Sold to Mafia Billionaire

"Sold," the bidder announced, and I could feel my body shaking with fear. All lights were on me, and I stood with my eyes low, unable to meet the gaze of the person who bought me.

At the age of fifteen, I was kidnapped from an orphanage and then sold to a secret society. They made me into a doll and fed me only the much-needed. My body was slim, bright, beautiful, natural, and attractive due to my age. I was just nineteen years old. This was my debut as a virgin escort. And, in society, we were called diamonds – the ones sold in the debut bids.

"Stand beside your master," the bidder said, and I silently moved towards the side. My gaze noticed the finely polished shoes, and I stood beside him, trying not to shake or tremble.

"I am Raymundo," he introduced himself in a low voice, and I gulped nervously. His breath fanned over my ear as he leaned in a little closer. His spice and expensive cologne consumed me as the fire consumed the forest once lit.

"I am Valentina," I replied in a terribly low voice, and suddenly, I felt his hand on the small of my waist. His fingers felt long and big. He gently brushed my spine’s base with his warming yet electrifying touch.

"Come with me," he muttered and guided me out of the maze of tables towards the empty gallery. As the door closed behind us, I felt a surge of different emotions, ranging from fear to nervousness to terror, running through my body. The tempting music playing in the background of the auction came to a halt.

A man with a pile of papers stopped us, and I noticed him signing all these papers. The man in the fine black suit stated, "Now, she is yours. Thank you so much for the Ten Million Dollars,"

My eyes widened when I heard the amount. I hadn't seen one thousand together, and this man bought me for ten million dollars. I couldn’t believe it.

I couldn't stop myself from lifting my eyes to look at him, and the moment my eyes landed on his face, my whole world shifted.

The Raymundo Luchio.

A shiver ran through my body as I lifted my gaze to stare into his piercing blue eyes. The gel set back his hair, and his wide forehead symbolised his greatness in the underworld.

I saw him at a party a long time ago, where we had to go for the strip dance. I noticed him sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand.

“Let’s go,” I came out of my thoughts as he exclaimed. His voice sounded even deeper, intense and like a warning before a storm.

He placed his hand once again on my lower back, and I tried to walk comfortably and not trip myself in his charm and dangerously attractive aura.

He was a walking Kingdom. On his single order, the government fears and the politicians kneel down. He was infamously known for his huge business empire, which supported various parts of society. He was old, maybe around thirty-two, as the last news I heard of him was about a year ago when he clicked pictures with the president of the USA at a charity function.

Good people knew him for his multi-billion-dollar heritage and Kingdom, but the wrong people, like us, knew him for his brutality. He was known to be the most heartless man who could fire anyone in the white and kill many in the black.

There was no grey in between. And I felt my colours fading away in between.

He guided me through the auction’s hotel, which was conducted in the most protected and secret place in the city. A seven-star hotel on which no one could even lift an eye.

“You call me master,” he said as we walked out the door. It was 2 Am in the morning, which I noticed through the lavish wooden clock in the lobby area. “But, in public, you can call me Raymundo,” he added, and I looked at the big Limo waiting for him already. A group of bodyguards, not less than eight, with AK 47’s, paying attention to his safety.

One of them opened the door for him, and he pushed me forward to help me slide in. My bold, red, sparkling long-tail dress that had moped the floor hung low as I sat down. And, before I could bend down to pick it up, he bent forward to pick it up for me.

My heartbeats raced with this alone. I didn’t know what exactly was waiting for me. He climbed up and sat in front of me. The bodyguards closed the door, and I couldn’t see anything outside because of the tinted glasses. He consumed all of the space as he sat comfortably. He opened his suit’s button, widened his arm over the armrest and shifted low, opening his legs wider. My breath hitched when I mistakenly noticed his belt. If I wasn't wrong, it was one of the most expensive brands – Ronald Iten.

“Are you comfortable? Valentina,” he asked in a deep voice, and suddenly, his phone rang before I could even answer.

He inhaled deeply and pressed a button in the car.

“Hello, sir,” the person exclaimed from the other side of the call. It was audible through the speakers in the car. “We wiped him off,” he added, and Raymundo nodded slightly and replied. “Enjoy the vacation,” and cut the call.

For a moment, I felt as if they were talking about killing someone.

“Sorry for the interruption. Are you comfortable?” He asked, and I pressed my thighs together and nodded slightly. My hair was falling on my chest. My corset-styled top of the dress fell low, revealing my full breasts. The staff in the secret society used to give me weekly massages to enlarge my breasts. We were asked to wear body shapes all the time to keep our waists tiny, breasts full and hips wide.

“Yes, master,” I muttered, and he gulped and looked away for a moment. The dim lights coming from the small lights fixed on the low of the door cast a soft glow on his face. I noticed his fingers gently tapping his thighs. I was feeling nervous and excited all together.

I was sold at the biggest bid; there was slight pride in me but fear about my future. Well, there was no business in our business. He could kill me at this moment, and no one would ever know.

“What are your hobbies?” He asked suddenly as if trying to push the conversation, and I gulped nervously before lowering my gaze. I didn’t know what my hobbies were, but I liked cooking.

“Cooking, master,” I responded slowly, not raising the volume above the particular decibel we were taught.

He nodded. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” He asked. I felt my fingers turning colder with the car’s AC. I shook my head slowly and replied. “No, master,”

We were not allowed even to see any man. We were taught only the etiquette about everything. Even till yesterday, I didn’t know what happens when a man buys a girl from the auction. It was my trainer who explained to me briefly that he would have sex with me, maybe. And I was still unsure what Sex was. All I was told was that he would put his genitalia in mine. And, I couldn’t figure out what his genitalia would be like that it would go into mine.

“Come here,” he ordered in his same deep voice, and I slowly shifted down on my knees and sat in front of him. We were told that we would sit low on their feet unless we were told to stand up and walk. A slight smile appeared, and he placed his hand on my chin, lifting it slightly. My heartbeats began to race as he gently brushed my chin with his lips and questioned.

“Do you know why I bought you?”

I bit the inside of my lips and tried to mutter back. “For sex, master,” my voice came out shaky, and he smiled even more. “And, you know what sex is?” He asked, and I didn’t know, but I couldn’t lie, so I shook my head.

“Not exactly, master,” I felt thousands of emotions, and fear was the prime.

He nodded and signalled me to sit back in my place. He rang a little bell, and in a matter of seconds, I looked at a lady walking in the compartment from behind. It was like a running train; a small door opened, and the lady appeared. Although, she had to walk with her frame bent a little.

My eyes widened with shock, and I tried not to come over my face as she was wearing literally nothing. Her breasts were caged in a tiny, black bra set, and her lower body was covered with string panties. I could see the fat in her ass. She was bright; her body was tight.

She kneeled before him and began to unbuckle his belt. My fingers fisted, and I looked into his eyes. He stared back at me with intense fire, and I could feel as if my heart would come out of my chest.

Once she finished unbuckling his belt, he took something out. My eyes widened with shock. It was visible on my face now. Suddenly, I wanted to run away. It was long, big, thick and deep red, two shades darker than his normal complexion.

“That’s a dick, cock, or whatever you want to call,” he muttered in a slow and deep voice, and I gulped nervously.

“Yes, master,” I muttered in response. We were told to reply to everything we said.

He smiled, looking at me, and then the girl took his tongue out and licked his dick from the low to the tip. His hand shifted to her nape. My breath hitched when she licked it a few more times before swallowing it inside her mouth. He blinked and lowered his gaze on it. I could feel that he was feeling something as I was feeling something myself between my legs. I remembered the monthly massages that we used to get from women's staff to keep our pussies in good health. Our master always said that it was our biggest asset.

He tightened his hold on her nape and collected her ponytail in his hand. The thing accelerated quickly as he animalisticly began to move her head up and down on his cock.

A deep, muffled sound echoed in the car. Her widened hips were on full display to me. He arched his head back before he looked at me. His face had turned red, and I could feel tightness in my cheeks. I could feel a slight ache in my own pussy.

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