His Personal Slave

CHAPTER 3

I gulped when he grabbed the bowl of French fries, my body still humming from the lingering heat of his touch. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and intense, as he reached in and picked up a single fry with deliberate slowness.

My breathing grew faster. I already had an idea of what he was going to do, especially when he leaned in just slightly and parted my legs a little wider. That small action alone sent a jolt through me, making it harder to stay still.

He hadn't said a word, but he didn't need to. The look on his face told me everything—and I was already trembling with anticipation.

Napaliyad ako nang muli kong naramdaman ang kaniyang daliri nang pinagparte niya ang labi ng p********e ko. Humaplos ang kaniyang mahahabang daliri roon, naglalaro, kinakalat ang aking pagkabasa, at halos mapugto ang hininga ko sa sobrang sarap ng pakiramdam na dala ng ginagawa niya.

"Aahhh..." Mahaba pero mahina kong daing nang maramdaman ko ang kaniyang daliri na naglalaro sa mismong b****a ng aking p********e. Bahagya niyang pinapasok ang kaniyang daliri pero 'di naman talaga tuluyang binabaon.

It was torture—pure, merciless torture disguised as pleasure. Every slow movement, every teasing touch pushed me further to the edge, and yet he kept holding me there, refusing to let me fall. My body ached with need, pulsing with every flicker of sensation, and I could feel it—warm, unmistakable—the juices flowing out of me, betraying just how badly I wanted him.

It was overwhelming, consuming, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to beg him to stop...or beg him for more.

"Oh f**k. So f*****g beautiful..." Maaligasgas ang boses niyang bulong habang nakatingin sa ginagawa niya sa aking p********e.

Mas yumuko siya hanggang sa nasa tapat na ng p********e ko ang mukha niya. Damang dama ko ang bawat pagtama ng mainit niyang hininga roon na lalong nagpapabaliw sa 'kin.

"Ooohhh!" Malakas kong ungol kasabay ng pagliyad nang maramdaman kong may kung ano siyang bahagyang ipinasok doon.

"M-master—Ah!" Muli akong napaliyad nang bahagya niyang ginagalaw ang bagay na 'yon sa aking loob. Hindi naman nakabaon, nasa b****a lang pero sobrang kiliti na ang nararamdaman ko.

"f**k! You look so f*****g tasty!" Gigil niyang sabi habang patuloy lang sa ginagawa.

With the little strength I had left, I pushed myself up on my elbows, using both arms to support my trembling body just so I could see exactly what he was doing to me. And the sight only made the heat between my legs burn hotter.

There he was, completely focused, completely in control. I watched as his long fingers moved with deliberate precision, parting the lips of my flower with a slowness that felt almost reverent. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me—it was enough to make my whole body tighten with need.

I couldn't look away. I didn't want to. Watching him made everything feel more intense, more raw. Like I was being undone, one slow, breathtaking second at a time. Pero kahit gaano ko ka gustong panoorin ang ginagawa niya ay 'di ko pa rin talaga mapigilang mapapikit nang mariin lalo na tuwing tumitindi ang sarap.

Napadilat lang ako nang tumigil siya, the sight that greeted me stole the breath right from my lungs. No matter how many times I'd seen him like this, it still hit me just as hard—maybe even harder.

There he was, between my legs, a vision so sinful it bordered on divine. The sharp lines of his jaw were dusted with the faintest shadow of stubble, and the soft glow from the room caught in the strands of his tousled hair, making him look almost unreal. His lips—plump, flushed, and still glistening—curved into something dark and satisfied as he lifted a single fry to his mouth.

He didn't rush. He never did. He was slow, deliberate, fully aware of the effect he had on me. He brought the fry to his lips, coated in the proof of what he'd just done to me, and as he tasted it, his eyes fluttered shut.

"Hmm..." Then came the sound. That low, deep moan from his throat—rich and indulgent like he was savouring the most exquisite thing he'd ever tasted.

And god, the way his throat moved when he swallowed, the way his body sat there like it was carved from heat and desire—broad shoulders, lean muscles beneath a teasing layer of sweat—it was too much. He looked like something out of a dream, something forbidden.

Something no one was ever supposed to touch.

Then he looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, lips still glistening, voice low and rough like it'd been dragged over gravel.

"You taste so f*****g good."

Muli akong napaliyad kasabay nang mariing pagpikit nang muli kong naramdaman ang kaniyang dila sa kabuuan ng aking p********e, humahagod at kumikiliti sa bawat sulok. Pinilit kong dumilat kahit na namimigat ang mga talukap ko para lang mapanood ang ginagawa niya.

Lalo lang tumindi ang kakaibang init at sarap na nararamdaman ko lalo na nang makita ko kung paano kolektahin ng kaniyang dila ang bawat inilalabas ko, habang nakapikit siya at bahagyang umuungol na para bang sarap na sarap siya sa kaniyang ginagawa. And he never stopped—not until he had collected every last drop I gave him, until he swallowed it all with a hunger that made my head spin.

I also lost count of how many times I reached the peak, how many times my body gave in to the waves crashing over me. My mind was too hazy, too far gone to process anything clearly, caught in a spiral of cruel, unrelenting pleasure. All I could feel was him—his mouth, his tongue, his hands—and the way he pulled me apart like he owned every piece of me.

Hinihingal ako habang parang lantang gulay na nakahiga at nakapikit. Iyon pa lang, 'yon pa lang ang ginawa niya at wala pa sa totoong pinakagusto niyang gawin pero pakiramdam ko ubos na ubos na ako, parang pati kaluluwa ko susuko na.

Napasinghap na nga lang ako nang maramdaman ko siya sa ibabaw ko at ilang sandali lang ay may naramdaman na akong basang bagay na dumadampi sa labi ko.

"Lick me."

Hindi na nga ako nagulat nang ang matigas at malaki niyang p*********i ang bumungad sa akin. He was kneeling on top of me, and isang kamay ay nakahawak sa headboard ng kama habang ang isa ay nasa kaniyang p*********i at bahagyang hinihimas ito.

Hindi ko mapigilang mapalunok habang nakatingin sa katigasan niyang kasing taba yata ng braso ko, idagdag pa ang malaki nitong tuktok na kasing laki rin yata ng kamao ko. This wasn't the first time I'd seen this beast—but somehow, it never failed to leave me breathless. No matter how many times I faced it, the sight still made my pulse skip and my breath catch in my throat.

It was thick, proud, and hard in a way that seemed almost unreal. The veins stood out along its length, pulsing like they might burst with the sheer force of need building inside it. It looked powerful, dangerous...and so damn irresistible.

A beast. A beautiful, breathtaking beast—one that I knew was about to completely ruin me all over again.

"Do it, now." Mariin ang boses niyang sabi na para bang kapag hindi ko agad sinunod ay mapaparusahan ako.

And so I obliged, like I always do—without question, without hesitation.

Sinimulan kong dilaan ang nangingintab na tuktok ng kaniyang katigasan. Nakatingala ako sa kanya at pinapanood ang kaniyang reaksyon habang pinaparaan ko ang aking dila sa tuktok pababa sa katawan nito.

"Ugh f**k! Suck the tip!"

Mula sa marahang pagsipsip at pagdila sa katawan ng kaniyang p*********i ay muli akong bumalik sa tuktok nito. A bead of white, sticky release had already begun to ooze from the tip, trailing slowly down to his fingers wrapped firmly around the base of the beast. Walang pagdadalawang isip ko itong dinilaan, sinimot ang lahat bago itinuon ang atensyon sa kaniyang tuktok. Masyado itong malaki para pagkasyahin sa maliit kong bibig kaya pinagbutihan ko na lang ang pagdila at pagsipsip sa guhit nito.

And he was groaning, low and guttural, like a man being tortured by pleasure too intense to bear. His breathing came fast and uneven, and he began to move—his hips subtly thrusting, seeking more, chasing the heat of my mouth. At the same time, his hand stayed at the base, fingers tightening, massaging the thick length with practised ease, adding to the overwhelming intensity of it all. The way he responded—so raw, so desperate—only made me want to give him more.

Mas pinag igihan ko pa ang pagsipsip sa dulo nang kaniyang katigasan. At napauboo't napasinghap na nga lang ako nang itulak niya ang likod nang aking ulo habang umaabante naman ang baywang, pinagpipilitang ipasok ang kaniyang katigasa sa aking bibig.

Masyado siyang malaki at hindi ako nakaoghanda kaya bahagya ko siyang itinulak. Hindi naman siya nagsalita at pinanood lang ako habang inaanggolo ang kaniyang katigasan sa aking bibig. Huminga muna ako nang malalim at pumikit bago sinubukan at pilit na ipinasok ang kaniyang katigasan sa aking bibig.

"Ugh yeah...Suck it hard." Ungol niya habang dahan dahang tinutulak ang sarili sa akin.

My eyes watered as I forced it deeper into my mouth, trying to calm myself, to steady my breathing as the thick length pressed against the back of my throat. It wasn't even fully inside me, and yet I already felt filled to the brim, like my body was struggling to take all of him in.

And when I glanced up at him—god.

He looked absolutely wrecked in the most beautiful way. Head tilted slightly back, lips parted, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His brows were drawn, eyes half-lidded but burning with hunger, like he was savouring every twitch, every gasp, every desperate little sound I made.

There was something almost angelic about him in that moment—if angels were sculpted from desire and sin. The soft golden light kissed his sweat-slick skin, making the sharp edges of his jaw and cheekbones even more divine. But the look in his eyes? That was pure sin. He was a contradiction made flesh. Beautiful and dangerous. Sacred and profane. And he looked so damn pleased—like watching me struggle to take him in was his favourite kind of heaven.

And with a few more flicks of my tongue, timed with the way I tightened my lips around him and let him feel every bit of pressure, I felt him tense beneath my hands.

"Oohhh f**k!" A deep, guttural sound tore from his throat as he finally reached the peak—his body shuddering, muscles taut, completely undone.

Then it hit.

A sudden, hot wave of release flooded my mouth, thick and overwhelming, and I did my best to take it, to swallow around the sensation while still holding onto every flicker of control I had left.

He was still breathing hard, eyes glazed and half-lidded, watching me like I was the most sinful thing he'd ever tasted—and maybe I was.

"f**k, look at you—so eager, so messy, like a filthy little thing just made to be on your knees for me." Mariin niyang sabi habang masuyong hinahaplos ang aking pisngi.

Patuloy pa rin ako sa aking ginagawa, humahagod pa rin ang aking dila sa kaniyang katigasan at sinisuguradong walang kahit kaunting patak ang masasayang. I didn't expect to enjoy the taste as much as I did. It was warm, rich, and undeniably him. It coated my tongue in a way that made my body react before my mind could catch up, leaving a sensation that was both sinful and strangely satisfying.

"You love being used like this, don't you? Just a desperate little toy, aching to be filled and ruined by me." Marahan niyang sabi habang nilalaro ang hinlalaki sa aking labi.

Hinugot niya ang kaniyang p*********i sa aking bibig at inihaplos ito sa aking pisngi.

"Answer me." Madiin niyang sabi kasabay ng marahang pagsampal ng kaniyang p*********i sa aking pisngi.

"Yes, master..."

And he smiled at me. It wasn't a kind smile, not the soft kind that offered comfort. No, this one was sharp, wicked, and laced with satisfaction. It sent a chill down my spine, even as heat bloomed in every inch of my body.

"Now show me how you swallow everything."

And so I did. Pinakita ko sa kan'ya kung paano ko nilunok ang lahat ng natira sa aking bibig. Every swallow sent a slow wave of heat curling through me. It wasn't just the taste—it was knowing what it meant, what I'd done to him, how completely I had unraveled him. The look in his eyes said it all, dark and full of praise, like I was something to be worshipped and devoured at the same time.

It should've felt dirty. But somehow, it felt exquisite. Almost sacred.

He threw his head back and laughed—a sound so hauntingly beautiful, it sent shivers across my skin. It wasn't just laughter; it was something darker, deeper. Like the echo of a fallen angel, wrapped in silk and shadow. It rang through the room, rich and melodic, yet laced with something sinful that made my stomach twist and my breath catch. There was no softness in it, not really. It was the kind of laugh that made you question whether you should run or lean in closer. The kind that promised pleasure and ruin in the same breath.

And then, without a word, he turned and went into the bathroom.

Minutes later, he returned, his expression unreadable again. In one hand, he held a white cloth, damp and warm, steam still rising faintly from its surface.

He came to me slowly, kneeling like I was something precious—something worth tending to, despite the wickedness of what had just passed between us. Then, with a gentleness that almost didn't match the fire in his eyes, he began to clean me. The cloth moved in soft, careful circles, his touch reverent. His fingers brushed over sensitive skin like a silent apology for the chaos he'd unleashed.

"How do you feel?" Tanong niya habang patuloy sa ginagawa.

"Ayos lang." Sagot ko kahit na ang totoo ay medto masakit ang panga ko.

Bumaba ang tingin ko sa p*********i niyang humupa na nga ang galit pero nakakatakot pa rin. Sarap at pasakit talaga ang binibigay sa 'kin ng bagay na 'yan. Kaya hindi na talaga nakakagulat na sa tuwing pumapasok sa 'kin 'yan ay pakiramdam ko para akong sinasagasaan ng truck.

Papasok na ako bukas sa bagong paaralan kaya buti na lang hindi nito binisita ang loob ko dahil baka pumasok talaga akong naka-wheelchair.

"Hey! Why the f**k are you glaring at my d**k?!" sabay takip ng dalawa niyang kamay sa alaga niya.

Tumingin ako sa kan'ya, masama ang tingin niya sa 'kin. Akala mo naman talaga inapi ko 'yang mapagmalaki niyang alaga! Kung tutuusin ako nga dapat ang mainis kasi lagi na lang ako nitong binu-bully!

Inirapan ko siya saka bahagyang tinulak. Bumangon na ako at isinuot and dapat isuot at inayos ang mga nagusot. Habang siya naman ay prenteng nahiga sa kama habang nakabuyangyang pa rin ang kahubdan. Balewalang muling tinuon ang atensyon sa TV habang tinuloy ang pagkain ng french fries.

Nang presentable na ulit ako tignan ay nagsimula na akong magligpit. Wala naman siyang reklamo nang palipatin ko siya sa couch dahil pinalitan ko ang kubre kama niya, kapapalit lang nito kanina pero ayoko namng matulog siya sa kamang puno ng pawis namin. Saka lang din siya nagbihis nang iabot ko sa kan'ya ang mga damit niya.

"Bababa na 'ko, tumawag ka lang kung may kailangan ka." Paalam ko nang matapos na lahat ng gawain.

Hindi siya sumagot at parang wala man lang narinig. Tumalikod na ako at akmang lalabas na nang bigla siyang nagsalita.

"I'm not allowing you to handle that." He said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of authority. Bumaba ang tingin ko sa mga sapin ng kama niyang nasa mga braso ko. Lahat makakapal kaya halos matakpan na nito ang buong mukha ko.

"Do you understand?"

Napabuntong hininga na lang ako. "Oo na."

Bumaba na ako. tahimik na sa baba. Mukhang maagang natapos sa paglilinis ang iba kaya maaga ring nagpahinga. Idiniretso ko na lang sa laundry room ang mga dala ko at naligo na rin.

Monday morning came. I woke up an hour earlier than usual so I could still have enough time to help in the kitchen, but, as always, I earned an earful from nanay Rose. After breakfast, I headed to my room to prepare for the day ahead.

The young master had his breakfast in the dining room, assisted by nanay Rose, and I was thankful he didn't call for me. It gave me a rare moment of peace to focus on myself, something I rarely got. The calm before the storm, I supposed.

Tinignan ko ang sarili ko sa salamin matapos makapagbihis. I went with my high-waisted wide-leg beige trousers—they're the longer cut, so they kind of skim the floor, which I love. Makes my legs look longer, especially with these platform sneakers na regalo ni Saint noong last birthday ko. On top, I kept it simple with this fitted black crop top. It's cute but structured, and it balances out the flowy pants perfectly. I love that it shows a little bit of midriff but not too much. Itinali ko rin ang hanggang baywang at tuwid kong buhok. A little fringe action in the front to frame my face.

Bumukas ang pinto at pumasok si ate Tessa. Nakagiti na agad siya habang inikutan ako.

"Ang ganda naman talaga!"

"Okay lang ba? Hindi ba masyadong OA?" Tanong ko habang tinitignan ang sarili sa salamin. Baka kasi para sa 'kin maayos pero hindi naman pala.

"Ano ka ba! Ang ganda mo kaya! Para kang manika oh! Siguradong pagkakaguluhan ka talaga ng mga lalaki ro'n!"

Napasimangot ako sa kan'ya. Hindi naman kasi 'yon ang pakay ko at isa pa, wala talaga akong pakialam sa gano'n. Pagaaral muna talaga ang focus ko. Naiintindihan ko naman na normal ang ganoong mga bagay pero alam kong hindi pa talaga.

Lumabas na ako at naabutan Sebastian na pormal na nakatayo sa main door.

"Good morning, Miss Lia." Bahagya pa itong yumukod kaya napangiwi ako.

"Lia na nga lang, Sir Sebastian."

Pero katulad ng lagi ay hindi niya iyon pinansin. Tumingin lang siya sa suot niyang relo saka nagsimulang bumaba sa front steps at dumiretso sa sasakyang naghihintay. It was the Mercedes-Benz GLS 600 Maybach, ang palagi kong sinasakyan sa tuwing pumapasok ako.

"Let's go, Miss Lia." Sabi pa ni Sebastian habang binuksan ang pinto nito.

Napabuntong hininga na lang ako saka sumakay. Mabilis din naman siyang umikot sa driver seat at ilang sandali lang ay umaandar na kami. This isn't new, but I'm still not used to it. I feel like I'm stuck somewhere in between being a maid and...not. At my previous school, people—classmates, even professors—always assumed I came from a wealthy family. I mean, I was always dropped off in a luxury car and all my things were branded.

Sebastian, the butler, is also assigned to me. He drives me to school and always accompanies me when I need to go to the mall to buy school supplies or anything else. I can't say no—after all, it's Saint's parents who gave those instructions.

On the outside, it probably looks like I'm living some kind of privileged life. But the truth is, I'm just...somewhere in the background. Not quite a guest. Not quite a servant. Just in between. And it's confusing, even for me.

The car slowed to a crawl, the soft hum of the engine almost disappearing beneath the crunch of tires on the paved road. I leaned slightly forward, peering out the window, and there it was—the entrance to St. Angelus University. Napabuntong hininga ako nang maalala ko ang señorito, ang alam ko he was named after this univerity since dito nag aral at nagkakilala ang mga magulang niya.

Pinagbuksan ako ng pinto ni Sebastian at inalalayan sa paglabas habang nakatingin pa rin ako sa harap. St. Angelus University looked like something lifted out of a dream—quietly majestic, timeless, and drenched in grace. The entrance alone demanded reverence, with its tall, arched gateway crafted from sun-warmed brick and pale stone that seemed to glow in the morning light. Ivy curled gently along the sides like nature itself had chosen to stay. Every line, every detail of the architecture spoke of legacy—of years carefully built upon generations of excellence, discipline, and beauty. And I felt like a visitor to a place far too elegant for me, a place where my presence might be mistaken for someone else's.

Sebastian didn't say anything. He never did unless he had to. My fingers twisted in the strap of my bag. Everything I owned, all polished and proper and expensive, sat around me like a disguise I was wearing too well.

Napabuntong hininga na lang ako nang tuluyan na kaming pumasok. Nakasunod lang ako kay Sebastian habang hindi pa rin mapigilan ang mamangha sa paligid.

Beyond the gate, tree-lined paths curved with intention, leading toward spired buildings and sweeping courtyards that felt more like the grounds of an old European estate than a school. There was a hush to the place, a softness in the air, as if the campus breathed in its own sacred rhythm—like it remembered everyone who had walked there before.

Napalunok ako at hindi mapigilang makaramdam ng kaba. People always assumed I belonged to this world. That I came from money. That I fit. But looking at the towering building, I didn't feel like someone who belonged. I felt like someone on the edge of something enormous. Something beautiful and terrifying.

My heart was racing. I was excited. I was overwhelmed. And honestly...I was scared.

Dumiretso kami sa Registrar's para kumpirmahin ang schedule ko at nang matapos ay isang babae ang na assign para maghatid sa 'kin sa bulding kung nasaan ang magiging classroom ko.

"Let's go, Miss?"

"Ah! S-sige."

Napangiwi ako nang bahagyang yumukod sa akin si Sebastian saka umalis. Napabuntong hininga na lang ako saka sumunod sa babae. May mga sinasabi siya na hindi ko halos maintindihan dahil masyado akong nawiwili sa paligid.

Nagulat ako nang bigla kaming huminto. Maingay na ang paligid hindi katulad ng kanina. I glanced around, and there they were—students, everywhere—shouting, cheering, laughing. Some of them had their phones out, filming. The noise was like a wave crashing over me, and I had no idea what was going on.

Then, I heard it. The unmistakable roar of an engine, loud enough to make the ground tremble under my feet. Namilog ang mga mata ko at bago ko pa man ma proseso ang lahat, nahawi na ang mga tao. Everyone moved back, creating a path in the centre of the circular driveway. I squinted into the distance, trying to make sense of the scene unfolding.

A flash of bright yellow, almost blinding in the morning sun, skidding through the curve of the driveway with a speed that left me breathless. It was a McLaren. I couldn't believe it—there it was, drifting with precision, tires screeching as it slid effortlessly around the corner. The sound of the engine revved, mixing with the gasps and cheers of the crowd. I was frozen, watching, utterly mesmerised by the skill and audacity of the driver. For a moment, I forgot where I was.

Manghang mangha ako habang pinapanood ito pero may unti unti akong napagtanto...

Tuluyang nalaglag ang panga ko nang huminto ito at lumabas ang nagmamaneho. Halos hindi ako makapaniwala. The first thing that caught my eye was the way he moved—like a predator, confident and sleek, every step laced with purpose. Ang bawat galaw niya ay nagsusumigaw ng awtoridad, na para bang ang makita siya ng lahat ay isang biyaya. His perfectly tailored plain white shirt was enough to hint at danger, but smooth enough to show elegance.

Muling naging maingay ang paligid. People were chanting his name like a loud prayer. Saint Angelus Creed, the Saint of Sin himself. Para siyang galing sa isang panaginip o baka bangungot. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him. A walking temptation. No wonder people were cheering—he was the kind of guy who made you want to sin just to be near him.

He was dangerous, sure, but in the kind of way that made you feel alive, like being near him would shatter your soul and leave you begging for more. And me? I couldn't look away. How could I? A devil wrapped in perfection, impossible to resist.

His Personal Slave

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