The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

Intense pain surged through my body like a relentless wave of torment. I felt as though I were trapped in a bubble of agony. Struggling to open my eyes, I sensed the pain between my legs intensifying.

I moaned, tossing and turning with discomfort. The red light surrounding me only intensified the feeling of unease.

“You’re finally awake?” I heard his deep voice say.

I tried to turn my head to see him, but I couldn’t move my body. My hands and legs were tied up tightly.

“Raf? Please, I need you!” I said, overwhelmed by the feeling between my legs. I tried to squeeze them together, but they were tied firmly.

“Raf? Why are you tying me?” I asked anxiously. The feeling inside me was increasing, and I couldn’t tolerate it any longer. I needed him. I wanted him to fuck me.

“Rafael, please!” I begged this time.

Was I dreaming?

The uncertainty gnawed at me.

But the answer came swiftly when a sudden impact struck between my legs.

I screamed in pain, and then I saw him standing before me. He was wearing jeans, his muscular chest exposed. In one hand, he held a long whip with a tall leather brush at its end, and in the other hand, he held a red silk rope.

A grin stretched across his face, his eyes like two pools of ice.

The eerie red light made him seem even more menacing.

I stretched my hand towards him, craving his touch. At that moment, I didn’t care that I was tied up or where I was. All I wanted was to quell the overwhelming sensation consuming my body.

But he didn’t move. He just kept staring at me. I tried to move, to resist the ties, but it felt like I was stuck in place. I was completely helpless.

“This is mine. Only mine, slave,” I heard him say in a cold tone, tapping his whip gently on my bussy.

I nodded in agreement, “Yes, it is.”

He struck my bussy more violently this time, causing me to tense up from the pain.

“But you offered it to other men,” he said in a sharp tone. Then, he held my chin firmly and added, “Do you hear me? Men, not just one!”

I didn’t care about anything he was saying. All that mattered to me at that moment was to feel his touch. It was as if a superpower of desire, unlike anything I had ever experienced before, invaded my body.

I started trying to push my body towards him as he bent down, holding my chin.

“Not yet. You’re being punished. You have to take your punishment for behaving badly, slave,” he said, then he bit my lips as if he was nibbling a fruit. I tried to kiss him, but he held my chin more tightly and hissed between his gritted teeth, “Don’t!”

He let go of my chin and walked behind me. I tried to follow his steps with my eyes, but I couldn’t. He stood directly behind me, then put the red silk rope around my eyes and tied it.

“You know I respect you, don’t you?” he said gruffly.

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“I don’t hear you!” he said sharply.

“Yes, I know,” I reassured, my lips were swollen and sensitive.

Even though my mind wasn’t understanding everything at the moment.

“Good. Because in a few seconds, you’ll feel like I don’t,” he said nonchalantly.

I swallowed hard, a knot of apprehension forming in my throat.

And yes, it was indeed a punishment.

The thing was not far away from making love only, it was far away from sex itself. Sex is a fancy thing besides what he did to me. Even I was in that state, drugged, I felt the pain, the harm, the insults. Things I couldn’t believe that my Rafy could ever do. He was a monster. He wasn’t Rafael I always knew. He treated me literally like a slave, a bitch slave.

I begged him to stop countless times, but he didn’t. He kept repeating one word: “You’re punished!”

Even though it wasn’t much physical harm, he did make me feel extreme pain. On the other hand, I have had my orgasm blenty of times.

After three hours, he untied me. He stared at my body, then rested his forehead on mine and asked, “Why didn’t you use the safe word?”

I didn’t reply. My memory was foggy. All I wanted was to sleep, and that’s exactly what I did.

I didn’t know how much time I slept, but when I woke up, I found myself in a different room from the previous one. I surveyed the room with curiosity, but I couldn’t recognize the place. It was a luxurious room with white bedsheets and curtains.

I looked down at my body and noticed I was wearing white pajamas. Pain and foggy memories throbbed in my head, but nothing was clear. A dancing floor, Debbie grabbing my hair and slapping me… Then, I paused for a second. Images of Rafael half-naked in a red room started to appear and disappear in my pulsing head.

I gasped as I walked towards the tall mirror in one of the room corners. Staring at my face, I noticed it was a little pale. I began to touch the small bruises on my jawline, and as the long pajama sleeve rose slightly, it revealed a thick blue line on my wrist. Frowning, I lifted my sleeve higher to find more bruises. The more I revealed of my body, the more bruises I found.

Now, I stood almost naked before the mirror, wearing only my underwear. My body was covered with bruises.

When I say covered, I mean it, literally covered with blue and green bruises.

My eyes widened in disbelief. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

I remembered everything that happened last time as unbearable pain surged in my head.

I was still in a daze when the door swung open and Rafael walked in.

He stared at my body for a moment, then said in an icy tone, “Have you checked social media?”