WORLD OF TWISTS: The Billionaire's Slave

HIS S€X SLAVE

[Veronica's POV]

The first thing I was ordered to do when we arrived at Harrison's magnificent mansion was to shower.

"I can't stand dirty girls around me," Harrison said. "Hurry up with your bath and meet me upstairs in my room."

I knew something was about to happen. In the shower, as the cold water washed over me, I thought about how my life had suddenly gone from being a miracle to a living hell. Why will life strike just when you are about to make it big? And what could make a billionaire accept to forget about his sister's death just because of a promise of fertility?

My heart was heavy with anger and agony and confusion. My own father sold me to this monster?

"What did I do to deserve this, dad?" I cried, feeling a heavy lurch in my throat and stomach. "Is there something you're punishing me for? But I've been loyal all my life!"

A sudden loud bang on the door jolted me back to reality.

"Open this f*****g door!" a voice shouted. Harrison's.

"I'm still taking my bath, sir," I stammered, looking around for a sponge.

"For how long? Open this door, now!"

I wrapped a towel around my body and unlocked the door. His eyes were almost reddish, anger oozing from them.

He pushed the door completely open and came in. He had a thin-fabric shirt on, and his hair was a ruffled mess. There was a dark shadow in his eyes.

Being alone with him in this bathroom scared the hell out of me. But it was nothing compared to when he stared at my towel. Without warning, he yanked it off my body.

His eyes lit up by what he saw. My breasts were round, and I was clean shaven down there. I tried to cover myself, but what could my hands do?

He came closer and touched my left n****e. A shiver coursed through me. Then he attacked both n*****s with his mouth and fingers. Sucking and flicking.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, throwing my head back as the unexpected pleasure hit me. My feet almost slipped off the floor. He held me tight, biting and sucking even to the point of pain.

Then he let go. I stood there, a smallish girl before him, gasping and begging for mercy. "Please, sir, I can't -"

He was furiously tugging at his belt. I needed no one to tell me what he was about to do.

I fell to my knees, my tears mixing with the shower. "Just give me a minute, sir," I cried. "Please." I didn't know how to voice it out, this secret of mine.

He wasn't listening. "That's the perfect position for my d**k, yes," he growled. He unzipped his pants and pulled out an eight-inch monster of a p***s. It was hard and glowing pink. "You know what to do with this," he said.

I yelped and tried to run away, but the bathroom was too small for that.

"Do you want me to call in the guards to hold you down?" he threatened. "I guess that's the way you want it."

I didn't want the guards holding me, so I slowly came closer, knelt and let him push his d**k into my mouth. I was a total novice in this, but the stories I've read in my teenage years gave me an idea. I sucked on it like a giant lollipop. It kept growing larger in my mouth. I was scared to the bones.

"You don't want your father in jail, do you?" he grunted as his hands were in my hair, pushing me in. "Then this is what you have to do. Suck on that like the little b***h you are. Like your life depends on it."

I kept gagging on his d**k. I hadn't had dinner, or I'd have thrown up.

"s**t, this feels so good," he groaned. "Look up at me," he said. "Watch me as you deepthroat my dick."

I looked up, but couldn't keep up with his eyes.

He f****d my mouth for a while, and when he was close to coming, he pulled out and bent me over.

I wasn't ready yet, but he pushed in. He met a blockage. I closed my eyes, trembling as I felt something break inside of me. This was my secret; I had never had s*x all my life.

"You"re a virgin?" he asked, surprise in his voice.

I nodded, and expected him to leave me alone. But he giggled and said, "Perfect." I heard him apply some lotion on his d**k.

And with my insides shouting with pain, Harrison Templeton plunged in and out of me, increasing his speed, groaning and holding onto the wall, pushing his entire meat through my p***y lips. Until he emptied his seeds into me.

This repeated the next day, and the next. And I couldn't help but wonder how this torture was his way of punishing my father for his twin sister's death. Because it didn't make sense. Harrison didn't make sense. But he was real.

"Let me make it clear to you, Veronica," he said to me one day. "You are levels lower than my maids. You shall call them boss, and call me lord or master. Am I clear?"

My sufferings increased. I worked so hard my fingers bled. Mopping the entire rooms, vacuuming, gardening. There were over ten washing machines in the mansion, but Harrison insisted I wash his jean pants with my bare hands. The maidservants did not offer any help, because when one of them had tried to, Harrison found out and slapped her so hard she lost hearing on that ear. The next day, she was fired.

My phone was filled with calls from my boss at the TV station. "Where the hell are you, Veronica?" he'd bark, and I'd promise to be in work the next day.

When Harrison noticed this, he gave me that warning: "Any day I see your feet in that TV station, consider yourself a dead woman."

Sometimes, I would stare at him while he slept, and wonder why his heart was so cold. What was his story? Then I would imagine what it would feel like to run a kitchen knife through his throat. Or to drop a pinch of rat poison into his tea. To end this torture once and for all.

But as the weeks passed, I never did any of these. A force I couldn't explain held me back. Was it the very fear of him? Was it the aura he possessed? Was it those eyes which had the oceans in them?

One day, however, I discovered what must have held me back.

I woke up with a dizziness. And when I tried to muscle it off, a vomit rushed up to my mouth. I fled to the bathroom. While I emptied my stomach, the truth dawned on me: I could be pregnant. My father was right.

Refusing to believe this, I snuck out to the pharmacist's office and bought a pregnancy test tube. In the closet of my bathroom, I worked on myself. Half an hour later, my face was streaming with tears as the tube revealed I was indeed pregnant, for Harrison. Of all men on earth, it was a beast.

I heard someone enter my room. I got dressed and went out. It was Smitty, the guard.

"Shh," he said with a tone of conspiracy. "I saw it all. I know you're pregnant for him. But I've come to warn you. If he finds this out, he's going to do something terrible to you."

My heart skipped a beat as I tried to imagine what that could be. Was it the reason he quickly agreed to my father's proposal?

Smitty pulled out a grey credit card from his jacket and gave it to me. "There's enough money in here to take you out of here. Far away. Get yourself a life somewhere. I know how to find you if I need to. I'll try and protect you from here."

The urgency in his voice told me he wasn't joking.

"Give me that," he said, referring to the pregnancy test tube.

"Why?"

He didn't answer as he took it from me. But that night, I fled.