Pity Me Mr. Billionaire

The melodious voice of Celine Dion woke me up. I look and see that it is coming from my phone kept on the nightstand beside my bed.

 That melodious voice of Celine is making me wish for sweet, romantic love like that fictional book of pride and prejudice, and I find myself already in love with the caller.

Well, not until I glance at the screen.

I hissed before checking the time.” 11:49” It says.

I made a mental note to change the ringing tune of that particular number to something else. Maybe a song that says; you are a monster, I hate you, die or if possible, rot in hell. 

Only if there are songs like that.

 But no matter what, I am definitely changing that tune to a sorrowful song so whenever it calls I will be reminded of how much pain he brings to my life.

As I try to swipe the answer icon, it stops and a message pops in. 

“ In thirty minutes.”

I became angry. My happy mood turns sour immediately.

Seeing the message, I already know who it's from and what it entails. I don't need any more elaboration on it. Neither do I require anyone to explain it further to me.

Simple.” That devil wants me to come to his house in thirty minutes and under this harsh weather of the night."

I reluctantly stand up from my bed and walk to my room window made of glass, glancing through it to stare out.

OUTSIDE, the icy wind peppers the windows of the luxury houses around the vicinity and I can hardly see through. It is blanketed by a white something that looks like a cloud, shading the interiors of the room and blocking the shimmers of light from pecking out of those flats.

I took my eyes away and then gaze up at the sky. No stars nor moons are illuminating the dark cloudy heaven as droplets after droplets of snow trip down the earth in majesty and power like a warrior courageously walking onto a war front in a bid to save his nation.

As it falls, it fills the tarred road up, leaving it in ice.

Although it is nighttime, I can see clearly due to the street lights glowing brightly around the fashionable New York street.

I don't quite remember how long I stood there gazing out until I felt a cold sensation wash over me leaving goosebumps all over my body, so I have to retreat inside my room to lie down on my bed in the comfort of my duvet when I remember the message on my phone earlier, and I headed instead to my wardrobe.

As I sort through my wardrobe looking for a warm dress to wear I remember he doesn't like me dressing in cover-up clothes whenever I visit him, rather would prefer I wear all exposed clothes that reveal all of my body. 

It's more like being naked. If preferably on my undies or better still a birthday suit.

I always dress as he wants but, with today's weather, I do not think I can.

As I journey on the street marching like a determined soldier on a mission to save, sticking out my legs forcefully from the snow swallowing them while trying to steady my steps not to fall inside the snowdrops that have covered the road and are still falling covering more and more of it.

The droplet of snow falls on me at the same time, hitting me fiercely with the howling winter cold that I can feel myself shaking slightly even with the massive fur I am wearing.

I know very well how worst it would have been if I were not wearing any and possibly dress in the exposed minidress the devil's brother wants me to wear.

Reaching the middle of the road, I look around searching for a taxi or cab that will convey me to his house but find none. Not that I expected to see any, though.

I mean, who will dare to drive on a road covered with snow at midnight under the cold weather? Not even a soul was outside the street.

Everyone must be in the shade of their room enjoying the warmth and comfort it offers while I am wandering about in the cold. The only difference is that I have a destination in mind.

To see queen Jezebel in a Man's form.'

At one point, I feel like going back home, back to the comfort of my room while I lay on my bed with my duvet protecting me and keeping the cold away from me. Giving me a warmth which I yearn for. But I know I can't, not when I am not free from him. 

I am still under his slavery.

As I continue walking, trotting down the deserted snow tar street that leads to his house. A feeling of relief surges immediately into me when I see his house miles away. I felt a bit better, knowing that phase one of my suffering has come to an end.

Hastening my steps and briskly dragging my legs to move faster than before until I am standing face to face with his gate.

Even though I know that walking through that gate is like walking into hell, I feel relief, at least I will be relieved from this ice snow hitting harshly on me.

I knock, and after a few minutes see a head pop out through an opening.

“Hey!” I whisper out loud, waving.

The door opened and the security stood staring at me wide-eyed and in shock and confusion, probably wondering what I was doing there at the time of the night under the snowy weather.

“Hey, James." I called, " Can I come in?"?

“Oh yeah….oh yeah.” He exclaimed, shifting a bit to allow me to squeeze myself past him. 

And I did. Waving at him after without turning, even though I can feel his burning pitiful eyes on me as I walk. 

But I dare not look. I don't want to look pathetic. He probably must be feeling sad for me.

When I get to the front of the house, I dust off some snow still hanging on my fur before walking in. 

I know I am supposed to take off my fur bearing my exposed dress before I go to his room, but I am too cold to do that. The icy snow and cold wind which has hit me have penetrated deep inside me. I can feel my muscles and bones contrasting and weakening. 

So instead of taking it off, I walk to his room still covered with it.

Inside his room, he is sitting In his bed and a towel tied on his loin. Another towel is spread on his neck and back.

He was slightly bent, his attention on his phone, but I know he is quite aware of my presence.

“Good morning Master.” I greeted, bowing down even though he wasn't staring at me.

“You are an hour late, why?” He asks not to respond to my earlier greeting. Not even looking at me. His attention is still on his phone.

Hearing his voice brought fear into my heart. I froze literally. And a cold chill of horripilation runs over me as fear and panic set in.

The goosebumps were much and this time it is terrific since it isn't born out of cold, but rather fear. I can feel my heart throbbing louder and more rapidly than its normal beat.

“I… I couldn't find a cab.” I stammered out.

“Exactly what I expected. You always have an excuse. Always at all times something to justify your….” His words hang as he turns to me. 

He eyes my body thoroughly, with shimmers of anger pecking into his earlier expressionless face.

“What is this? What the fuck are you wearing?!” He thundered.” Is that what I ask you to wear whenever I send it to you?” He added.” Answer me!”

“I … I didn't mean to. It was cold, I. I…”

“Shut up.” He suddenly sprung up, frightening me more.

I unconsciously move back.

“Always with an excuse. Always disobeying me.” He murmured more to himself, but I heard before he added.” I own you May. I can take your freedom anytime. Not only that, but I can send you to jail and I can ruin you. That you are walking freely is because of me. Don't forget that. 

DON'T FORGET, I'VE GOT THE POWER AND AUTHORITY OVER YOU! You are my toy and my PLAYTHING! ….and I can do anything I want to you, anytime, any day.” He expounded. 

All this while his hand was strangling me, I could feel myself, my breath drifting off from me as he spat those words directly in my face.

I couldn't do anything but cry.

He took his hand away from my neck and I flump with a thud, hitting my butt on the bare floor—hard.

The pain was unbearable, but it wasn't my concern yet as I am still trying to regulate my breath.

 He sits down, his eyes on the floor tapping his foot repeatedly while looking to be in deep thought — also.

After a while, he turns to me.” Stripe.” He ordered, daring me to disobey.

My heart clinches, and tears prickle my eyes more as I plead to him hoping he will reconsider.

His grim eyes remain on me, it is cold, gloomy, and rigid. It has no single gleam or pity.

 I couldn't withstand the darkness shimmering in them, so I took my eyes away, lifted my hand and tearfully began to remove my clothes.

 I prayed to God he is not going to sleep with me as a punishment. 

With the forceful sex, he had with me this morning in the office, I can badly feel the pain. The ache in my leg hasn't subsided and getting another fucking in my vagina or anus hole will probably cripple me.

After I finish removing my dress, now stake naked before his prying eyes. 

He stood up and started coming towards me.

My heart stops and I unconsciously take wobbly steps back…