Bounded By Contract, Addicted To My Servant Novels & Stories

“Wondering why I am telling you all these? I believe you should get the hint already. We agreed on a contract about intimacy, this is how I want it.” “According to the little I know about BDSM, people who are involved in it will have a detailed conversation and make a contract to agree upon acts that will be applied. Without an agreement, it is classified as an abuse or rape. What if I say no?” She asked and Alex leaned closer to her, her breathing became shaky again and her heart started to race. “I don't think you would.” He replied and stared into her eyes, Blakeley stared back. She suddenly shut her eyes and bit her lip when his hand came in contact with her clit, he creased it and slowl

I snapped, covering myself. “Everything here belongs to me, remember?” he said calmly. “Your body, your soul… and your life. You’ll breathe for me, Sofia. You’ll live for me and do whatever I tell you.” “I don’t belong to anyone, Luca,” I said sharply, though my heart betrayed my words. “No matter what you do, I’ll never belong to you.” I turned to grab some clothes, but his voice stopped me cold. “Don’t you dare walk away while I’m still talking to you, Sofia. I won’t tolerate that.”

But I can’t stop… this is my life now, a relentless cycle of servitude that leaves no room for dreams or desires. The flickering torches cast long shadows across the hall, and I can’t help but feel like a silhouette, a wisp of smoke that will vanish if anyone looks too closely. I am nothing but a servant, the pack’s “Dust,” a name that embodies my worthlessness in their eyes.

I returned my gaze to the contract. I opened the next page of the contract in my hand, and I began to frown. He employed me to be his servant, yet he gave me the title PA. I thought as I read the five responsibilities printed on the next page of the paper. Does he want me to be his servant or PA? I thought

But, after seeing what he did to her the last time, he was avoiding penetrating her for now till that healed up. "I've said this before and I'll keep saying it that I'm not your slave. Just because you forced me into all of this doesn't give you right to speak to me anyhow" magnolia said, she hates being called a slave. She would have just gone with Astrid, but at last, she was the cause of her down fall. "So you aren't a slut? A whore? Or a sex slave?" Orion asked as he took slow daunting steps towards her like that of a predator. Magnolia could feel that he wanted to do something but she couldn't just place what exactly.

I forced my way towards the desk, opened the file and glanced through the white and black writings, each rule felt like a death sentence. 1. I am officially his mistress. 2. My pussy belongs to him, anytime, anyday, anywhere and without complaints. 3. No man has access to my pussy other than him. 4. No one knows about our relationship. “This is modern day sex slavery!” “Just sign it, Jun,” he spat back, his patience thinning. “ No complaints, remember?” My fingers tightened with more force than necessary as I signed the contract. “Good girl,” he said coolly, his voice disgustingly sweet. He stepped closer and pressed a kiss on my exposed cleavage.

"Because I CAN. Because you're mine and I can do whatever I want with what belongs to me." "I don't BELONG to you—" "Yes. You do." His grip tightened. "You signed the contract. You live in my penthouse. You eat the food I provide. You exist because I allow it. That makes you MINE." "That makes me your PRISONER!" "Call it whatever helps you sleep at night." He leaned closer. "But you'll still wake up here tomorrow. And the day after. And every day after that. Eating when I tell you. Serving who I tell you. Being exactly what I decide you'll be."

Predatory. “Belonging to me,” he said, slow and deliberate, “means your life is no longer your own. Your breath, your time, your body. Everything you are, everything you have, exists to serve me. You are bound by your father’s debt. Until it is paid… you are mine.” My throat dried. The joke I’d been preparing slipped right out of my head. I forced a smirk anyway. “Sounds like slavery. And, uh, newsflash, slavery’s been outlawed for a while now—even for guys with stormy eyes and a cult following.”

“I belong to you permanently. I will live here in your club full time with no leaving without your permission. My body — my cock, my mouth, my ass — all belong to you. I will confess everything and hand over the drive. Any attempt to escape or contact my old employer means you call the police. I will address you only as Mistress and thank you for every punishment and every use. You will edge me, deny me, and train me until I crave only your control. I will destroy all evidence of my spying tonight in front of you. I belong to you permanently. I will destroy all evidence and serve only as your fuck toy.” The words poured out of me like a vow, each one binding me tighter than the ropes ever co

She turned her head and glared at me viciously. "Do you think that by using such despicable means to break Richard's leg, I'd come back to you?" She slapped me hard across the face. "This only makes me loathe you even more. You vile creature, you will never compare to Richard!" After speaking, she trotted over and threw herself into Richard's arms. "Do you think that by doing this, I'd be happy?" Vivian choked up, looking up at him with feigned anger. "You idiot! Have you forgotten the contract we signed? You will always be my master!"