond necklace which was designed with expensive jade stones, one of the stones was quite longer than the rest, so it flowed elegantly into my cleavage.

A pair of dangling silver earrings beaded with a tiny emerald stone looped around my ears, while my hair flowed down my back, with some part of it slightly curved against my left cheek.

My feet were shoved into a pair of Valentino emerald strapped heels, while two diamond bracelets were wound around my wrists, and my nails were painted a jade-green.

My make-up was a thin line between loud and nude. My lips were glistened in a nude-pink shade as thick false lashes hovered above my eyelashes like an umbrella.

I cupped my hips as I smiled at my dazzling image in the mirror.

My admiration of myself was cut short when Ryan bounded into my room, with a cold stare directed at me.

He looked dapper in a pair of black three-piece Italian suits, with white lapels and a black dress shirt worn underneath. A bow tie was looped around his neck, and his glossy black hair was gelled back in its usual manner but he still managed to look dashing and appealing to me.

Even though he didn’t compliment me, I could tell that he seemed fascinated by my appearance as his scowl faltered for a beat before it quickly reappeared and he cleared his throat.

“Have this. I will be waiting for you by the door,” He thrusted a package into my hands with a smirk.

I gulped nervously as I collected it from him and he exited my room.

I quickly tore the parcel open as my eyes widened in horror when I saw what it was.

It was a black pussy plug shaped in the form of a dick, and next to it sat a sachet of what I presumed to be lube.

How was I supposed to stick it into my pussy and attend a gala? I thought as I grabbed the rubber and brandished it in my hands.

Well, I had to do it anyway because I knew Ryan would shove it into me by himself if I failed to. I knew how sadistic the man was. He would make sure the plug ended inside me anyway, even if it meant he had to hurt me to do so.

So, I took a deep breath and fluttered my eyes shut to brace myself.

Then, I lifted my dress up slightly, slid my panties sideways, tore off the sachet of lube, and spread it over the pussy plug before I carefully slipped it into my core with a throaty moan.

Thereafter and with great difficulty, I retrieved my Chanel diamond purse from the dresser before I gingerly trekked outside to meet Ryan who was waiting outside like he said, with a knowing smirk as he stretched a hand out to enclose mine.

“How do you like my gift?” He whispered as I slipped my hand into his.

In response, I groaned and sucked in cold air through my teeth, to which he chuckled as we walked to the underground car garage of the mansion.

Waking with the plug inside me proved to be pleasantly agonizing as I could feel it forcefully prying my lips apart, while also brushing my sweet spot, causing me to mold myself into Ryan’s arms as I winced in pleasure spiced with pain.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he intertwined his hand with mine.

I glanced up at his countenance, and for a moment, I almost thought I saw a concerned glint flash across his ashen orbs until I gazed up at him.

I shoved the thought to the back of my mind when I saw that the infamous cold expression of his was still rooted to his face.

I nodded as I croaked, “Y-yes,”

He didn’t say anything in response as he unlocked the car and wordlessly opened the front door for me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled as I slowly lowered myself onto the seat.

Then, he got into his side of the car and leaned towards me to help me strap the seatbelt into place when he noticed I was struggling with it.

I felt his hot whiskey breath spiked with the odor of cigar on my lips as he gazed into my eyes.

“There, done,” He whispered before he pulled away from me, causing me to almost whimper in the complaint.

“Thanks,” I muttered, to which he nodded before he stepped on the gas and steered the car out of the garage to the venue of the gala.