A Slave Contract

The trees danced gently in the wind and the ocean waves crashed against the soft as tissue sand. The balcony was closed, but she could feel the cool breeze that blew across the bay. Two different worlds collided together, but each was gracious for another. She wished that her relationship with Beichen was like the ocean and the sand, serene and peaceful.

But, how could such a blissful wish be fulfilled when the disgrace of the situation tortured her to no end? The closest bond they shared came from a transaction that benefitted both of their needs.

She understood his temper and his ways of humiliating her, but she couldn't put a plug on her heart to stop loving this cruel man. She had fallen into the trap too deeply to find her way out. It was this dilemma that kept her heart half frozen and half burning with passion for him.

While bathing in her sorrow, the door opened, and he came in. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. There was always an indescribable air about him that made the hair on her arms stand up.

It wasn't that she was necessarily afraid of his presence, but that his regal aura exuded an imposing sentiment that would make one unintentionally weary.

He stood in the doorway like a king. She looked just like a mouse in his shadow.

"Come here," his voice was deep but clear like spring water.

She was always a good listener when it came to him, however, she hesitated to take the next step now that everything was real. It wasn't just her imagination anymore that she was going to sell her soul to him.

"I see that you don't care about the land as much as I thought," he said as he folded his hand together and mocked her.

She took a deep breath and walked over to him, slow and steady and with resolve. She was prepared for whatever was going to happen next.

"Sign," he said as he handed a pen and a form to her.

AGENCY CONTRACT was written on top of the form.

She understood what this meant. After signing this contract, her whole self, her being, and her existence would belong to him. She would have to obey his every word like an empty vessel with no sense of independence.

In short, this was a slave contract.

Could she still turn back and kept her dignity? But one thing for sure, she didn't want to let her mother's death be in vain. Only by getting back the land rights would her revenge plan be completely in her favor.

His signature was big and bold, but hers was weak and indecisive.

His lips curled up ambiguously seeing her struggles. This was the result that he wanted. She was in his palm like a caged bird. He had many ways to break her for provoking him by severing his relationship with Wanyue, so she must pay the price.

What would dehumanize her more than anything else other than prostituting that voluptuous body of hers? He couldn't wait to devour every part of her, to punish her until she couldn't stop crying.

"Good, now take off my clothes," he commanded.

Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned his well-ironed white dress shirt.

"Alright," she said as the last button came undone, and the shirt dropped down his body.

"My pants too," he continued.

She looked up at him in disbelief but forced herself to do it in the end.

She loosened his belt. It was harder than it looked.

"Do it like this." His hand came down to guide her.

She thought that the pants would immediately fall off like the shirt, but she was wrong. It was stuck and her face flushed a bright red when she saw what made it stuck. They haven't even started anything, but he was already big.

She gulped and closed her eyes. She used force to pull down the pants a few times and it came off.

"Open your eyes and look at it carefully," he said instructing her as if he was giving her a special lesson.

Even if she was willing to sell her body, she didn't need to further humiliate herself. She rejected loudly. "No!"

He wasn't angry at her for not doing as he said, but his patience wasn't the greatest either. He disapproved of her disobedience. It seemed that he needed to tame her more.

His hands seized hold of either side of her head and forced her to look at him carefully.

Her body trembled at the obscene object that was swollen before her. He was the only man that she had ever slept with, so she didn't know what his size would be compared to others. But she could tell that he was big just because they filled her up completely when they were inside of her.

"Suck it until every last drop is out," he said again, eager for her warm lips on him. He doubted whether that small mouth of hers would be able to take him whole, but the uncertainty excited him.

She didn't know how or where to begin, and she wondered if such a big thing could fit into her mouth. But as she wrapped her hands around his member and began to lick it with her tongue clumsily, she had déjà vu.

Her hands massaged him at the places where she imagined would make him moan. She moved her mouth along his shaft with ease. She assumed that perhaps this kind of thing just came naturally to her.

Beichen's gaze grew hazy as the woman kneeling below him continued to give him head. His breathing became labored, and he was close to releasing.

He knew that he didn't like the woman in front of him, but his body always reacted when she was nearby. It was like another entity in front of her. He had never felt this good before in his life and only this woman could ravage him until he couldn't recognize himself.

He thought that it was due to the aphrodisiac that made his body reacted that night, but he was wrong.

Even now when he was completely rational, his body craved her tenderness. So, it didn't matter if he had a girlfriend or not, his only thought now was that he must conquer this damnable woman in front of him.

"Get on top of me."

She wrapped her legs around his waist as they laid on the bed. The way he observed her every move embarrassed her a little.

"Put it in," he said impatiently.

Her face was still glowing red from the previous act. As a woman who barely had any experience, she was naturally shy and reluctant to take the initiative.

She sighed and lowered into him clumsily. Her groans overlapped his as they became one.

Although she was embarrassed, his face in pleasure pleased her because she was the one who made him like this now. It gave her a little hope and more courage to continue.

Her movement was awkward and slow at first, but soon her body started to feel good. Later, it was moving on its own as if it wasn't part of her. It was as if she had done this with him multiple times before. And suddenly she knew what and how to make his toes curled and she couldn't deny the sensation that was coursing through her body like an electric current.

She didn't know when she started to cry, but she felt tears rolling down her cheeks as he turned her over and rammed into her core repeatedly.

He was like a beast that night. He touched every part of her body until they melt in his palm like ice cream. It was only their second time, but he found all her sensitive spots.

For a moment, she had an illusion that they were lovers.

*

The pillow beside her was cold. Beichen left a long time ago and was probably at his company. He completely dominated her until morning, but he still had the energy to get up early.

On the other hand, her body felt like it had been hit by a truck. She could barely walk herself to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

She grabbed her phone and dialed a number she remembered by heart.

"I want the land rights today," she said. It wasn't a matter of questioning.

There was a pause before he spoke. "Of course. I'm not a dishonest man, after all, I've gotten what I wanted."

She wanted to sneer but kept her confidence. "What you meant was that you're happy to see me suffer."

He chuckled lightly from the other end and said, "But I remember that someone was quite enthusiastic last night. Don't you think that your suffering expression looked…a little lewd?"

Even though he couldn't see her, but he guessed that her face was probably beet red now. And he was right. Yanyue felt embarrassed at his perverted and provocative words.

She couldn't say anything except yelled out, "You… you're shameless!"

She shut the phone at the speed of light.

However, after thinking about his words she felt that he was right. She also thought that she was shameless for feeling good. She reached her peaks many times and did things that she never thought she would do. He was ruthless, but her body craved his touches.

It was just that she felt sad because even though they shared the most intimate experiences together, his heart was elsewhere.

But now that things had come to this, there was no regret medicine. All she just needed to do now was to focus on reviving her mother's company.

There was a beige dress hanging on the drawer. He was domineering, but at least he was thoughtful this time.

She pulled the dress on, grabbed her things, and headed out.

The taxi she called was already waiting in front of the gate. She had to make an appointment for a taxi because there was no way that she could find one this far out in the secluded bay.

*

On the top floor of the Lu Group.

"Send this to her."

Beichen handed Assistant Wen the land rights, then he got up and looked out the window. His eyes were deep. No one knew what he was thinking about.

*

Yanyue continued to work on the new project back at the studio. She was so immersed in her work that she didn't notice a person entered the studio.

"Yueyue, is your work more important than me?"

She jerked a little at the sudden intrusion of her quiet surroundings.

"Jason, what are you doing here?" she asked. They didn't plan for an engagement.

"I'm here to take you to lunch," he said and pointed to his watch. "See, it's past lunchtime already. If I'm not here, were you going to continue working until midnight again?"

She smiled guiltily. She was not good with time at all, especially when she began a new project.

"Well, I'm not hungry yet."

But…Grrrr.

"Well, whose stomach was that?" Jason asked ambiguously, pointing to the workaholic's stomach.

Indeed, she was hungry.

"Alright, then let's go to the usual!"

She organized her things and grabbed her bag. As they were going to head out, they ran into Assistant Wen.

"Assistant Wen."

It was Jason who spoke first.

"Young master and Miss Shen," Assistant Wen said and greeted them.

Jason asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

Assistant Wen didn't answer him. He turned to Yanyue and handed her an envelope.

"President Lu send this to you per the agreement."

She looked at the envelope and received it carefully. She opened the envelope. He promised that he would give her the land rights today. He didn't disappoint.

"Thank you, Assistant Wen."

The man nodded as a response and left out the door.

She was going to tuck the envelope away in her bag, but Jason snatched it from her hands.

"This is the land rights, but how did you get it?" he asked anxiously while browsing over the content in the envelope.

Of course, she couldn't tell him that she entered a slave contract with his brother to gain back the land rights.

"He sold the land to me that's all," she said, avoiding his gaze.

But he wasn't dumb. He knew his brother well. He spent 200 million to buy the land just so he could get back at Yanyue. He wasn't someone to let go of things easily once he was angered or obsessed.

"What was the agreement about?"

His persistent probing made her sweat a little.

"No, do you think I couldn't convince him? I'm a little intelligent myself you know," she said nervously and took back the envelope. She quickly tucked it inside her bag. "Come on, let's go before it's late! I'm really hungry now."

With that, she went out the door first. Jason followed behind her quietly. He didn't force her to answer because he didn't want to embarrass her. If he couldn't get an answer out of her, he would pester his brother to tell him later.