Chapter Three: Over His Desk

It has been 5 days since the auction. Margarette rarely sees Xavier around the house for the next couple of days. People dressed in black scattered all over the mansion. They were stoic, like a robot, and didn't talk to her. Though, she was allowed to go to the garden and has a personal maid following after her, tending her needs.

She was really lucky. Not only was she given a delicious meal every day, but she also had to live a happy and privileged life. Being bought by him was a blessing in disguise. Margarette was so grateful to her owner.

But then, she knew little about him yet. He was so rich, he had so many men, maids, and a huge house. But she barely sees him around. Margarette began questioning her role in this house.

Wasn't she bought for a purpose?

She has yet to know it, though.

"Ma'am, the boss wants to see you," her personal maid, Clarise, said. Margarette's heart began to beat quickly. She stood up almost immediately and followed Clarise nervously. 

Clarise knocked on Xavier's door before opening it. "She's here, boss."

"Let her in."

Her personal maid instructed her to go inside. She was finally in, Clarise closed the door, leaving Margarette and Xavier alone in his office.

His hair was slicked back. He was wearing a white dress shirt under his black tuxedo. His tie was neatly fixed around his neck. He looked ravishingly handsome. On the other hand, Margarette was wearing a sunflower dress which reached above her knees. The strap of her dress was too thin and loose, showing some bit of her flawless skin. Her cleavage was on the view, making Xavier's dick to throb against his pants.

Margarette stood there, unmoving. She doesn't know what to do. She wasn't also allowed to speak what's in her mind. She was motionless.

"Sit down," he ordered. 

"Thank you, sir," she quietly said and sat down on the visitor's chair right across from him.

"How are you?" he asked, though his voice was unapologetic.

"I am doing good, sir. Thank you."

He nodded his head. There was a laptop on his desk and a few papers. He gently fixed them off from the table and put them aside. Then, he opened his cabinet and pulled out something.

He handed it to her.

"Do you know how to read?" he asked.

She, again, nodded her head. "Yes, sir. Why?"

"I want you to read that and analyse every single rule I've written. That is going to be my rules and schedule every time I want you."

Her brows knitted in confusion. She didn't quite understand what he meant by his words, but it seemed so important that she just shrugged her confusion off and then read the content of the paper. And what she read baffled her.

There only at least 5 rules:

First was, "Do not wear panties when I am around." 

The first rule was beyond degrading and confusing. Why would he not allow her to wear undies when he's around? Unless he wants to see what's below her. No way! 

Margarette's brows became more and more furrowed as she continued reading the details. One of the rules says, "Come to my room every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday night."

After reading the content of the paper, she returned the paper to him.

He took the paper and placed it above his desk, right beside his elbow. "So, did I make it clear?"

Slowly, she shook her head. "I-I don't quite understand..."

"What do you mean you don't? It's simply plain. Unless if you're just pretending how to read," he accused, raising his eyebrows at her

Her cheeks burned. "I know how to read."

"Then, as you have read, you probably know now what to do and what not to. I hope I made it clear that I don't want any excuses when we do it nor I want any latest whenever scheduled. I am a very busy man and I don't want to waste any of my time. Finding a woman to fulfil my satisfaction is too bothersome. I bought you, paid millions of dollars for you, so do your job well and be an obedient little one."

She gulped nervously. She may be innocent and inexpensive, but she's not dumb. She had a guess but she was uncertain.

Seeing her bothered face, he leaned against his swivel chair and said, "Spill it."

She took a deep breath and fidgeted her fingers. "A-Are we... Are we gonna have sex...?" she asked uncomfortably, shifting on her seat.

"Yes," he said without even blinking. 

She was shocked but she continued. "Is that... why did you p-purchase me?"

"Yes. It is." He has a straight face, looking directly into her frightened eyes. She was terrified to say the least. She hasn't tried having sex, let alone being a sex slave. 

Realisation stuck with her. 

When she thought that being abducted and being purchased from the black market was a blessing in disguise, she thought it wrong. It was like a calm sunny day before a disaster.

He scoffed. "What do you think I've purchased you? To be pampered all around and live a luxurious life? No. You're being bought for a purpose, and that is to be my woman."

Her heart tightened around her ribcage. She felt her stomach churning. Still, no tears were visible in her eyes.

She was scared. It was a fact. She doesn't know what to expect when she is purchased. She's only going on with the flow, not having a real purpose or goal in her life. In her mind, as long as she got to eat 3 times a day, that's all that matters.

"O-Okay..." she uttered, unable to speak any more words than that. She was speechless.  

"Words. I do not want to repeat myself, Margarette."

She flinched. "Y-Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good. Since it's already clear to you, I want you to follow the first rule I've written."

A gasp let her mouth as she gaped at him. Was he being serious? But then, looking at his eyes, it confirmed her question. He was being serious.

"I'll d-do it here?" she asked, dumbfounded. He didn't reply or even make a move. She realised she was too dumb to understand his instructions, or perhaps, she was just reluctant to obey. She took a very deep breath before she shakily stood up. 

She glanced at him and nervously. Stripping isn't her thing. She has never done this before. 

She swallowed her own saliva, or perhaps her price and her fear. She has to do this, otherwise she will be punished. And even though she didn't know yet what kind of punishment it would be, she already had a guess that it wouldn't be as pleasant as she imagined.

Closing her eyes, she reached the waistband of her panties. Her hands shook every second that passed. She was nervous and beyond humiliated. 

What she was doing was so inhumane and inelegant, inappropriate, and just humiliating. She wasn't taught this.

Slowly pulling her panties down, she heard a low grunt coming from his throat. It made her tremble, her legs wobbled up. As her panty went down on her white, flawless skin, Xavier was only an inch closer to losing his control. She was so delicate, like a freaking flawless doll. With an unworldly beauty, an hourglass figure, and smooth white skin, she was perfect. Every time he sees her face, his dick couldn't keep itself from erecting. He wanted to fuck her, relentlessly.

As soon as her underwear was stripped from her, uncovering her sex. She shivered at the intensity of his gaze on her.

He stood up all of a sudden, walking towards her direction. Now in broad daylight, she noticed how tall he was and how huge their bodies' differences were. He was muscular, but not too bulky. He was tall and lean. She was just right above his shoulders. Her neck complained when she looked up at him.

"Beautiful..." he said under his breath. In a blink of an eye, his arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her close to his body. She gasped and instinctively clutched on to his chest. She felt a poke on her stomach, a huge down. She realised that it was, after all, his nether region. Her cheeks flamed up at the embarrassment.

He felt so good and warm towards her. His perfume and natural scent made her unconsciously sniff him. He smelled heavenly good.

He smirked. "I like good girls, Margarette. Obeying from their owner's order pleased me. And since you've been very obedient these past days, I guess you deserve a little bit of reward, don't you think?"

She flinched at his words. She doesn't know why but his words suddenly made her heart race and her body to react differently. She felt hot all of a sudden. Her breathing became laboured.

"Now, I want you over my desk."