SITUATION

Axel snapped his fingers, and his men moved swiftly to drag Sophia away. 

"Daddy, please! I don't want to go with him!" she pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation.

Her father's eyes dropped, unable to meet her gaze. "D-don't worry, Sophia. It won't be for long, I promise. I'll pay back the debt and bring you home before you know it. Just hold on a little longer, it will be okay, alright?" His words were laced with a false sense of hope, his voice trembling with the weight of his failure as a father.

It won't be long?, this old fool. Am well aware that he has little or no money in his account because he spent it all on gambling after his wife passed away, pathetic, axel thought.

Sophia's cries grew louder, more frantic, as Axel's men shoved her into the car. "Daddy! Daddy, please no! Daddy!!!" she screamed, her voice fading into the distance as the car drove away, leaving her father's broken promises and shattered dreams behind.

After a few minutes later, she was still sobbing but not screaming anymore. Her eyes looked puffy and red. Axel observed her, She's more resilient than I thought, he mused. I expected her to wail for days.

He reached out to touch her hand, but Sophia flinched, slapping his hand away.

 "Don't touch me!" she spat, her voice firm but laced with vulnerability.

Axel's expression darkened. "Look at me," he commanded, but Sophia refused, her gaze fixed on the floor. His patience wore thin, and he grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"You don't seem to  understand the situation here, I am your master, I own you now, at least for 365 days. You have all right to be mad at me, but it's either you make this easy for the both of us or we're gonna do this the hard way. Now do you understand?". Sophia's expression remained skeptical, her silence palpable. Axel's grip on her chin tightened, his voice rising. 

"I said, do you understand?!"

Sophia's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat as she nodded hastily, her silence finally broken.

"Good!" Axel exclaimed, releasing his grip on her chin.  They drive was at least two hours long, but soon enough, Sophia's sobs subsided, and she fell silent. Axel glanced over to find her fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with gentle breaths. Would you look at that, she looks like an Angel when she's asleep, he thought, his gaze softening.

As the car hit a bump, Sophia's head lolled onto Axel's shoulder, catching him off guard. He gazed down at her, his expression softening further. You're  an adorable little thing, aren't you. He mused, his hand instinctively reaching up to massage her hair.

After the long drive, they finally arrived at Axel's mansion as the evening sun dipped below the horizon. Axel smiled, gazing at Sophia's still-sleeping form. 

"Waky, waky," he whispered playfully, his voice low and husky.

Sophia's eyes snapped open, and she jolted upright, her face flushing as she realized she had been resting on Axel's shoulder. Her gaze darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings before settling back on Axel, her expression wary.

Sophia stepped out of the car and trailed behind Axel, her eyes wide with wonder as she entered the grand mansion. The opulent interior seemed fit for a king, with lavish furnishings and artwork adorning the walls. Axel poured himself a glass of whisky, his gaze fixed on Sophia as he turned to face her.

"Tell me, Sophia, do you know why you're here?" he asked, his voice low and expectant.

Sophia's eyes darted around the room before settling back on Axel, her voice barely above a whisper. "N-no...I don't know." She lied and he didn't buy it.

Axel's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I think you do, Sophia. Say it..." He took a step closer, his voice dripping with anticipation.

Sophia's face flushed crimson as she averted her gaze. "B-because...you want to have fun and...and s-sex with me," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Axel's smile broadened, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "At least you're not completely naive, Sophia. That makes this arrangement much more...interesting." 

His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "And you're okay with that?"

"O-of course, I'm not okay with it," Sophia stuttered, her eyes welling up with tears. "But if I do this, you'll spare my father's life, right? He's all I have left." Axel's gaze intensified, his eyes burning with a newfound desire. He was taken aback by Sophia's bravery and selflessness. Her words only fueled his attraction,He wanted her more than ever now, he could feel his dick erecting.

"Take off your shirt," Axel commanded, his voice firm but controlled.

Sophia's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Axel's expression remained stern. "I didn't stutter, did I. I said Take. Off. Your. Shirt."

Sophia's gaze darted nervously to the guards standing in the room, her hesitation evident. Axel followed her gaze and nodded dismissively at his bodyguards. They exited the room, leaving the two alone.

"Now, Sophia," Axel said, his smile growing wider. "You're free to oblige. Let me see what you're hiding under that shirt.". Sophia hesitated, then slowly removed her shirt, her eyes fixed on Axel's gaze. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts sprang free, their beauty undeniable. As Axel's eyes locked onto hers, Sophia's hands instinctively rose to cover herself, concealing her nakedness from his intense lustful stare.

"Drop it," Axel growled, his voice low and commanding.

Sophia's gaze faltered, but her hands remained steadfast, covering her nakedness.

Axel's eyes narrowed, his tone darkening. "I don't appreciate repeating myself, Sophia. I said... drop it."

The air was heavy with tension as Sophia's hands slowly fell away, her eyes darting aside, avoiding Axel's intense gaze.

Axel walked closer to her, he puts his thumb inside the whiskey glass he was holding, he took it out and  licked it as he slowly and gently touch the peak of her breast with it. Sophia shivered, her cheeks deep crimson with her breathing fast paced through her mouth as axel kept rotating his thumb around her breast. He went for the other one, she shivered greatly as the chill of the cold whiskey and warm saliva left her breathless. 

Her breast was soft and straight; unusually. He wanted her right this instant, his dick couldn't wait another minute. But something was strange about the way she shivered, it's not the first time he's done it to a girl, but none of them shivered like she did.

Axel's gaze narrowed, intrigued by Sophia's unusual reaction. "You're shivering like it's the first time someone's touched you," he said, his voice low and curious. "Have you never been touched before?" he asked, his hand withdrawing from her breast.

Sophia's eyes snapped open, her breathing still shaky. "N-no," she stammered, her gaze locked on his.

Axel's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you can't be...?" he trailed off, his mind racing with questions.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked, anticipating her response. She nodded crushing his dreams. He's never had sex with a virgin before, he would just normally go right away and fuck them. But seeing her now, instead of hard rocking her, he would now have to treat her like a delicate flower that she is. The thought of it made him angry and happy at the same time. That sly old fool, he's dammed me.

"What?..daddy didn't let you have a boyfriend or something. Don't you know how old you're?". He said, his voice low and husky with a hint of anger.

"No it's not that…. It's just that… I didn't like any of the boys". She said looking away.

"Oh.. I see. You didn't like any of them huh?. You're an adorable little thing aren't you" He said laughing at her. She flushed at the prospect.

"Well…" he said as he walked to the table and dropped the glass of whiskey and walked straight to her. He held her hand gently but firmly.

"Let's go". He said.

"W-where to?" She stammered, her voice laced with curiosity. He took her upstairs.

"Let's rectify the situation". He said, his velvet voice, a pleasure plea.

"W-what situation?" She asked looking confused. The realization just struck her now.

"N-no. I don't want to. Am not ready yet?" She cried out, her melodic voice a whisper plea.

"Well, no one is ever ready for it, you just have to take your first step, and I wasn't asking." He said as he opened his master bed room.

"Please, just a little more time. Am not ready yet". She pleaded, tears rolling of her cheeks.

"Oh quit your whining". He said as he tossed her on the bed, ready to ravage her delicate body.