HER INNOCENT SLAVE (ENGLISH)

HER INNOCENT SLAVE 04

(HIS) Chapter 04

“Don’t go near my friends next time!”

His voice was loud, and he slammed the car door shut. His jaw was clenched tight. He had been angry ever since I shared a table with them, and now, even after we got home, he still was.

“Why? They are now my friends too.”

He immediately turned to me, annoyed and irritated. His face was flushed from trying so hard to hold back his anger. Even more so when he caught me smirking at him.

“Friends? When did they become your friends? They’re my friends, not yours! Can you stop smirking and listen to me? I can’t believe it! Why are you like this?”

“Me? Like this?” I pointed to myself.

“Yes! I don’t understand why you act this way!”

“I just want them to be my friends. What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong, huh? This is all wrong! You don’t really want to be friends with them! You’re doing this on purpose! You know they’re my friends, that’s why you approached them!”

I laughed and leaned back on the car without a care. He was completely red now, looking like he was about to have a seizure from all the anger and yelling.

“So what? What’s wrong with that? Are you the only one who has the right to be friends with them? Do you own them?”

His lips parted, and he shook his head, as if he was running out of patience. He turned away from me and marched inside the house, then went straight up to the bedroom. I followed him with a grin, amused at how mad he was, his nose practically smoking.

“I want to sleep in another room!”

He tossed his bag onto my bed and greeted me with a look full of suppressed fury.

“Why do you have to? My room is big. It’s more than enough for the both of us.” I couldn’t help but laugh. It was so entertaining seeing him furious but unable to do anything.

Instead of facing his anger, I flopped down on the bed on my stomach. His eyes unintentionally landed on my thighs when my skirt rode up, but he quickly looked away and went to sit on the sofa.

“What do you really want from me? Why am I here?” he asked, massaging his forehead like I was giving him a migraine.

“What do I want? I thought I clearly said that I wanted you?” I cheerfully answered, lifting my head.

I rested my elbow on the bed, my cheek on my palm, facing him. Sitting on the sofa, he glared at me, his eyes dark.

“What do you mean you want me? Do you want me to f**k you? Is that what you want?”

I gaped and burst into laughter before he even finished speaking.

“Wow! You know the word ‘f**k’?”

His eyes darkened even more whenever I laughed at him or when he realized I wasn’t taking him—or his words—seriously.

“Just answer me! Is that your reason why I’m here? Because you want me to f**k you?” His fists were tightly clenched, as if ready to punch at any moment.

“If I say yes, can you do it? Can you f**k me?” I challenged him with a smile, still lying sideways on the bed.

Our eyes locked. In the end, he looked away, defeated. He sighed and rubbed his forehead again, closing his eyes. Silence stretched between us until he swallowed hard and looked back at me.

“If… I do it. If… we do it. After that, will you stop?”

We stared at each other. He was serious. I wasn’t. I pursed my lips.

“Hmm… depends?” I bit my lower lip.

His brow furrowed. “Depends on what?”

I didn’t answer. I stood up on the bed and began unbuttoning my uniform.

“Depends on your performance?” I giggled while slowly unbuttoning my blouse.

I knew his eyes were following my movements, so I hummed a sexy tune, dancing and stripping. I heard him groan when he realized I wasn’t serious, just teasing. I laughed loudly and headed to my walk-in closet, leaving him on the sofa.

“Lucas,” I called sweetly from inside the closet.

I heard his heavy, irritated footsteps approaching.

“What?” his annoyed voice echoed.

He stood at the doorway of the walk-in closet, glaring at my back. I turned to face him and unclasped my lace bra, revealing my breasts.

“Are you sure you can do it with me, Lucas? You can f**k me even if you have a girlfriend? Can you pound me while, whenever you’re with your girlfriend, you two can only hold hands?” I asked like a bad girl. This is me. I say and do what I want. I’ve never once pretended to be nice.

His lips parted, then closed again. His brow creased, his eyes fixated on my chest. When I stepped closer, his gaze shifted to my face. I made my expression serious. He was silent and starting to pale.

“Feeling guilty? You can’t do it?” I grinned. “If you can’t, then you’ll never get away from me. Do you wish to be my slave forever?”

His expression hardened.

“I don’t—”

“Then touch me, Lucas. If you want to cut our ties, f**k me and satisfy me.” I licked my lips, leaving them slightly parted.

He stared into my sultry eyes, then looked away briefly. When his eyes returned to my body, he swallowed and slowly raised his hand.

“Good boy. Squeeze them like a stress ball.” I grinned and waited.

His hand moved so slowly, almost hesitantly. Just as he was about to touch my breast, I slammed the door shut. I laughed loudly when the door hit his hand. I swear I even heard a crack.

“I don’t f**k snails! Your time is up! Better be fast next time!”

My laughter grew when I heard his pained groan. I rolled my eyes, still smirking. I’ll be friends with whoever I want. I’ll move him to another room when I want. I’ll let him go when I want. I just want to be the one in control. After all, when has a master ever followed a slave?

After changing into comfortable clothes, I found Lucas still near the door, massaging his injured hand. He was glaring daggers at me even though I hadn’t done anything else yet.

“If you’re just playing with me and we’re not going to do it, take me to another room!”

I rolled my eyes, picked some books from my shelf, and handed them to him. He absentmindedly took them.

“Just read those if you’re bored.”

He shut his eyes tightly. When he opened them, he followed me with his gaze as I climbed onto the bed to watch TV.

Last night, he had insisted on sleeping on the sofa, but I didn’t allow it. In the end, he nearly fell off the bed just to avoid touching me.

“I like this series. Come here, let’s watch,” I invited him.

He put the books back and stood by my side.

“Lucienne—”

“Oh!” I looked up at him. “You know my name?”

I laughed when he rolled his eyes. It was amazing, especially since I liked the color of his eyes.

“Can we talk without your sarcasm? I’m serious here—”

“And I’m not?” I asked. “You’re not a guest here to be given your own room.”

His lips parted at what I said. Maybe it was just now sinking in for him. I raised an eyebrow, reminding him that he was here because of his father’s debt, not as a guest.

“Your father told you to take me to another room,” he insisted.

“Don’t mind my old man. You’re mine, not his.” I smiled sarcastically and pulled him onto the bed.

He groaned, bracing himself with both arms on either side of me. I gripped his arms and shoulders so he couldn’t get up or pull away, no matter how he tried. His lips were tight, his irritation layered with his constant annoyance at me.

“I’ll work. I’ll pay off my parents’ debt—”

“You might be old and gray by then, still not done paying it off.”

My mocking tone made him even more annoyed.

“You talk big! Aren’t you just relying on your father too?”

He was turning red now. His patience was about to snap completely.

“You’re not sure…” I laughed.

I let go of him and stood to open the door for the two maids pushing a food trolley. I pointed to the small table inside the room for them to place the food.

“Sit here. Let’s eat,” I said, starting to taste the dishes.

He sat but didn’t eat, only stared at me. As I was chewing, I heard his voice.

“I won’t move to another room anymore. Just don’t go near my friends while I’m here.”

I glanced at him.

“Why? Afraid your girlfriend will find out something’s going on between us?”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between us!”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing? What about yesterday?”

I kept eating as he sat across from me, his nostrils flaring again.

“That’s different—”

“We had sex.”

“We did not!” He snarled, insisting we weren’t doing anything wrong.

“You came, right?” I took a bite of sausage.

“I came, but we did not have s*x!”

“We did.” I poked at my egg.

“I didn’t penetrate you!”

“You sucked my breast.” I sipped my banana shake.

“That’s just it!”

“You kissed me.” I licked my lips.

“You kissed me first!”

“You cheated on your girlfriend.” I wiped my mouth with a napkin, smirking.

He froze for a moment, blinking several times, stunned by my last remark.

“I… I’m not…” he stuttered. “I’m not cheating—”

“You are, Lucas.” I rested my elbow on the table, my chin in my palm. “It’s too late for your conscience. You already cheated on her. We kissed. We f****d. We came.”

He shook his head.

“You’re unbelievable.” He looked offended.

“I know. This isn’t even half of my bad side. I can do worse than this.” I picked up my utensils again. “Now, if you don’t want me angry, eat.”

He ate silently, though restless. I kept smirking because he had finally gone quiet. After we’d cleaned up, I lay down first, but he was still silent.

“Don’t think about it too much. Your girlfriend won’t know. As long as you let me do what I want, nothing will get to her.”

He shook his head in dismay, but didn’t speak. He lay down beside me, keeping his distance, afraid to touch me—so I moved closer instead. He shot me a sharp glare. Even if he wanted to move away, he had nowhere else to go.

“Have you two had s*x?” I asked, genuinely curious.

He turned to face me, lips pressed tight, darkness in his eyes like I had insulted him.

“She’s not like you.” He was trying to belittle me.

I fell silent for a moment.

Then I smirked and laughed.

“You must be a boring boyfriend!”

“What? Just because we haven’t had s*x, you think I’m boring?”

“Have you two kissed?” I teased again.

He frowned, probably weirded out by my questions. From his expression, it seemed like they hadn’t, not even once.

“What are you, two years old?” I laughed. “What a dull boyfriend! Even preschool kids are bolder than you!”

He sat up abruptly. I sat up too. His expression was like a dragon ready to breathe fire.

“I’m not boring! I’m not dull! You’re just too liberated!” he yelled.

“Relationships without kissing aren’t normal!”

“For you, it’s not normal, but it’s different for us!”

His insult just made me laugh again.

“If you were my boyfriend, you wouldn’t last a week!”

His fists clenched. It was late at night, but his face was still stressed and tense.

“We’ve been together for years now because we’re different from you!”

I scoffed, leaning one hand on the bed and arching my body closer to him. His jaw tightened.

“We’re both women, Lucas. Women like passionate and hungry kisses. Physical touch…” I said it seductively. “Just like how I like how you kiss and touch me, Lucas.”

I bit my lower lip flirtatiously to make him remember our makeout. When I saw it caught his attention, I knelt on the bed and gripped his shoulders. He stiffened when I straddled him just like before.

“You should be looking at your girlfriend the way you look at me when you want to kiss me, Lucas. You want to kiss me right now. You want to feel my lips, right?” I didn’t wait for him to answer. I angled my head and lowered it to press against his slightly parted lips.

I began moving my mouth. He didn’t stop me. His eyes stayed open, his body stiff beneath me. He didn’t move or resist even when I pushed him down and kissed him deeply.