Sex with a Billionaire

Meeting Damien

Ding. We have arrived. "Go," my owner growled. He was not a pleasant man.

Everyone we met called him Dave. Though I was not allowed to address him that way. It was always "master" or "sir". As a matter of fact, he was the one who kidnapped me, but that was 5 years ago. 5 years ago when everything changed...

He roughly pushed me into the mansion. It was grand...fancy. Redwood chairs and a beautiful, clothed table was in the supposed living room. Stairs descended from up top. They swooped down and met the floor. Basically, it was the nicest house I had ever been in.

I am wearing lingerie under a trench coat. I'm usually ordered to wear a tank top with a bra and shorts, but this time is different for some reason. My hands are handcuffed behind my back. I am ordered to wear more make up than normally too. What is going on?

"The man who is your next appointment, he is not to be messed with. Show me good results, and I mean it this time. You haven't failed me before. Don't start. You understand me, slut?" my master demanded. "Yes sir."

"Do everything he says. If you do not, there will be hell to pay. Got it, whore?" he said again.

"Yes, sir."

Finally, a man, handsome at that, comes down the staircase. "She's gorgeous, and her breasts..." he said, not even trying to be shy. He stares straight at my breasts. "Yes yes," my master grumbled. "Do you want to test them?"

The man stepped forward and softly rubs my left breast. I close my eyes and moan. The man looked amused. Okay, do not get me wrong. I am not a whore or a slut like my master said. I was trained to do that to spark the customer's interest. It tended to make the guy take out money.

"How much?" he asked. "50 dollars for half an hour and 90 for an hour." my master said.

The man looked at my master. "I'll give you 10,000 for the day." My master's eyes widened. "Deal!" What the- 10,000?! How rich is this guy really?! When I looked up at him, he smiled. "So, let's have some fun!" I tried to hide my disgust and bite my lip and grin back instead.

***

My master finally leaves. Before leaving, he gave him an overview file of me and the key to my handcuffs. After the man paid him half now, and promised to pay the other half afterwards.

I am finally alone with him.

"What's your name, miss?"

Wow, this guy actually treated me with respect. Most people just called me names like "whore, slut, or bitch" like my master.

"Does it matter?" I blurted. "I'm just going to be another sex slave you f*cked. You don't need to pretend you care. Just strip me, force me to get fucked, and move on."

I can't believe I actually said that. I guess the feelings that have built up in me exploded. I remembered my master's words. Today is going to be the day I die.

I quickly get on my knees and keep my head down. "I am sincerely sorry for what I just said. I was not thinking, and I did not mean any of it. I was out of my mind and I know I cannot ask for forgiveness. Please give me any punishment I deserve."

To my surprise, he did not do anything. Most would probably grab me by the hair and say, "Who do you think you are, bitch?! You f**king whore! Get down and beg to suck my d*ck. Now!"

He quickly uncuffed me. When I finally looked up, I saw he was just looking at me sadly. He told me to get up, and that he would remember who I was.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I understand you have went through this for a long time. I'm sorry for touching your chest. I swear I won't do it again without your permission. All I want is for you to relax and spend the day here sex-free and live a real life."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked. I could feel the tears coming. No one had ever treated me like this before. I was always just an insignificant fuck toy.

This moment reminded me of when I was still young, about my free past. I rarely thought about it. Though this moment reminded me of when I was still 12. Dreaming about what it would be like to meet my dream guy. Reading cheesy romance novels when the cool, hot guy always fell for the popular, pretty girl.

He smiled. "The question is, how did you survive all this, alone? Now let's get you comfortable."

I looked up at him. "Before I do that, please tell me. What is your name? Mine is Rosaline, Rosaline Hazel Caulfield."

He smirked. "Damien Lovington. Nice to meet you.

The next thing I know, I'm taking a bath with quality soap in a bathroom bigger than my actual room. I haven't had a shower in weeks, and it felt so good. Afterwards, I was sent to a spa and massaged. It felt so good. Every muscle in me felt relaxed.

Then, the man invited me to watching TV. "TV? Like...the news?" I asked. He shook his head. "You know, TV shows like Once upon a time, Marvel shows, Glee, that kind of stuff."

He introduced me to Spiderman, Guardians of the galaxy, and more. Then, he explained the complicated love pentagon of Glee where almost everyone dated each other.

It was so fun, every funny part I laughed like never before. He told me jokes that made my sides hurt. We ate something called popcorn and Coke the entire time. I think I had it before in the past, but I don't really remember. I was literally having the time of my life. Nothing in the whole world would beat doing this.

After that, we traded turns telling about our life. He told me about the awesome parties he went to. People dancing everywhere and having fun. I told him about the men I met like one guy who was like 70. I told that old dude that I was going to tell his granddaughter. Lucky for me, he had one. He looked terrified and gave me food.

We had the best time ever. We would tell truth or dares, take pictures together, and just dance. After it was all over, it must had been 10 at night. We had both had too much of some beverage that made you woozy.

Somehow, we ended up in his bedroom together with the lights off. In the end, he pushed me onto his bed and whispered into my ear. "I want you."