Bought as His Toy

Stephanie Campbell sat on her bed, her body trembling uncontrollably. She tried to draw her legs back, curling up as much as possible, attempting to cover her overly exposed body. But it was useless. Instead, her movements pulled on the ropes tied around her, making her already prominent breasts even more pronounced. The black, sheer nightgown did nothing to cover any private areas. Instead, along with the ropes, it chafed against her n*****s, making her two crimson n*****s harden, flooding her with shame. Stephanie tightly crossed her legs, trying not to expose herself further, holding onto her last shred of dignity. 'Damn it!' Her so-called father, Victor Campbell, had colluded with traitors from the Nelson Brotherhood, secretly selling off their goods. Now, the leader of the Nelson Brotherhood had discovered this and was about to unleash his fury. Compared to the Nelson Brotherhood, a behemoth dominating the nation, the Campbell family was just a small-time mafia clan, barely a speck in a little town. They were no match in strength or influence. Her father hadn't even considered resisting. His only thought was to do whatever it took to appease the Nelson Brotherhood’s leader and save the family. In the end, his solution was to send his daughter to the Brotherhood leader’s bed to be his plaything, his slave. But it should have been her half-sister who faced this! Her father had always acknowledged only her sister as his legitimate child. She was merely the unrecognized illegitimate daughter, raised as a servant. She had managed to get into college, graduated smoothly, and found a job as a teacher, never once benefiting from her family's status. 'Why should I be the one to carry their burden now? Why am I being dragged back into this hell?!' As Stephanie sat there in despair, the door creaked open. She tensed up instantly, but she couldn't see the stern-faced, robust man who entered because of the blindfold. The man's scent was animalistic, musk, overwhelming her heightened senses. Deprived of sight, Stephanie felt like a deer being hunted. Seeing the scene inside, Theodore Nelson raised an eyebrow. The room was dimly lit by a single warm, suggestive lamp, casting its light directly on her. Under that light, her body looked like a piece of fine jewelry displayed in a glass case, glowing softly. 'Beautiful, but just a whore.' Theodore approached the bed, not bothering to remove her blindfold. He traced his hand down her neck, finally stopping on her tightly bound breasts. The moment his burning, hot hand touched her neck, Stephanie shivered uncontrollably. A wave of disgust flooded her. She couldn't imagine how to please a stranger, how to endure being pinned down on the bed and banged by him. Moreover, Theodore's reputation was that of an ugly, brutal, and unpredictable man. Stephanie gathered her strength, pulling back slightly, and then suddenly kicked her legs forward with all her might, hoping to hit his groin at this angle and buy herself some time. But instead of his expected cry of pain, she felt his scorching hand grip her ankle firmly. With a strong force, he flipped her back onto the bed. "Mmm!" The ropes harshly rubbed against Stephanie's sensitive parts, making her mind go blank for a moment. When she came to, she could feel him looming over her. Her futile resistance made Theodore chuckle disdainfully. 'A w***e sent by her father, yet she still pretends to be pure?' He grabbed the scanty, sexy lingerie that barely covered her and ripped it off, letting the black fabric flutter to the floor. The heat of his hand, the cool breeze from the black veil, and her heightened sense of touch from the blindfold all made Stephanie vividly aware of everything happening to her. She could almost feel his intense gaze caressing every inch of her body. "No!" Stephanie couldn't suppress any longer, blurting out. She twisted her body, trying to move away from him. But it was all in vain. The next second, she felt his hot and rough hand on her shoulder. At the same time, a cool, slightly painful sensation came from her n*****s, accompanied by the cheerful tinkling of bells. 'n****e clamps!' Stephanie remembered seeing them on the bedside table before she was blindfolded. "No! Not like this!" Her imagination ran wild as her nerves twisted her stomach in knots. The intense sensations brought tears to her eyes, dampening the blindfold. "I can do something else for you. I am the heiress of the Campbell family, and surely I have other values for you!" she pleaded desperately. "If you keep up this act, I'm gonna lose interest," he said coldly as he ripped off the blindfold before her eyes. Then, they both froze. "It's you?" Theodore looked at her beautiful face, now tinted with a subtle blush, her stubborn and mischievous eyes shining brightly. "It's you!" Stephanie also recognized the man she had just met yesterday. In an instant, a greater wave of shame and embarrassment enveloped her. 'Why did he always meet me at my most disheveled moments?'