Chapter3
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Serena POV
I was about to c*m then he said.
"Come back later." Making the room shake, it must have been his assistant or someone I know, I hope they didn't hear the s*x sounds coming from the room.
Finally for what seemed like days Xavier Ferrari stops and walks away from me to wear his trousers on the other side of the room.
I try to stand up but felt shaky like my p***y was torn apart. I couldn't bend or move, it felt hot down there.
Taking up a deal to be his s*x slave must be the most drastic decision I've made in my life. I tried to wear my clothes back without the panties since he ripped them apart initially, but he came up to me while sniffing the shattered panties.
"Your juice smells nice, stay still, I'll wipe you down." He instructs and begins cleaning his c*m off my body.
"Thank you." I say while avoiding his eye contact, still frozen from embarrassment.
"Good girl, I didn't expect you to enjoy it that much." He walks away from me to his drawer.
I quickly put on my clothes while ignoring him.
Xavier is acting like all these never happened despite the dense smell of s*x in the room. I guess this is not his first time F***cking women who needed help from him.
"What's next?" I ask trying hard to get away from him physically and mentally so I can go home and rest my body.
He begins while sitting down on his chair, his shirt still unbuttoned showing off his perfectly chiseled chest making me feel the urge to lick it. " I offer you a contract here at PASSION."
"A trusted employee of mine would oversee your finances, making sure every needs and want is provided, in return you would pay me through the contracts you get as a star actress."
He gazed at me for what seemed like a century before continuing. "I would pay off your Ninety million dollars debt, sign you up at my company, give you a luxurious apartment and you would pay me back with a sum of what you earn each month."
I couldn't believe my ears, those words were all I needed. Maybe being hard F**cked wasn't that bad after all.
"And us? How does that work?" I ask dumbly.
Xavier Ferrari stares at me like a calculated businessman he is. " I want a completely s****l relationship with you, in other words you become my s*x slave and I can F***ck you whenever I want or wherever I want, maybe three times a day, a week or a month,
on the bed,
on the floor,
against the wall, and every where possible."
Those words make my empty p***y excited with pain mixed with desire and I wanted to get banged nine times a day by him if possible.
"Whenever I'm in need of s*x, I will call or text you. My lawyers would draw up a contract for safety reasons."
Aria was right, he would want me to sign a non disclosure agreement in case I wanted to use it against him.
Having s*x with him was painful but laced with pleasure. Even though his d**k was too big for me I still wanted it to tear me apart. The way it set my walls on fire made everything seem perfect.
"Okay." I finally say.
"Great." He replied.
"Hand over your phone."
"What?" I ask in confusion, but took out my phone from my purse, unlocked it and handed it over to him. Our fingers trailing for seconds making me shiver.
He begins to type something into the phone and hands it back to me that's when I saw.
Xavier Ferrari- 00000000272
"That's my private number." He says I would only reach out to you with that number and I expect you to keep it to yourself private, I like my privacy just like that."
I put it back in my purse while lifting an eyebrow. "Sure it's not like I have anyone to give it to." What would be the point anyways?
"I'll have someone outside the building who would escort you to the new apartment I arranged for you."
Damn.
A new apartment already, although I was happy about that, I felt embarrassed like I was a begger who was evicted with quick notice.
I nod my head without any response.
I walk heavily to his office door with pain while trying my best not to disgrace myself in front of this man that must have been laughing at me all along.
I open the door and turned back one more time to look at the demon. He was leaning against his desk as his white shirt was unbottned revealed a lion tattoo on his
chest.
"See you soon Serena."
What the f**ck have I signed up for?
- Writer
