The Billionaire's New Slave

Chapter5;Mabel

MABEL

The room was dark when I opened my eyes and I knew instantly I didn’t make it to heaven. But if that was hell, it was not so hot, as a matter of facts it felt comfortable. On impulse my hands went to my body to check for stabs or injuries that might have been afflicted by a knife but I found none.

I jumped out of bed quickly, I looked around, I was still alive and I was still in his house.

It didn’t feel or sound good to me at all, my life was in grave danger and I could already imagine the kind of death I’d die if I didn’t do anything.

A man who could murder in cold blood like he did earlier could truly skin a lady alive especially one who tried to steal his money and kill him.

I made for the door, and tactfully opened it, I was grateful it didn’t make a sound. I could still remember the password to the chamber.

I’d sneak out and hang around the mansion hoping that the gate would be empty at some point during the day so that I’ll escape and go into hiding.

I was closing the door soundlessly when he came out of his room. I died a thousand deaths at that instant we made eye contact.

My hand was on the door knob still and it was obvious I was trying to escape, I knew I looked like a criminal at that point and he was just there. Perfect and even more beautiful. He wasn’t smiling neither did he look angry but truth is I haven’t spent time enough with him to know the difference in his facial expressions, if there are any. He was shirtless and a bandage was neatly placed on the spot where he was stabbed.

“Good night,”

I whispered awkwardly, as sweat betrayed me, the same way I crept out of the room I found myself creeping back in. I pushed the door to close it but it didn’t close.

My heart beat twice in one second and I thought I had a heart attack instantly. I didn’t push the door any further but took a step away, the door opened and his face came to view.

He looked beautiful and deadly at the same time. He was walking towards me the door had closed behind him. I couldn't help but acknowledge how sexy he looked.

Tears gathered in my eyes as his eyes shone like fire and he kept approaching while I retreated cowardly with tears now flowing.

“I was blinded by grief,”

I confessed without being asked as he got close and I realized I was almost at the wall.

“I wanted to make you pay for taking me away from my father, and not allowing me to give him a decent burial, I wasn’t thinking… I’m sorry,”

I apologized in a whisper the moment he closed the space between us and he grabbed my hair roughly tilting my head.

My hands went to his bare shoulders, my heart beating unsteadily in my heart. I opened my mouth to plead again but my words turned to muffles as his lips met mine.

My body tensed, I couldn’t look at him and I couldn’t object. He didn’t just plant a kiss on my lips but was expertly sucking my lips at a good pace.

I didn’t want to believe what was happening but when my body relaxed without my permission, I knew it was for real.

I found myself parting my lips to give me access and his grip on my hair tightened the moment I returned the kiss.

His lips were warm and sweet on mine, tasting like vanilla, his kiss was firm and passionate. I allowed my hands move to his neck and his ran to my bum immediately.

He carried and helped me support myself on him without breaking the kiss… we were still by the wall and apart from his hands on my bum to hold me the wall was another support.

The kiss was intensifying and I was afraid the desires in my heart towards my new master at that moment was intensifying too. His hands roamed around my body as he led me to the bed. I was still in the dress I was wearing since I came, but the way he navigated his way to my breasts made me realized he must have studied the dress.

He laid me gently on the bed, he broke the kiss so we could catch our breaths for a while, but his fingers crept to my n*****s,

“It’s true then,”

He was playing around them teasing them,

“You really do have hair around your n*****s,”

He confirmed, by the time he took my lips again, my n*****s were standing erect and he was pinching and squeezing them with both hands. I broke the kiss unwillingly, a soft moan escaping from my mouth,

“Ah,”

He trailed kisses on my collarbone down to my breast taking one in his mouth while his finger worked on the other, my hands held his head firmly to my breast as I felt pleasure taking over my entire body.

My dress was light and didn’t seem like a hindrance, but he tore it apart before trailing kisses down my stomach. He parted my legs widely, settling in between my legs. He looked at me as his finger danced around my c*nt and it took deliberate effort on my part to keep my eyes open.

The finger snuck into my pantie and touched my cl*t teasing it. I grabbed the sheets as desire swept through my body. He yanked off my pantie and rubbed his hand on my v spot and I was gladder as I felt tickles there.

His thumb rubbed my cl*t slowly and lazily as he kept his eyes on me,

“You brought him to my house for this didn’t you?”

“No…”

I whispered my eyes barely opening as my grip on the sheets became tighter. And I could feel my juice soaking his fingers abundantly

“You had plans, I ruined it but you didn’t give up,”

His voice was husky and sexy

“You wanted this so badly, yes?”

He asked again, this time two fingers slide into my hole and I tried to close my legs to embrace them but he trapped my legs stopping me.

My breath was increasing as the number of his fingers increased in my p*ssy, he didn’t seem to care but he kept his pace firm and steady as he directed his fingers in and out.

“No…”

I whispered as he increased his pace driving me crazy

“No…?”

His voice sounded disappointed and his fingers were working magically in my hole. I could feel my orgasm building but the moment his answer came, his fingers came to a halt.

He pulled them out of my h*ney pot and they were dripping with v*gina juice, he rubbed it off on my bare stomach.

“I thought you did.”

Was his cold expressionless answer before he got up and left the room.