When I helped the powerful billionaire William Bosworth, after he’d received a severe beating one night in a back street of Las Vegas three years ago, I did not expect my life to turn out this way—becoming a pet to the influential man who makes my heart ache for him, who not only sees me as his plaything, but as someone who is special to him, someone who loves him unconditionally.

My name is Savanah White, and I was sold as a pet, a sex toy, by my stepmother to the highest bidder in order to pay off her gambling debt. William Bosworth is that highest bidder. He is now my master, and I must obey his every command—be it outside or inside the bedroom, behind closed doors where his show of adoration makes me burn for more. This is our story.

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I wasn’t used to this new extravagant lifestyle I was leading. The makeup, the dressing up, and the going out to dinner parties and meeting rich, influential people who refused to look twice at me, who refused to think of me as anything more than an ornament, a toy, a sex pet to a powerful billionaire; it exhausted me. All I wanted was a simple life, like the girls my age lead; going to college, going out with friends, getting a boyfriend, and studying hard to pass exams. More than anything, at the moment, I simply wanted to shut myself in my bedroom with a good book, and let the time and the world pass me by, while I lost myself in a fictional world; a world where nothing could hurt me and where no one would beat me. But of course, that was fiction and this was real life, and sometimes real life, or fate as most call it, dealt you a big blow, such as when your mom suddenly died from cancer when you were barely five years old, and then your dad married a bitch named Marie who liked to drink and gamble, and beat you up to vent on her own frustration at the unfairness of life.

After that big change, I had assumed that this was it, this was my life now and I just had to accept it and live with it. Of course, I had learned to endure all the shits, to always dream I could lead a better life once I was able to get out, to break the chain, as it were. Thinking back, how I wanted to laugh now at my own naivety.

God, if only I hadn’t saved him that night. The handsome, powerful billionaire named William Bosworth, who was standing next to me now, the man who had been severely beaten on a back street of Las Vegas, three years ago. If only I hadn’t been so compassionate, and taken him in, nursing him, and taking care of him as if he was important to me. If only I hadn’t been so young, innocent, and had such high hopes and silly romantic fantasy. If only...

If only I hadn’t fallen for him then.

If only Dad hadn’t gotten himself involved with drugs and the Mexican Mafia. If only Marie wasn’t knee-deep in gambling debts, and thought I was beautiful with an untouched pussy; a virgin angel of an ornament rich men desired to fuck. If only she didn’t think I was the perfect object to sell in order to solve the family’s money problem. Then, and only then, would I not be encountering this fate now, where I was a mistress to this particular billionaire, the man who made me scream in sexual pleasure at night, the man who made my heart ache, begging him for more, pleading with him to not only see me as his pet but as someone who was special to him, someone who loved him unconditionally.

I glanced up at the handsome man, and instantly my heart raced. I bit my lip and then stiffened a little because my high heels were killing my feet.

William shifted his bluish-grey eyes at me, and an amused smile played across his lips.

Good Lord, but the man was way too striking for my liking. I hadn’t been able to stop myself from drooling over his good looks then, nor could I do that now. I tried not to react to his smile, and concentrated instead on standing in such a way that the heels wouldn’t hurt my feet as much.

“You look like you’re about to faint,” he said.

I licked my lips and tucked my long hair behind my ear, a habit I had whenever I was nervous.

“I’m fine,” I lied.

“Are your feet all right?” he asked, his eyes cast downward to the new shoes he had bought for me. I couldn’t deny that the pair of gold colored shoes looked good on my legs, the straps wrapping tightly about my slim limbs like those of a ballet dancer. It made me looked exotic and sexy, and certainly, pleasing to the eyes—especially William’s eyes.

This was one of William’s fetishes. He liked things tight on his pet, like the shoes and the unseen corset I was wearing right now beneath this cute frilly dress. He made sure I had it on right and tight, but not too tight, because he knew it’d be hard for me to breathe. He liked that I looked good in it—the fancy, sexy garment accentuating my slim waist and enhancing my breasts. He liked fucking me with it on, with the corset wrapped erotically around my body while his hands held firm about my waist and his cock was buried deep inside me. All the while he watched me writhing beneath him, crying out his name as he pounded into me.

The thought of him making love to me made my tummy quivered in excitement, and my breath to catch at the back of my throat. I had never been like this before, loving everything about William and what he did to me in the bedroom behind closed doors... be it the normal kind or the dark and disturbing kind of sex play.

Before I had started leading this new life of mine, I had never thought much about sex. It was just something I wanted to do with someone I loved when I met that person, which back then, at seventeen years of age, had been him anyway. I had kept myself for him, refusing advances from other boys from school. My heart and my body was for William alone, and no one else. It was funny how that one dream of mine had come true in one of the most bizarre ways. Me being sold as a pet in the black market.

I returned my thoughts to the present and stared long and hard at my shoes.

“It’s my first time wearing them,” I said, referring to the shoes. “I hadn’t had time to break them in.”

He sighed as if he was frustrated. Suddenly, he snapped, “We’re leaving.”

I frowned, confused. We were leaving? Already? When we had just finished dinner and the night was still a long way off for these party goer millionaires and billionaires?

“But what about your clients from China,” I asked, in concern, my eyes on the Chinese men across the room. They were very important people, after all. They were the honored guests, and for us to leave... For William to leave so suddenly, wouldn’t it be a slap to their faces? Wouldn’t it tarnish his name and reputation?

“They can deal,” he said. “Wait here.”

I didn’t have time to react before he left me. I watched him walk over to the men across the ballroom.

These rich, powerful people, I knew, were here to make business deals with William. Their importance where William’s attention was concerned superseded me, a mere mistress. Yet...

William chose me over them. Certainly, his action made me feel special. He made me feel happy. Yes, I felt empowered, yet uncertain and afraid at the same time. Was it right for William to jilt them for me?

I wasn’t used to people favoring me. I was usually the one who got jilted, be it with friends, whom I knew weren’t really friends, and family. I wasn’t important. I was used to being invisible.

It didn’t take him long to return to my side. Without breaking stride, he grabbed my hand and led me out the door without a backward glance.

I wanted to ask him what he had said to those people, but I kept my mouth shut because I knew he didn’t like me asking him questions about his business. It may be odd, but I knew sometimes he despised his type of work. Not the legitimate hotel, resorts, and casino chains type of work, but the other one. Well, who wouldn’t? Stuff to do with the underground market, drugs, guns, and all that sort.

In the lift, he pushed on the ground floor button and then moved around to lean his back against the wall. As the lift descended, his eyes were on me the whole time.

“Have you been eating well when I’m not around?” he asked.

I nodded. He moved forward and cupped my face with his large, strong hand. I felt his warmth radiating to me, and it made me feel at ease and comforted.

“You’re still too thin for my liking,” he said darkly, his eyes roved over every inch of me.

I licked my lips and said, “I have been eating properly. I haven’t been skipping meals.”

Truth be told, I had never skipped meals on purpose. I simply forgot to eat. It was just habit. One simply got used to not being fed, right?

He wasn’t satisfied with this. “I’ll make suggestions to the chef to make you something both delicious and healthy.”

I nodded. I’d admit that the chef William hired full time to work in his kitchen was amazing. His food was simply delicious and I had no complaints where that was concerned. I had eaten more good meals since I had come to live with William than I had ever had when I had been living with Dad and Marie. Money in that house went to alcohol and gambling, not food or the mortgage.

The elevator door dinged opened and William walked out, with me following behind him.

Outside, the cool night air danced and brushed seductively against my skin. I smiled and inhaled deeply. Already, I felt a whole lot better. Here, with just William and me, I didn’t feel like a fish out of water. Here, there were no men who secretly gawked at me in that weird way—or said I was delicious enough to look at, but certainly wasn’t good enough to be openly admired; like those beautiful, wealthy young women who had been born with a silver spoon in their mouths. In those men’s eyes, I was a pretty little thing to be played and toyed with, but not to be valued.

But to William, I was different. To him, I was important, and I knew it. Only, I didn’t know what that kind of important meant, or if it would lead to something more... something like love.

William wrapped his arm around my waist possessively, and guided me to the sports car that had just been brought around for him. He opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in.

The drive was silent, and honest to God, I was glad. I simply wanted to shut my eyes and rest, because really, I was tired. William seemed to understand I needed that short time to relax, because, well, once we were home I wouldn’t have time for that.

Some twenty minutes later, I found myself in William’s penthouse at the top of The Bosworth’s Hotel, Resort, and Casino building, which was now also my home. The place was sleek and extravagantly elegant. It had a great view of the whole city, and at the moment, it was certainly breath-taking where the glittering lights sparkled brightly against the backdrop of the night.

William paced to the couch and sat down. After he had loosened his tie and taken his jacket off, he motioned for me to come to him, in which I obliged.

I found myself sitting on the coffee table with my legs resting on his lap. William caressed along the line of the strap of my shoes, as if marveling at them tight against my skin. Then he untied the bow at the top that sat midway about my calf. Slowly, he unraveled the thing as if he was unwrapping a beautiful box containing a present, patiently building excitement.

I licked my lips as his hands stroked my skin, causing tingling sensations to rush through every nerve of my being. My whole body relaxed, as finally, he took one shoe off.

Red marks branded my skin, and William stroked them as if to make the pain the strap had caused go away.

“Better?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes, thank you,” I said.

Without hesitation, he managed the other shoe as well, and once he was done, he made me stand up.

I obeyed, knowing what was coming next. I even turned around and gave him my back, as I gathered my hair to rest on one side of my shoulder.

William unzipped the dress and slid it off me.

Now, partially naked, with only a sexy, lacy see-through pantie on, and a blue corset that barely covered much of me, I turned to face William. He smirked, pleased at what he saw as his eyes roved over me hotly.

Beneath the sexy garment of wire, strings, black silk, and blue frilly lace, my waist was slim and my breasts were bare, the pair of mounds were thrust upward and jutted out erotically. They were an irresistible invitation, and William couldn’t resist the offering.

He dipped his head close to my breasts, stuck his tongue out, and licked my nipple. I sucked in my breath in response the moment I felt his hot, wet tongue on my bare skin. My body shook in ardent passion and my core burned hotly.

“This is far more enjoyable than the party, don’t you agree?” he asked teasingly.

I mutely nodded, my head beginning to spin and my knees weak.

Once again, he returned his attention to my breasts. This time, he devoured the whole mound into his hot mouth, and then he sucked and kissed the flesh until it became fully aroused and sensitive.

My whole body shuddered and I groaned. “William...”

I clutched him for dear life as he continued to lovingly torture the other one, giving it the same amount of attention; kissing, sucking, and licking to his heart’s content. When he moved his lips and searched mine for a kiss, I thought back to that fateful night when I had first found him, all beaten up and bleeding, lying there in the back street of the apartment complex. He had looked like the corpse of a beautiful dead angel, and I had pitied him and fallen for him, even before I knew what his name was.