The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Take Responsibility

"Why aren't you paying attention to me? Wouldn't that be preferable? He'll be your fuck buddy!" Aiza poured the whiskey into a glass and put it in front of me. I swallowed it without hesitation and handed it back to her to give to me again. We're now alone at the bar counter, and I'm not sure how she managed to reserve it so that just we could enter. Easton couldn't come here because it was late at night. Perhaps this is why Aiza is so bold.

"Can you quit saying * hik * lewd things for a moment? What if I put dick on your mouth to get it to stop talking impolite things?" My voice was a little off-putting since the booze was starting to kick in. We've been drinking since earlier in the evening, and I don't believe I've seen her drink yet. Also, what if we were at a pub with a large crowd? If she uses derogatory language, she is not a woman.

"Ouch...!" What?! " I rolled my eyes at her as she slapped the back of my head, which I instantly grabbed and scratched since I was taken aback by the hit, but this woman simply laughed out loud.

"The way you speak and preach— You should be ashamed of what comes out of your mouth first. I never thought you were like this when drunk!" She can't stop laughing and grabs her stomach. Is there anything funny about what I said? I don't have any lines that I remember being funny. She positioned the wine in front of me again, and I frowned.

"How come I can't see you drinking? Are you trying to get me drunk?" I motioned with my hand to her. Because I am already bitter from the booze, there is air in my mouth. It appears to be more daring in my opinion.

"Why would I do something like that? Is it possible for me to have a plan for you?" She stroked my back, and I immediately believed what she was saying. She's correct; why would she get me drunk?

I pulled another glass down my throat and gulped it again. I shivered because the bitterness was too much for me. I rose up and nearly fell off the stool since it was too high for me. I may have continued to fall if Aiza hadn't caught me. With my stance in place, I took a critical look at the stoolText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

and wanted to kick it. Despite the fact that my body was limping, I pointed it out. With so much dizziness, I can't mend my body.

"You're fucked! You're just like them! You also wish to injure me once I have warmed you up!" I hit it, and it immediately hurt my palm." I beat it again since it didn't speak. During my halt, I glanced at Aiza, and it appeared like a question mark was going to emerge on top of her head because she was perplexed by what I was doing. When she stopped my foot, I would have kicked it again.

“Ahm. What exactly are you doing?" Her foot was blocking my foot so it wouldn't contact the iron.

I pointed to the chair with tears already in my eyes. “Look! Touch it!” I took her hand and held on to the chair that was still warm from my sitting. "See, after I heat, it wants to throw me here!" I don’t know why I’m getting angry just for this chair. I wiped away my tears.

I removed Aiza's hand that was holding me then I ran out of comfort. The cold breeze from the sea quickly passed through my long hair. The dress I was wearing went up and I seemed to have lost a little of my strength. I was about to walk to the shore when I stumbled because of the thick sand from the sea, my body slowly falling into the sand—

When a warm arm wrapped around my midsection, the scent he was wearing made me dizzy even more. A little more movement will force the vomit I've been avoiding to come out. When I noticed that one of my feet was already in the air, I elevated myself and withdrew the large hand.

As the fresh air passed again, I couldn't open my eyes. It seemed as though I was asleep from the cold. Perhaps with liquor, I'd want to close my eyes and feel the weight of my body. I approached the man, whose face I couldn't see due to the darkness, to beg for assistance, but as he touched me, I could smell his overwhelming flavor again.

Everything I ate and drank suddenly came out, and I puked on his clothing. He sprang backward to dump what I had vomited in the sand, but it was too late because the dirt was on his clothes. I'm

afraid I'll choke because I want to itch my nose and I'm getting a temperature.

“I don't know what to do with you. From then until now, you are still very stubborn!” His voice rose but I didn’t have time to listen to him because I wanted to lie down.

Even though he is disgusted he removes what I tried to get at him. In my intoxication, I could see Andrius' face and body on him. I walked over to him and took the hem of his dress and lifted it. I looked closely at his abs and touched them.

“Ehe ~ You too. Until now you still have abs.” I chuckle. If I'm dreaming I want to wake up. For me, the dreamy Andrius is a nightmare.

When he scooped my legs and hoisted me to where I was taken aback. I was taken aback by his enraged expression. I stroked his jaws because he reminded me of Andrius. When the brain consumes the body and my brain, they have their own lives.

I had no idea where this man was taking me, and because I was tired, I gripped his neck, and the next thing I knew, I was bound to the bed.

Not just normally tied but my hands and feet and tied to the corner feet of the bed.

“Oh. You're awake. It's time to take responsibility for what you have done.” When he said that he was looking at his pants with the zipper open and the cock standing up and looking like he hadn't calmed down before.