The Billionaire's Maid - Tristan&Cordelia

A beautiful woman named Cordelia slowly opened her eyes, but all she could see was darkness because her eyes were covered. Her head felt heavy and throbbing, as if she had been struck with a hard object. She tried to move and quickly realized that her hands and feet were tightly bound. Panic began to creep in as her consciousness fully returned. She was inside a moving car, her eyes covered with a cloth.

"What's happening? Why am I tied up like this?" Cordelia muttered anxiously.

Breathing heavily, Cordelia tried to calm herself. She listened carefully, hoping to find clues about where she was. From the sound of the car engine and the vibrations she felt, she guessed the car was driving on a not-so-smooth road.

"What do you want from me!?" Cordelia shouted, her voice trembling.

There was no answer. Only the roar of the car's engine could be heard... "Please... whoever you are, let me go!" her voice grew hoarse, mixed with fear and frustration.

Suddenly, a deep voice from the front responded harshly and firmly, "Be quiet! The more you talk, the worse it will get for you."

Cordelia tried to recognize the voice, but her head was still spinning. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

The voice chuckled coldly and menacingly. "You don't need to know. All you need to do now is be quiet and wait."

Cordelia grew more frightened, feeling she was in danger. Yet, she had never had any enemies. That was what confused her-why had she been kidnapped?

Cordelia looked for a way to escape from the car, but it was futile. She couldn't get free in the tightly closed, fast-moving car. The rough road made her body feel as if it were being torn apart. ... Until finally, the car stopped. Cordelia heard the door beside her open. Someone yanked her out roughly. Her weak body made it hard to walk, and she was dragged, stumbling over uneven ground.

"Let me go. W-who are you really?" Cordelia asked weakly.

"Quiet! You talk too much! If you want to survive, don't resist!" threatened the man near Cordelia's ear.

Cordelia couldn't say anything in the face of the threat. The two men holding her kept dragging her until Cordelia felt a different floor beneath her feet, maybe marble or smooth wood. Their footsteps echoed in the large room. Then, her body was lifted and roughly placed on something soft, perhaps a bed.

Cordelia tried to struggle, but the bonds on her wrists and ankles were too tight. "Please, let me go. What did I ever do to you?" she cried desperately... "Tsk! You're so noisy. I told you to be quiet, so why are you still making noise!" snapped the large-built man.

Cordelia began to sob. Fear gnawed at her. She couldn't understand what was happening or who wanted her in this condition. Her body was weak and her mind a mess. In this dark, unfamiliar place, Cordelia could only hope someone would save her.

As Cordelia was suffocating in fear, she suddenly heard two men talking nearby. One of them seemed to be contacting someone-she didn't know who.

"The target is in place and ready for execution," he said coldly.

The other man added, "We're leaving her in the room as per your instructions." ... After that, they left Cordelia on the big bed, bound and helpless. As soon as the two men left, Cordelia tried several times to struggle, but it was futile. The bonds on her hands were too tight; there was no way she could escape.

Cordelia had been struggling for an hour. The beautiful woman was exhausted from trying to find a way to escape. With her eyes still covered and her hands tied, she was completely powerless. Her mind tried to figure out why she had been kidnapped.

Cordelia's tears had stopped out of sheer exhaustion. She began to resign herself to her fate. She had no idea what would happen next. So many thoughts raced through her mind, giving her a terrible headache.

The sound of a door opening...

Cordelia was startled to hear the door open. "Please, whoever is there, let me go!" she pleaded desperately. ... A handsome man stood at the door of the luxurious hotel room he had booked. The man, standing 192 centimeters tall, walked in, smiling in satisfaction at the scene before him. On the bed lay a woman, her body tied up. She wore a knee-length cream floral dress, contrasting with her pale skin.

"Help me. Please, let me go," Cordelia pleaded, sensing someone approaching.

The handsome man didn't respond to Cordelia's words. He simply curled his lips into a thin smile. "Perfect. You are very beautiful."

Cordelia's body trembled in fear at the compliment from the stranger. "W-who are you? P-please let me go."

The handsome man lowered his head, roughly grabbed Cordelia's jaw, and whispered hoarsely, "I am the man who bought you. You are my expensive possession." ... Cordelia's body froze in shock. Her heartbeat raced as if it wanted to stop. The scent of the man's cologne as he gripped her jaw made her hair stand on end in terror. The fragrance convinced her that the man near her was no ordinary person.

"S-sold? W-what do you mean?" Cordelia asked, her voice trembling.

The handsome man began to trace Cordelia's smooth face. "I'm sure I made myself clear, and I don't need to repeat myself."

Cordelia swallowed hard. "I-I don't know you. P-please let me go."

"How could I let you go, huh? Tonight, I want you so much," the handsome man whispered hoarsely.

Cordelia's body trembled even more in fear. The man's touch made her skin crawl. She was an old-fashioned woman who had never been touched by any man before. This touch made her feel something strange inside. ... However, Cordelia would not let anyone touch her carelessly. "I-I promise I'll pay you if you let me go. P-please, let me go."

The handsome man laughed at Cordelia's offer to pay him. Her offer sounded ridiculous to his ears. "You really are a naive woman. I even bought you at a high price. I don't need your money."

Cordelia's breath grew heavier. Her heart pounded even faster. "T-then what do you want?"

"You want to know what I want?" the handsome man whispered again, his gaze clouded with lust as he looked at Cordelia.

Cordelia nodded weakly. "T-tell me, what do you want?"

The handsome man brought his lips close to Cordelia's ear and whispered hoarsely, "Your body ... I want your body."

A middle-aged woman with reddish hair sat on a silk-upholstered sofa. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as her phone on the side table rang. She calmly picked it up, pressing it to her ear.

"Yes, hello?" Her voice was soft but full of intrigue.

"Mrs. Brittany, I just want to inform you that the woman you sold to Mr. X has entered the room. You will receive ten million dollars tomorrow morning," the man's voice on the other end sounded cold and professional.

The middle-aged woman named Brittany smiled widely, her gaze becoming sharper. "Very good. Make sure no one disturbs. I don't want any mistakes in this transaction."

"Of course, ma'am. Everything has been perfectly arranged," the man replied before ending the call.

After the call ended, Brittany placed the phone back on the table. The middle-aged woman laughed happily. Her laughter echoed throughout the room, filling the air with a frightening aura. Her sly smile revealed her white teeth, making her look even more terrifying.

"Tomorrow morning, ten million dollars will be mine," she said with a satisfied smile. "And you, Cordelia, will disappear from this life."

Brittany laughed again, her voice growing louder and more terrifying. Nothing could stop her now. She had reached the peak of her evil plan, and no one could stop her from achieving the victory she had long desired.

Cordelia had successfully entered her cruel game!

The blindfold was removed by the handsome man. Instantly, Cordelia's eyes fixed on the blue-eyed man in front of her. Fear still enveloped her, added by the handsome man's words that he wanted her body. Cordelia was not a prostitute. She would never surrender herself to a man who was not her husband.

"You're insane!" Cordelia shouted, gathering courage.

The handsome man grinned. "You can say I'm insane, but whatever you say won't change my desire."

"Don't you dare! I will report you to the authorities!" Cordelia said loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her gaze glanced around the grand room-whose room was this? But wait! Cordelia felt this was a hotel room. Knowing this fact made her even more afraid!

The handsome man laughed. "Authorities? Tell me which authorities can catch me, hm?"

Cordelia swallowed hard. She was frozen by the man in front of her. But on the other hand, she was very scared. She felt the man before her was no ordinary man.

"I-I want to go home!" Cordelia sobbed.

The handsome man remained silent, staring at her with a cold and unreadable gaze. For several minutes, nothing happened, only silence that increased Cordelia's fear.

"Tonight, you are mine," the handsome man whispered.

Cordelia shook her head firmly. "I am not yours!"

The man grinned in response to Cordelia's rejection. The more she refused, the more challenged he felt. What was interesting was that the woman he bought was very innocent and naive.

Suddenly Cordelia's body froze as she felt something strange. Her body suddenly felt hot. Her head grew dizzy, and her heart beat faster. She felt a strange change in her body, as if something was wrong.

"What did you do to me? Why does my body feel hot?" Cordelia asked with growing fear.

"Ah, your medicine is starting to work. Well, I just put some drugs in your drink so we can have fun tonight. I want us to play wild," the handsome man replied with a grin on his face.

Cordelia panicked. Her body grew hotter, and she felt a strange urge she couldn't control. "Sir, please! Don't do this to me!" she cried, trying to resist the feelings that began to take over her.

The handsome man looked at Cordelia with a predator's gaze. "You can't resist. The more you try, the stronger the drug's effect."

Cordelia struggled, but her body grew weaker and powerless. She felt trapped in her own body, unable to escape. "Please! Do something! I don't like this effect," her voice turned into a desperate whisper.

The handsome man chuckled, his voice full of triumph. "You need my help, hm?"

Cordelia nodded weakly, desperate. "Yes! Do something. It's so hot. I can't bear this."

Cordelia felt her last hope vanish. No one could save her from this nightmare. She was trapped in a cruel game she never imagined would happen to her. Meanwhile, the handsome man enjoyed every second of Cordelia's suffering.

Cordelia lay on the bed, her sobs growing louder as she felt the handsome man begin to touch her body. Even though her hands were still tied, her body responded to his touch in a strange way she couldn't control. Every time he touched her, Cordelia felt confused because on one side she felt deep fear, but on the other, her body felt sensations she didn't understand.

"Please, stop," Cordelia sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Don't do this..."

"You asked for my help yourself. So I will help you." The man cupped Cordelia's face, kissing her lips intensely. His tongue slipped into Cordelia's mouth and deepened their kiss. Between the kisses, Cordelia couldn't hold back the passion slowly enveloping her. Her body felt like it was struck by electricity, a strange tickling sensation all over.

"Ah-" a sigh escaped Cordelia's lips.

The handsome man extended his hand and stroked Cordelia's thigh, gently caressing it up to the inner thigh. "Tell me, how does it feel, hm?"

"Ah... ah... s-stop, Sir. I beg you!" Cordelia pleaded with a melodious moan.

"You're so hypocritical. Your lips reject me, but not your body." The handsome man continued moving his hands all over Cordelia's body. He touched her neck, then moved down to her firm breasts. When his fingers touched the tips of her breasts protruding beneath her dress, Cordelia's body arched and she screamed.

"I know you like it." The handsome man smiled sinisterly.

Cordelia shook her head. "No, I don't like it."

The man's touch made Cordelia shiver, but there was also a warm feeling creeping on her skin. Her body felt hotter, and her breath grew faster. But of course, Cordelia would never admit it.

"Ah, really? Your body's response doesn't match your words," the man whispered hoarsely.

Cordelia shook her head, trying to fight the growing feelings. "No! Please! I don't want this! Let me go!"

The man ignored Cordelia's words. He began to put his hand inside Cordelia's skirt. He smiled as he felt the wetness there. "See? You're already very wet."

Cordelia sobbed loudly, trying to turn her face away. Shame and humiliation overwhelmed her, but her body still responded in a way she couldn't control. "Please! I beg you! Stop!"

The handsome man looked at Cordelia with a cold and heartless gaze. "There's no use fighting. Tonight you are mine. I can do anything to you! Don't try to resist!"

Cordelia felt desperate, not knowing how to escape this nightmare. Every touch from the man strengthened the mixed feelings inside her. She felt trapped in her own body, unable to escape or fight back.

The handsome man enjoyed Cordelia's suffering and confusion, feeling on top with the power he had over the woman. To him, Cordelia was a toy that could satisfy his desires. Seeing her struggle and plead with a sad expression brought satisfaction to him.

"Instead of fighting, better let out your sighs again. I like your melodious sighs," the man whispered while pinching Cordelia's nipple.

The man kissed her roughly, then squeezed her breasts. He twisted her nipples, making Cordelia sigh. But Cordelia herself felt humiliated by the treatment of the strange man touching her. She tried to push him away, but the man was too strong for her. His hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every inch of her skin. He lifted her dress, revealing bare legs and her womanhood covered only by underwear.

"N-no! Don't!" Cordelia screamed, trying to stop him, but her hands were immediately brushed aside.

The man ignored Cordelia's screams. He continued to touch her entire body. Cordelia's smooth body made the man go wild in carrying out his actions.

When the man's fingers stroked the inside of Cordelia's thigh, her eyes widened in surprise mixed with fear. She tried to squirm away, but the man's grip on her wrist grew tighter, holding her in place. The man's hot breath seemed to dance on her skin-making Cordelia shiver.

The man's mouth moved down to Cordelia's neck, then his lips traced a wet path to her earlobe-where he gently bit. Cordelia's sighs turned into gasps as his fingers explored the soft folds of her vulva, his touch sending sparks of pleasure mixed with pain throughout her body.

"Ah! P-please let me go!" Cordelia moaned loudly.

The man paid no attention to Cordelia's plea. What he did next was insert a finger into Cordelia's womanhood, successfully making her scream loudly.

"Ahk!" Cordelia cried out, stifled.

"You seem really tight." The man grinned, enjoying the passionate yet fearful sight of Cordelia.

The aphrodisiac drug had a strong effect. Cordelia's body felt hot. Every touch from the man seemed to release the thirst and heat with a little addictive pleasure. As his fingers dug deeper, Cordelia's breath grew faster, her body tensed under his touch. Her eyes closed, and her head shook to the side, revealing the vulnerable curve of her neck. The man's mouth returned to her skin, his lips tracing a path along her jawline, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweet salty flavor of her skin.

"Ah... ah... ah!" Cordelia's sighs grew louder.

"Yes, sigh. I like the sound of your sighs." The man spoke softly, half-whispering. His words were sharp and pierced Cordelia's heart. "Your sighs are like those of a slut as they should be. Don't use your tears as a weapon."

Cordelia gasped at the sharp words that escaped the man's lips. Her mind resisted, but her body felt pleasure. Meanwhile, her heart was wounded.

"I-I'm not a slut!" Cordelia said amidst her melodious sighs.

The man smiled sinisterly. "Alright, let's see how strong you are at resisting my touch."

His fingers continued to gently explore, parting the soft folds of her vulva, making her body shiver. Cordelia's hips began to sway, showing disgust as she responded to the man's touch. Her mind was in turmoil, confused and scared. She didn't understand why the man was doing this to her. Cordelia had never felt she had enemies, but now she was kidnapped and abused like this.

"You're not only wet, but you're already used to my fingers." The man laughed mockingly, looking down with contempt at the innocent-faced woman under his control. "How is it? Pleasurable, isn't it?"

Cordelia shook her head. "Stop... aaahhh!"

The man's finger movements grew faster, his touch stronger as he dug deeper into the woman's folds. Cordelia's body tensed, her muscles clenched around his fingers as he moved them in a random rhythm. From very fast, then slow, then steady. Cordelia could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch.

"Don't hold back..." the man whispered.

As if carried away by suggestion, Cordelia suddenly sighed. "Ah, ah, ah."

Her breath was ragged, and she felt vibrations at the base of her thighs as the man's fingertip touched a sensitive spot. The man's eyes locked on hers, gazing with longing. Cordelia's eyelids closed, she let out a soft moan, her hips slightly lifted to welcome his touch.

The handsome man smiled mockingly again. "You look like you're really enjoying it. Your innocent face doesn't match your slutty body."

The man's merciless hands grabbed Cordelia's clothes, tearing them with a force that left bruises. Her skin reddened from fear and shame as she stood before him, exposed and vulnerable.

Cordelia knew what would happen next; she tried to resist. "No... don't... I beg you, don't!"

The man grinned cruelly, and forcibly pushed Cordelia to her knees-forcing his manhood into her mouth. She choked and gagged, trying to turn away but couldn't escape his grip.

"Open your mouth, use your tongue." The man looked at Cordelia with disgust. "I'll make you beg all night."

Cordelia could only shake her head slowly. The man didn't care; he kept pushing his manhood down her throat until she coughed several times.

When the man positioned himself between her legs, Cordelia could see the anger and lust twisting on his face. She tried to fight, but his body was too strong for her. With a cruel grin, he entered her with a force that made her scream in pain and pleasure.

"Aakhh!" Cordelia screamed loudly.

The man didn't care about Cordelia's cries or the woman's heartbreaking sobs. He just thrust his hips quickly, powerfully, and mercilessly. As if unleashing all his hatred on her.

Cordelia couldn't resist, resigned under the control of the raging man. Until finally, when he reached his peak, the man ejaculated inside Cordelia's womb. But the man didn't stop there. The torture repeated. Wounding Cordelia's body and dignity until the woman fainted.

The long suffering had destroyed Cordelia. She woke up at four in the morning. She curled up in bed. Her body trembled from fear and pain. Tears kept flowing down her cheeks, streaming endlessly.

Cordelia's gaze shifted to the scoundrel who had taken her virginity. The scoundrel was still sound asleep. Yes, she knew this was her only chance to escape. At that moment, carefully, she rose from the bed.

Cordelia's dress was torn. There was no way she could wear the ripped dress. Her mind immediately worked. She grabbed the scoundrel's shirt. Though oversized, she had no other choice but to wear it. Before leaving, she looked at the man's wallet and took several hundred-dollar bills. Not intending to steal, but Cordelia couldn't run away without holding money.

Cordelia walked carefully out of the room, murmuring, "I have to leave now."