Bounded By Contract, Addicted To My Servant Novels & Stories

"What did you say?" "A blood bond," I said, opening the manual and pointing to the instructions. "This way, you can take better care of me, right?" The manual described two types of bonds: a one-way bond and a two-way bond. The two-way bond promised higher loyalty, so I decisively chose that one. What I overlooked was the fine print at the bottom: One-way bonds are for master-servant relationships, while two-way bonds are typically used between mates. A two-way bond is unbreakable. The bonded pair share a life and a soul.

“Remember, the competition isn’t within your wards but between different wards. Magic is unpredictable and we can’t always regulate the outcome which is why you need to look after yourself. No one else would do it for you.” The unsaid words lingered in the air. They were not responsible for anything that happened between wards. Ninety percent of the people here came by choice, all loyal, and waiting to be perfect servants to the council. If they couldn’t then they would at least die with honor. Like Dad did.

and radiated controlled power. "Alexandra," he said, his voice deep and measured. "You signed the contract?" "Yes, Sir." They'd already negotiated that she'd call him "Sir" during their arrangement. "Do you understand what that signature means?" "Yes, Sir. For the next seven days, I belong to you completely." "That's right. The moment you cross this threshold, you're mine. Your body, your pleasure, your pain, your service....all mine. Your only job is to obey and endure whatever I decide to give you. Do you accept this?"

I heard myself say, "then the debt is paid." Jax's eyes came to me. "And when it's paid, I'm not collateral anymore. You have your money. You don't have a hold on me. You'd have to—" My throat closed. I forced the rest out. "You'd have to let me go." The room was very quiet. "So you want me to hand you back?" Jax said. I couldn't answer. I couldn't say no, because no meant admitting that I would rather stay in a place where a man had told me nobody would touch me. And I couldn't say yes, because it would be the biggest lie of my life.

Every male servant had the right to sleep with anybody, which was not a big deal. Just as taking care of the palace and doing all the work needed was the job of the female servants, it was also their job to satisfy the male servants whenever they wanted. They were expected to satisfy as many servants as they could, as long as they were approached. Ophelia found the rule absurd. Why should sleeping with men she doesn’t give two f*cks about, be part of her job? It was confusing. She called it prostitution in disguise, and made it clear that she wasn’t gonna take part in it.

Grey: I don’t know and I can't explain it well but it feels pretty clear that I don't have a feeling of greater loyalty towards Master Diego than to Lord Ban. Diego: Why is he calling me Master? Is that the effect of the contract too? Ban: Yes, as long as you havent change the conditions on your slave, he is forced to say and do things that he doesnt like or really mean. Kind of like a default setting if I have put it that way.

She scolded me. “I didn’t abduct you, Bethany. I captured you,” I explained. “Captured? What do you think of me? A prisoner?” She asked angrily. “A maid. Have you forgotten about the contract that you signed before? It’s still valid and you are still bound to serve me. How dare you work at someone else without my permission!” “Are you crazy? Five years have already passed since I signed the damn contract, Jacob! What the hell are you talking about?”

I turned my eyes to them and got shocked when I saw them carried by his men and unconscious. "W-what happened to them?!" I tried to walk closer to them but suddenly a big hand hold my shoulders to stop me. "You've just entered the contract of the demon, woman and from now on you are my servants" their young master whispered to my ear and after that I felt his hard chest behind me and everything went black. **** I woke up when suddenly I heard a noisy coming from my side and when I open my eyes a clown face who's smiling like a dog appeared before my eyes.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

His fingertips pressed together before his chest while his elbows rested on the armrests. She was going to be a slave—though blood slaves were slightly different from ordinary ones which were illegal—and this looked rather business-like, with a contract. But it was until she opened her mouth to speak. “How long am I—” she licked her lips nervously. “Are you going to be bound by the contract?” He helped finish her sentence. “Yeah.” “Forever.” His eyes roamed around her collarbones. “Unless I decide to free you. You are mine, forever.”