SLOW DOWN BABY

"Are you deaf? I said serve me. Now!"

"I-I..."

Zavira's body went rigid. His words didn't register clearly in her mind, leaving her drowning in confusion over everything that was happening.

Without thinking, both of her hands slammed against Xafier's chest with all the strength she had.

"Let me go! Don't touch me!" she screamed, her body writhing desperately to break free from his grip.

Xafier only let out a low laugh. The aphrodisiac Shiena, his wife, had secretly given him was still running through his veins. It made him unable to tell the difference between boundaries and desire anymore. He'd chosen to come to the nightclub instead of sleeping with that woman.

All he felt now was burning heat consuming every part of him. His vision was locked solely on the woman beneath him.

"Please let me go, Sir!" Zavira begged.

Ignoring her resistance, he slowly but surely lowered his face to her neck. The tip of his lips brushed against her skin, leaving warm, slightly painful kisses along her neck all the way to her jaw.

"Ahh, stop!" Zavira gasped, even as she tried to hold back. Her hands moved frantically with nowhere to go.

But to Xafier, that sound was the sweetest music in his ears. Without hesitation, his hand crawled up to Zavira's twin mounds still covered by the thin uniform.

Then he squeezed them tightly, making Zavira arch beneath him. They fit perfectly in his hands, stoking the fire in him higher.

"Argh! Wh-what are you doing, Sir?! Stop!" she said, her voice trembling.

"Anything I need to do... I'll do everything and pay you more than you could ever need. Just... obey me now," Xafier murmured.

Zavira went silent. Her head felt empty, like hollow cloth, while tears slipped down her cheeks. Her mind raced to her little brother hiding at home, and the debt that had to be paid now.

Xafier, already impatient, went straight for what he'd been craving. This time his lips found Zavira's soft ones. He devoured them with rough, hungry movements, pressing deeper as if demanding more from the woman under him.

Xafier kissed her with rough desperation, while Zavira tried to hold back every sensation that shot through her body.

"Hngh."

A moan escaped her lips when Xafier's hand slipped under her mini skirt, touching her thigh. She squirmed.

"Nggh... stop," she whispered weakly.

Xafier ignored her. His hand began stroking Zavira's thigh from bottom to top. Every movement made her skin prickle, her hair stand on end.

"Ahh!"

Zavira bit her lip until it almost bled, but another moan slipped out when his fingertip touched the part of her that was already wet.

"You feel that, don't you?" Xafier whispered, his warm breath in her ear as his hand began stroking her gently.

Zavira panted, eyes squeezed shut. Tears were still falling down her cheeks, but her body was already responding to every touch.

Without saying anything, Xafier pulled down his pants. His hand went back under her skirt, caressing the part of her that was ready for him, slower this time.

"I'll only ask once. Are you ready?!"

Zavira stayed silent. Her lips trembled. Her eyes stared at the man above her but didn't really see him. Her mind was split in two. But finally, she lowered her gaze and nodded slowly. For Iki. For the debt that had to be paid.

"Yes," Zavira whispered. "But please... go slow."

Without wasting another second, Xafier began tearing off their clothes in a rush. Zavira's uniform was thrown to the corner of the room, followed by the rest, until both their bodies were bare against each other.

When she saw him, Zavira swallowed hard. Her mind went blank, like she'd lost all ability to think. But the thought of the money she desperately needed made it impossible to turn away. There was no going back now... this was the only way.

"I'll do it," she said in a weak but firm voice.

Xafier nodded, then slowly lowered himself. He propped his body up so he wouldn't crush her, while guiding himself toward the center of her already damp body.

"Slower, Sir. It hurts!"

"Don't play innocent with me. I've met girls like you before. I doubt you're even still a virgin."

Zavira groaned in pain, her body jerking slightly as she felt herself being filled. Her hands accidentally clutched at Xafier's shoulders.

"Shit, why is she still so tight? Maybe she really hasn't done this before," Xafier muttered.

He pushed in. The moment Xafier entered her slowly, sharp pain ripped through Zavira. Her body stiffened, and then she let out a loud cry.

"Aarrgh! It hurts!"

Red trickled slowly between her thighs, proof that the purity she'd guarded all this time was gone in an instant. Xafier, overtaken by the drugs and lust, didn't care about Zavira's sobs.

Tears streamed down Zavira's face. "Mom... forgive me... I'm sorry."

Then Xafier began moving - slow at first, then picking up speed with every gasp and sound that escaped Zavira's lips.

His breathing grew heavier and rougher. His face is buried in Zavira's neck, leaving soft kisses and bites here and there.

His hands squeezed her twin peaks tightly, while his hips moved deeper, more desperate.

"Ahh..." Xafier groaned, his voice breaking with desire. "I like this."

He sped up, their bodies moving together. Zavira was now responding to every touch and thrust with her own body, even as tears continued to fall.

Xafier's movements grew deeper and faster, carrying them both to the peak.

"Ahhh!"

In an instant, the man groaned low and his body shuddered. Release came hard inside her.

A few moments later, he could no longer hold himself up and collapsed to the side of the bed. His body lay limp, stuck to sheets soaked with sweat and faint traces of red. His breath was still ragged.

Meanwhile, Zavira could only lie there helplessly beside him, her body full of pain and overwhelming exhaustion.

It didn't take long before heavy drowsiness overcame her, and she fell into a deep sleep, though her face was still wet with tears.

When Zavira opened her eyes again, morning sunlight was streaming through the gaps in the curtains. Every part of her body ached, especially down below.

"Ssh," Zavira whimpered softly.

Her eyes accidentally caught sight of a man sitting on the edge of the bed. She immediately grabbed the blanket to cover herself.

On the other side of the bed, Xafier was already sitting upright, buttoning his white dress shirt with composed movements. His gaze was calm - nothing like the madness of last night.

Zavira lowered her head, her hair falling over her face that was red from shame and grief.

"You're awake?" Xafier said coldly.

Zavira didn't answer. Not a single word.

Until suddenly, an elegant black ATM card was tossed right next to her.

"This is your payment!" he said in a tone that allowed no refusal.

Zavira didn't move. Her eyes stayed fixed on the card.

Xafier then stood tall, looking down at her with a deep, unnervingly calm stare.

"I'll pay you far more than that... if you agree to be my kept wife."

"Kept wife?"