Slave For Lust

Prologue: She Will Do Everything

A COLD breeze greeted Saharra when she got out of her car.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Inevitably, her body will tremble as this is the reunion of the man she loved for over years. And still love until now.

She looked up at the huge and tall building where the young man's penthouse was to be found. She is now in front of a large and luxurious building where she will meet the man chosen to do something she never thought she would do.

Saharra wanted to back off, but she knew it was no longer in arrears. There is nothing more she can do considering that she is already here where the agreement will happen.

It's like she's shrinking as she had to do something that wasn't planned. If she didn't really have to do this to get the man she loves, she wouldn't be heading here.

Desperate is what she can call off. She is here to get back the man who used to be hers.

Saharra closed her eyes while clapping her hands. She secretly told herself that she couldn't back down. She was already here, so she had to step forward. Saharra should never step back.

'It's now or never', she said to herself

She admits that it is not easy. But if Clark's love is the prize, she is ready to serve it in bed.

Yes, this is what she and the man agreed upon.

In order to win her billionaire ex-boyfriend's heart again, she must first go through being a slave. Not a slave to serve in the house, but a slave to serve in the bed.

She will be the man's s*x slave. And she is willing to do that just to get back to what they were before.

Saharra took a deep breath and blew it out loudly. Although hesitating, she gathered all her courage. She didn't know if she was still in her right mind but if it was true that Clark would come back to her as long as he tasted her body, she would.

Saharra clenched her palms together and walked towards the interior of the tall building. But as soon as sje was at the entrance, she immediately became nervous as the guards were watching her.

She smiled lightly at them before approaching.

"Good day. Ma'am. What is your room number?" asked the guards.

"Room number?" she asked back. "Uhm…"

How will she explain that she is not here to check in or rent a condo or even buy a condo but to be with Clark?

"Have you checked in?" The guard added.

She quickly shook her head. "No. But I'm here for Mr. Harrison. I think he's in his penthouse? He is expecting me," nervously, she said.

Saharra was surprised to see the two guards in front of her looked at each other as if they were suspecting her. Before turning their gaze back to her, they looked at her over from head to toe. Saharra was annoyed for the way they looked at her in disbelief.

"Are you sure Miss?"

She nodded in response. "I am a hundred percent sure."

Honestly, she was a bit annoyed by how the guards reacted when she said that Clark was expecting her to come. She is not a fool to go here just to look stupid in their eyes.

Saharra can't help herself but to check her appearance. She is not poor. She can buy expensive things too. She doesn't look like a rag so she doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. Why can the guard be so judgemental?

Can't she just go straight to the lobby and talk to the receptionist?

Hello? She is the ex-girlfriend of the owner of this building.

"What is your relation to—''

She couldn't hold back and immediately raised an eyebrow at the guard.

"Are you going to let me in or not? If you don't want to believe me, then let me call Mr. Harrison."

Saharra quickly grabbed her phone from her handbag and was about to call the man she was going to meet when suddenly— a woman out of nowhere— spoke.

"Are you Ms. Saharra Cromwell?"

She raised her eyebrows when she saw a woman. Why does she know her?

Still, she smiled and spoke. "Yes. I am Saharra Cromwell. Clark's—"

She didn't finish what she was about to say when the woman cut her off. "He's been waiting for you, Miss."

"Oh, really? Thanks!" she giggled. So, Clark is waiting for her…

Saharra's chest pounded like a fool. It excites her even more.

But wait… who is this woman who talked to her? How is she related to her ex-boyfriend? If that woman is one of Clark's girls, Saharra won't let it slide.

Nonetheless, she followed the woman.

Later on, Saharra knew that the woman who fetched her was Clark's secretary. That's good so she wouldn't stab the secretary to death.

"I'll leave you here. He's waiting for you inside." The woman opened the door for him, she wondered.

"Aren't you going inside?" She asked. It is not that she wants the secretary to come with her.

The woman shook her head and answered. "No one can enter this penthouse but the Young Master's guest."

Since when has her ex-boyfriend been stagy for the guest? She doesn't know that. Did Clark really change since they broke up?

Saharra was speechless. And though nervous, she entered as the secretary had said. She shouldn't be nervous as she already knows the man for years, but… is it a sin to be nervous like hell?

Upon entering the penthouse, on the top floor of the tall building, she immediately looked around. She saw a modern structure. A mixture of white, brown and black is the color of the furniture as well as the paints.

Obviously, the man actually owns this penthouse.

This is the first time she went here. She didn't know that this place existed before— when she and Clark were still together.

But she stop roaming around and start looking for her prey.

"Clark? Hello? Are you here?" Saharra calls him while still walking slowly.

Until she reached the kitchen, she could not find the man.

Will they really meet here?

She was really desperate to be considerate because her face was thick when she went there. After she broke up with Clark, she still had the courage to ask the man to get back together. And gladly, the man accepted it. But yes, in one condition and that is the thing she said earlier.

She doesn't care anymore. This is what she was blessed with.

She took a deep breath and called the man's name again.

"Clark…"

And there, at the end of the hallway, she saw a door on the far side from the penthouse door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw that it was the only room. Clark might be there.

Will she go there or should she just wait for the man to get out of the room?

Saharra asked in her mind. She was nervous. She didn't know what she should do next. Should she just take back what she agrees for or continue their negotiation?

Just to win his heart back, she needs to drop her dignity.

But she has nothing to do about it. She's already here.

She was surprised when she realized that she was already in front of the door of the single bedroom. It was a pure black door with a golden doorknob. Saharra took another deep breath.

"Clark?" she called the man after three knocks. "I'm here."

She raised her voice, hoping that Clark would hear her.

Saharra waited a few seconds then she just heard his voice, it was just faint but she knew it was Clark. The voice was still familiar to her even a week after they last met.

"Come in."

She swallowed several times when she heard his deep voice. It was so beautiful to her ears and it sounded like music. She smiled at the absence after which she decided to turn the door lock to enter.

"I'm here—what the f**k!"

Saharra's eyes widened when she saw the man… she gasped in shock and she didn't know what to do. She tried to cover her eyes but why did she seem tempted to look at what was in front of her?

She immediately averted her eyes but glanced at them from time to time.

And they didn't even care about the people who saw them having s*x in bed? Aren't they even alarmed by her presence?

What the hell is this scenario?! She didn't expect this!

They are f*****g in front of her!

The woman on the bed growled even louder, wanting to be heard by her. Saharra's heart kept pounding. Her heart broke. She does not know what to do. She didn't expect that this is the result of the decision she made. And that is to hurt herself even more.

She wants to remove the pen-s of the man she loves who is thrusting in and out of the woman's property. But what is her right to do that?

She wants to cry. She was trembling. She wanted to go outside.

Should she just go outside? She couldn't bear to watch them. Her heart crashed, it turned into pieces.

"C-Clark..." She called the man in a low voice, she no longer hoped that Clark would hear her but the man looked at her.

Tears welled up in her eyes when she saw the man still grinning at her, teasing her… hurting her…

"Oh! You're here," said the man who looked shocked but he was not.

"I will just wait for you outside..." She didn't know how to calm herself.

They stop on what they are doing as the man looked at her in disbelief and asked.

"What?"

Saharra's body was shivering. She cursed several times before finally speaking.

"I'll just wait for you outside after you do that," she was referring to the man and woman in front of her, having s*x.

She could not bear to look at them. She hates it, but her heart hurts more.

"No," the man said sternly as she began to move from where she was standing. She immediately stopped moving. Then she looked at him with a question on her face. "You're the next."

Her eyes widened. "W-What d-do you mean?"

Clark ignored her even more and sped up thrusting of the woman's sensuality. Saharra closed her eyes, she didn't want to see what was happening in front of her.

Saharra could hear the collision of their bodies, especially the woman's moans.

She covered her own ears when she heard the woman's loud moan, it made her ears bleed. Tears started to flow from her eyes.

It hurts. It made her look like a fool. She looks stupid standing here. Nothing to do but listen to their moans.

Should she continue to be enslaved by the man?

She can't seem to…

She heard the end of the domination of the two so she opened her eyes and removed her hands from her ears. But she immediately closed her eyes when she saw the woman cleans Clark's length with her lips and tongue.

Later on, she heard footsteps… approaching her so her heart pounded.

"Take off your clothes."

And there, Saharra's eyes widened, she also began to feel fear.

What does this mean?

"C-Clark…"

Based on what she could see in the young man's eyes, he was no longer the man she once loved. He has changed. Its behavior has changed.

"Will you undress or will I tear your clothes? You choose," the man asked with a smirk.

"C-Clark..."

Since the man didn't seem to be able to wait for her, he quickly grabbed her hand. After that, she couldn't do anything when he tore the clothes she was wearing.

Her br*ast exposed to the seductive eyes of the man.

"It is… beautiful…"

When Saharra realized that, she immediately covered her chest but it was too late. The man quickly grabbed her by both arms and threw her on the bed like a sack.

Saharra quickly got up but the man ran even faster to run over her and crush her with a passionate kiss. From her lips, crashed down to her neck, down to her collar bone and she doesn't want the next part...

"C-Clark…" she protested.

This is not good!

"I'll mark your breast with my lips. That's all mine, Saharra. You're all mine!"

And with that, the woman has begun to accept that this is it, she is already in a negotiation that cannot be escaped.

This is the beginning of her being a slave in bed… with her ex-boyfriend Clark.