The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Rafael’s POV

I couldn’t believe my ears when Natalie said yes and agreed to give it a try just once, so she could make her decision. I felt grateful, nonetheless.

She bit her lower lip, waiting for my next move. I enjoyed the intensity of her gaze as she anticipated my touch. I knew then that the chemistry between us was undeniable.

“Take off your clothes!” I started, in a command tone.

She stared at me blankly without giving any reaction. All I saw on her face was confusion.

“Take them off, Natalie!” I ordered again, firmly, with a more insistent tone this time.

The flush of red on her cheeks heightened her allure, making her seem even more attractive, as if inviting possession. She averted her gaze from mine as she slowly removed her shirt.

“Look me in the eye and keep taking off the rest,” I murmured softly, attempting to ease her evident embarrassment.

She bit her lip and placed her hands on her trousers, unbuttoning them as she locked eyes with me. I felt my body tense with desire, but I restrained myself. I didn’t want to spoil this moment. I needed to be patient.

Completely naked, she stared at me expectantly. I swallowed hard and began to slowly remove my clothes. Her eyes widened as each piece came off. With a deep breath, my heart racing, I reached for her. Despite my experience of such encounters, I found myself stunned by her beauty. The sense of anticipation was entirely novel to me. Never before had I longed for a woman as intensely as I did at that moment.

I stood before her, my chest bare, clad only in my jeans. With her wide eyes, she scrutinized my physique before reaching out to touch my chest. My heart fluttered as her fingers traced my muscles. Closing my eyes, I leaned in to kiss her, gently pushing her back against the wall. She stumbled, her breath catching as I pressed her firmly. Our lips met, and I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation.

As her fingers brushed against my back muscles, I felt overwhelmed. This wasn’t how things were supposed to unfold; I should be the one in control, not her. With a sudden surge of determination, I grasped her hands firmly above her head and took a step back, freeing myself from the intoxicating embrace that threatened to consume me.

She looked at me quizzically, then reached her hand toward my chest once more. Though reluctant, I knew I had to stop her. As I tightened my grip on her hands, she gazed at me with a puzzled expression.

“You’re not allowed to touch me until I give you permission!” I said firmly, struggling to maintain a controlled and natural tone.

She blinked several times, as if she was interpreting what I had just said. Understanding that all of this was new to her, I gave her the time to comprehend. However, after a few seconds, she nodded with agreement.

I retrieved my tie from where I had dropped it by the side of the bed. Grabbed her hands and I secured them to the window handle. She asked, her voice a mixture of concern and excitement, “What are you doing, Raf?”

“Just preparing you,” I murmured, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. “Call me Master. Just Master. No other names.”

I took a step back, surveying her with satisfaction. Locking eyes with her, I spoke in a clear tone, emphasizing one of the most crucial rules. “Choose a safety word.”

She smiled a small, uncertain smile, betraying the confusion she felt. “What do you mean? What’s a safety word?”

I lifted her chin gently, meeting her gaze as I clarified, “You understand that I’ll be employing some force and intensity, as outlined in the contract, right?”

She swallowed and nodded, so I proceeded, “When you reach your limits and feel that you can’t take it anymore. You can’t bear the pain or the pleasure. Say the safe word which we will agree on now,”

“That’s a relief,” she said with an awkward smile. After a brief pause, she added, “Rafy. The safe word is Rafy.” Her smile widened as she declared it.

I frowned in confusion. Why would she choose my name as a safe word? I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why would you pick my name?”

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and replied casually, “When we were little kids, you always saved and protected me from other kids’ bullying. Back then, I used to call you Rafy. Don’t you remember?”

She shocked me, and a pang of guilt washed over me. In our childhood, I had been her protector, but now I found myself pulling her into my dark world.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked, feeling hesitant to proceed further.

She blinked several times, her long eyelashes fluttering, and gazed at me expectantly with her big eyes. My lower body grew increasingly tense as I glanced at her lower body. Never before had I felt such an intense desire to possess a woman.

“Let me possess you, bebe,” I whispered, barely hearing my own voice.

“I’m yours, Master,” she obediently replied, surprising me.

I patted her head and said in a satisfied tone, “Good girl.” Then, I added, “One more thing, as an incentive for you, my slave: the more you endure, the more valuable your prize will be.”

A worry briefly flickered in her eyes, but she supressed it immediately.

I turned around and walked toward her wardrobe, picking up a scarf hanging inside it. Returning to her, I declared, “I’m going to cover your eyes.”

With her cheeks flushed, I continued to caress her bare skin, sending a small shiver through her delicate, smooth body. I whispered, “Do you like it?”

She nodded and replied, “It’s like a tickling.”

My equipment was primary, so I wasn’t expecting to do much tonight. Nevertheless, I was determined to possess her in every possible way.

I ran the brush down her body, causing her to gasp as a shiver ran through her entire being. Now, the game would begin.

I refrained from touching her, instead continuing to brush her skin with the soft, long brush slowly, teasing her body and testing the limits of her self-control for long minutes.

“Ra..,” she began, then corrected herself, “Master, please!”

“We’re not quite ready to start. Just playing around, dear,” I said, relishing the awkwardness in her facial expression.

I brushed every single part of her body with the brush, causing her to writhe and squeeze her legs together from desire. Her body was on fire, ready for me. But I wasn’t even considering starting yet.

“You’ll have to make more effort to convince me to fuck you, not just by rolling your body, slave,” I said, relishing the shock on her face. I really enjoyed her facial expressions. She was naive and lacked sexual knowledge.

All the slaves before her meant nothing to me; they were merely tools to satisfy my dark desires. However, they were professionals seeking their own pleasure. With Natalie, everything was different. I needed immense effort to control myself, resisting the urge to throw her onto the bed and plunge deeply inside her.

She pressed her legs tightly together and pleaded, “Master, fuck me!” leaning towards me, her heated body yearning for contact. I took a step back to avoid any physical contact and replied, “No touching, my slave.”

She swallowed hard and mumbled, “Why?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Kneel on your knees and put your hands behind your back. I’m just training you now, Natalie, so be patient. We’ve only just begun.”

I untied her hands but kept her eyes covered, then ordered, “Get down on your knees.”

She obeyed without discussion or argument, and I was grateful for that.

“Put your hands behind your neck and beg me to fuck you!” I felt her body stiffen once I ordered her to do so.

I bent down behind her, started to braid her long hair, and whispered gently, “Come on, say it!”

She hesitated for a moment, then finally whispered, “Please fuck me, Master.” I smiled and whispered back, “Good girl.” After finishing braiding her hair, I kissed her neck and guided her to the sofa.