Handsome CEO Boy

As Slaves

Raga tightly embraced her beautiful slave after a breakfast of bread and a glass of milk. They were no longer in villas, but rather Raga's private home in the Capital. A house that is like a palace in all white color.

Inevitably Raga had to go back there because there was a busy office schedule like a meeting. As the big boss of Anggara Group certainly not wise Raga left him.

It's annoying because the honeymoon is only for a little while. From Saturday night until Sunday afternoon Raga had fun with Rania.

But it's okay. Even if her honeymoon was a little okay, Raga remained satisfied. Rania is not at all.

"It looks like I've had a tremendous trauma. I still feel pain in my bok*ng section. Fucking raga*n!"

"Have, don't cry like that" said Raga as she stroked Rania's black hair that had returned beautifully due to a private salon treatment. Make up artist is provided to add to the beauty of Rania's face.

Perfect.

"I-I am moved, sir," said Rania, inversely proportional to her heart, "I will be humiliated by this demon in the office. I will be introduced as a slave!"

"Sir, is..."

"I know what you want to talk about," Raga said with a slanted smile. "You're worried that my image will be damaged if I introduce you to my subordinates, right?"

Rania nodded timidly even though she was not worried about Raga's image at all. His pride is at stake right now. People would argue with her like, "Hina once she is. How much to buy so that they want to be slaves? Better prostitution*r then. Disgusting."

Rania's tears fell.

"Here you go, my beautiful slave," said Raga cupping Rania's perfect two-cheeked tyranny. "You keep crying can make me angry..."

Rania gulps. The crying stopped immediately. "I-I'm not crying, sir. I'm moved."

"Is that?" asked Raga while looking closely at Rania's eyes. Time repeats itself as if it stopped.

Raga frowned. "Why can there be such a beautiful woman... I've never found it anywhere in the world."

For a moment he forced forcefully to avert his gaze. Succeeds. Then he pushed slowly on Rania's head. One of his index fingers pressed his forehead impolitely.

"Aw, sir," lamented Rania.

"Let's go" said Raga. "Don't worry about that. Only my subordinates know that you are a slave. Suppose the public knows, I honestly don't care either. I just fire my subordinates who spread it, then Anggara Group will still stand tall gallantly. Will Anggara Group's shares decline? That won't happen, my beautiful slave, because Anggara Group is backed by the mafia. Or will I be arrested by the police for slavery? Hah, I just give a billion dollars directly prostrate them to me. Besides it's impossible... Ah, I talk too much."

"M-mafia? That would be dangerous, sir," said Rania fearfully, diverting Secretary Ardi's mind.

Raga took a breath. "They're less dangerous than my two fierce dogs, really," he said, scaring Rania.

"T-Master, not again, huh? I'm afraid of your black dog" Rania said in a plea.

"Slave must not forbid the pleasure of his master," Raga rolled one eye as Rania got into the car.

Before Rania could reply, Raga closed the door hard.

"Rome!" pekik Rania is upset. Raga couldn't hear it because it was soundproof. "You're gonna make me deaf, are you?!"

"You're like yelling something, my pretty boy?" ask Raga. He was sitting next to Rania, and he kissed her cheek.

"Yelling, Mister?" tanya Rania pretended to be innocent.

"You think I'm stupid? Obviously you're feeling so like people are cursing. It's a good thing your master isn't cruel enough to tear your mouth apart," Inner Raga snorted.

"Mm, I think I heard wrong. Your mouth just caught."

"O-oh, I yawned a little, my lord..."

"Oh, I thought you'd want my little brother included again."

Rania's face immediately flushed red, along with the luxury car that was running slowly. But he did not dare to scream while slapping Raga's face as hard as possible.

Rania still clearly remembered that she was only...

Bondslave.

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