His s*x Slave

When Desire Is Interrupted

‎I didn't quite understand what he meant. 'Who deserves to die?' I questioned myself, starring at his resentful eyes.

‎Even in curiosity, I still wanted him to f**k me so hard that I could nearly breath. His eyes strode down to my wet p***y. My n****e hardened immediately.

‎"You should get dressed or we'll be late." He said coldly then walks out of my room.

‎"Why the sudden cold behavior?" I hissed, rolling my eyes in disappointment.

‎The little moment we shared together still lingered in my mind. It feels like there's a connection between us, one I did not understand.

‎"I stink. " I sniffed with my teeth clenched.

‎"I think I need the bathroom or the bathroom needs me." I muttered, getting down fromm the bed gently. I scoffed at my panties, laying on the ground.

‎It was now I remembered the exhaustion I got while having s*x with Darius earlier. " My butt hurts." I shrugged, still picturing how Darius big d**k rode my ass angrily.

‎The bathroom was quite a distance from the bedsheet, it felt like I'd have to travel a thousand miles to get there and back. With little strength, I walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

‎Water rushes down from the pipe, each of it's dropping was peaceful and quiet. I exhaled softly and inhaled afterward. I leaned my shoulder against the tiled wall, letting the spray hit my chest, my hand trailing down my stomach without thinking. The warmth between my legs had been building a needy ache that I couldn't ignore any longer, alone I could finally give in.

‎My fingers slipped lower, parting my slick as the water mingled with my own wetness. I gasped softly at the first touch that sent stroke up my spine.

‎"Mmm," I moaned, the sound echoing off the wall, low and breathy as pleasure started to bloom. I pressed harder, my hips bucking instinctively. Imagining hands that weren't my own exploring me.

‎One finger dipped inside, then two, curling right to hit that sensitive spot.

‎"oh yes," I whimpered, my free hand bracing against the shower head as I pumped them in and out slowly at first.

‎"Ahhh.., f**k" My breath came faster with moans growing louder as the tension coiled together in my core, every thrust and slide pushing me closer.

‎Ethan's view came up to my head. How I wish it was him pushing into me. I would be more satisfying. I exhaled softly and turned off the shower with my hands still inside of me.

‎Ethan burst in, just right in time of my thoughts. I already knew it was him, his scent was thick and pleasant. He's gentle step coming closer.

‎Without a second thought, I stepped out of the bathroom, still naked with my hands still in my p***y.

‎He fixed his gaze at me, he's eyes scanning me from head to toe.

‎"Get dressed, we're getting late." He said sharply, moving close to me.

‎My body sensed every of his step, feeling the aura coming close. Everything I could think of was him to f**k me so very hard that and I'll keep asking for more.His body crashed my wet skin, our eyes meeting each other. His head comes down, his mouth almost brushing mine. My heart pulped. I was expecting a kiss.

‎Suddenly, there was a shift. His mouth went straight to my ears. "Next time you can knock at the first door to the hallway and stop having s*x all by yourself." He pulled out my finger put of my p***y forcefully, giving me a slight ache.

‎I chuckled as my instincts travelled far. Does he find me attractive? I questioned silently.

‎Every other Lights family never treats their s*x slaves or even talks to them like Ethan does. Well, maybe he’s only pretending to be good.

‎“Okay,” I nodded, smiling.

‎He smiled back, raising his head. “I’ll leave now. So get dressed quickly and meet me outside,” he said, then walked out immediately.

‎"Charming." I chuckled as I stared at him leaving.

‎Now, the real problem is, what will I wear?

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‎I stepped out of the house in elegance and beauty. I was dressed tight and fine, so elegant that people would never guess I was just a s*x slave trying to gain attention. Just as I planned, everyone’s eyes were on me, like they had just seen an angel descend from heaven.

‎Ethan’s gaze shifted back to his father.

‎“Let’s go, Father,” he said simply.

‎Darius laughed, the sound sharp and sarcastic.

‎“Well, Selene, you look very beautiful today,” he commented, still laughing.

‎I nodded, faking a smile, fully aware that my appearance wasn’t the real reason I dressed up today.

‎“Take her into the boot,” Darius commanded one of his guards.

‎The guard dragged one of the Oldest Light family’s s*x slaves in chains. Meara.

‎She was old, her body thin and worn like someone who had been there for too many years. Her wrists shook inside the cold metal, but her eyes looked tired, not afraid. It reminded me of how my sisters and mother were once treated the same way, dragged like they were nothing, eventually sacrificed to bring good fortunes to the Light family. Only I was “lucky” enough to survive and become Darius’ personal slave since I was little. I have sworn to get my revenge since then.

‎As they pulled her closer to the boot, she suddenly screamed.

‎“Ethan!”

‎The name hit the air hard. I felt a strange curiosity rush through me. Everywhere went silent. Even the guards stopped moving. She sounded like someone who had known him for a very long time, like someone who had watched him grow. Being the oldest slave, it made sense. My heart began to beat faster as I wondered what she was about to say.

‎She lifted her head slowly despite the guards holding her tight. Her breathing was rough, but her voice was clear.

‎“Ethan,” she called again, louder this time.

“You still believe what they told you about your mother?”

‎My chest tightened.

‎Ethan didn’t move, but I could feel the change in the air. His body stiffened. Everyone was watching now.

‎Meara laughed softly, a dry sound filled with years of bitterness.

‎“I was there,” she said. “I served this family long before you were born. Long before you were sent to gain experience abroad.”

‎My heart pounded. My eyes moved from her to Ethan. I could not breathe properly.

‎“She didn’t die by fate,” Meara continued.

‎“She didn’t die by accident.”

‎The guards tightened their grip on her chains, but she didn’t stop.

‎“Ask your father,” she said, her eyes burning as they locked on Ethan. “Ask him who ordered Racheal’s death.”

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