Boss Slave Novels & Stories

"But like, why are we stuck with such awful bosses? Mine works me like a slave. I wish I worked for Mr. Lennox, God knows I won't even bother with doing anything" Sana grimaced. "That's so true tho. My boss is just a party freak who wants his hands on everything he fancies. The only thing he hasn't asked me to do is play stripper for his business associates. What if I were married? How would my husband feel?" Sana's shoulders slumped in defeat. The atmosphere felt stuffed with oppression. "That's true," Bianca agreed, picking at her salad. "But at least they pay us on time and it's good money" she pointed out, earning their nods.

He yells and my hand twists the knob opening the door revealing my dad sitting in a chair behind his desk and a tall, handsome man stands next to him. If I knew Leo was his boss I would have never come here. My heart starts pounding in my chest and my mind once again goes back to the events which happened last night. Leo... "Thank you for the lunch honey" He said. I try my best not to make eye contact with Leo. He doesn't even seem slightly bothered or shocked that I'm here he just stands there eyeing up my body. " Melanie, this is my boss, Mr. Leonard Salvador, he owns this company hence the name SALVADOR ENTERPRISE" I put on a fake smile at Leo "

"Now undress me.” Like a robot on command, I walked towards him to do as I was told. He had already taken off his shoes, leaving him with his buttoned up long sleeved shirt and belted pants. I started to undo each bottom after the other, beginning from the bottom. I was halfway through the process when I felt his hands cup both butt cheeks and jerk my towards him. Another loud gasp escaped my lips when my breasts crashed against his chest and my vagina felt his bulge. I didn't understand why or how I was even enjoying this. The initial idea of sleeping with my boss's husband repulsed me. I was disgusted at him when I realized he also wanted to do the same, but now. Now all I wanted to do was

I couldn't afford to lose this job. "Employees owe conversations to their employers," I said flatly. "You're not the one who hired me, Emma. So, would you kindly get out of my boss's car?" Her face contorted with anger, and for a moment, a flicker of satisfaction sparked within me. "Don't you get it?" she spat. "Sara hired you because she knows about us!" "And if that's true, what's the problem?" I shot back, enjoying her stunned expression. "I need a paycheck—a real job. Not one where sleeping with my boss is part of the job description."

"After you left, I decided to get a job. I found a job as a maid in Edgar's house. And... we ended up getting involved." I let out a small chuckle and shake my head, still unable to digest that subject pleasantly. I observe her a bit critically. "Don't look at me with those judgmental eyes," she pouts. "We're the same." "How?" I raise my eyebrows, indignant. "We got involved with our bosses." "No! That doesn't make us the same," I reprimand, perplexed. "How not? You and Joshua. Me and Edgar." "Mom!" My mouth falls open. "The difference, or rather... the huge difference, is that Joshua didn't have a wife. I didn't stoop to being his mistress!"

"So, you've chosen not to talk?" "What else did you expect? Don't think we're bullying you with numbers! I'll personally deal with you!" The boss chuckled sinisterly. "Don't claim I'm picking on you just because I'm a Bathos Grandmaster! I'll give you a head start with three moves. If you can hurt me, I'll let you leave this place unscathed." Laughter erupted all around at his words. "Boss is picking on him! Everyone knows his physique is as tough as steel and concrete because he's a Bathos Grandmaster!"

The Boss gaze is fixed on her Mr. Boss, as he's known to his associates, is a towering figure, with a cold, steely gaze. He sits behind his desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling around his head like a serpent. He takes a long drag, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face. She's starting to feel dizzy from the smoke, and her mouth is dry.

Boss, snap out of it and kill her. 【I bet this is all part of the Boss's strategy. Confuse her, then make her die a painful death.】

Then froze. Of course. Of fucking course. The universe hated me. Lukas stood inside alone. My boss looked infuriatingly perfect this morning, his dark suit fit him flawlessly, his silver watch gleamed beneath the overhead lights, his hair looked annoyingly neat. And those grey eyes, those awful, dangerous grey eyes, immediately found mine. A slow smile tugged at his mouth, it was just enough to tell me how much he was enjoying this. I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared straight ahead. If looks could kill, the man would already be dead.

she asked again, brow furrowed, searching. I cleared my throat. “Well… I am your boss, Damien Voss. And you… you are Isabella, my servant and my pet.” Her eyes widened, panic flickering. “Servant? I’m a servant?” “Of course. You signed the contract yourself, remember?” I said, voice sharp, commanding. “I don’t remember anything,” she whispered, tone low, uncertain. “The only thing you need to remember,” I said slowly, letting each word hit, “is that I own you. You are my slave. My pet. Understand?”