Bounded By Contract, Addicted To My Servant Novels & Stories

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

He looked at her calmly. “For living here.” Ammie turned another page. Contract Rules: No unnecessary movement in the house No visitors without approval No contact about personal arrangement No disclosure of contract marriage Must attend all required appearances with CEO Must obey relocation instructions when given Her grip on the paper tightened slightly. “This is not a job anymore,” she said quietly. “It never was,” Adrian replied. She looked up at him. “So what is it then?” A pause. His gaze didn’t change. “A transaction.” The word hit harder than she expected.

“You both have a choice to make. A real one.” He walked over to his desk and returned with two thick contracts printed on expensive paper, along with two permanent steel collars — sleek, elegant, and impossible to remove once locked. “This contract is for five years,” he continued. “Not one. Five full years as my personal slaves. You will live here. You will serve me in every way I desire. You will fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. You will carry my children if I decide to breed you. In return, I will take care of all your financial problems. Your mother’s medical bills will be paid in full, Aria. Lila, your student loans and your brother’s legal troubles will disappear.”

"I’m sorry, sir, it seems you misunderstood. I have no intention of being bound by any contract with you." "It's not you who decides, but I who chooses. You owe me, and it seems you are smart enough to understand this situation, without needing an explanation from me," he said. Miron just left, getting into his limousine. Paralysed. My legs feel numb. He said he wanted to play with me like his prey, In a matter of seconds, he knew my life so far, and now he's trapping me with a bullshit contract, when I never asked for his help?

"I'm not asking you to solve Graham today. I'm asking what we call this. Because I signed a contract four months ago that said I'd be your wife in public and a stranger in every room that mattered, and I don't know anymore which rooms we're in." He was quiet long enough that I thought he might retreat into the careful version of himself, the one who answered hard questions with soft deflection. Then he pulled out the stool across from me and sat, properly, like a man settling in for something he didn't intend to run from. "I don't know what to call it either," he said. "That's the honest answer. I've spent my whole adult life inside contracts, Rhoswen. Mergers, marriages, everything negotiat

Ad⁠r⁠ian’s eyes were dark and‌ se⁠rious. “I am not going to touch you furth⁠e⁠r to⁠ni​g‍ht,” h‌e said. “​I am not going to let you cum. I am going to se⁠nd you up‍sta​i⁠rs with that ache stil‍l i​n you because the con​tract requires me to hold this line.” Eth⁠an’s voice came out low. “Th​e contract is sta‌rting to feel lik​e the only thing still stand‍ing be​twee​n us.”

She belongs to him now. The words settled over me like cold rain, confirming every dread and making me realize I wasn’t simply a victim anymore, but a servant bound to the endless chamber, the black throne, the frantic errands, the coins, the blood, and a master who could never be satisfied, knowing all that remained was the day my body gave out and my spirit joined the countless servants waiting before his throne.

When I get to page three, in small writing, I see something which makes my hands clammy. "Party B will live with Party A until the end of the contract." Holding out the contract towards Pan, I ask him nervously, "What does this mean?" Shrugging nonchalantly, he confirms, "You'll be staying here. I've got your room prepared already." "W-Wait, I have to not only be on service 24/7 but also live here with you?! Isn't this slavery?" I stand up angrily. I thought we could maybe get along but is he just making a fool of me as revenge?

Mark my word you will pay for marrying me. After shouting at her Demon make his way out of the room just then he heard some noise. Hearing this he turned standing at the door and saw his so-called wife sitting at a corner in his room while sobbing hard... "Don't waste your tears sweetheart because you will need it in your upcoming days. Also don't dare to hurt my boy. Don't forget you are tied to me bound by vows. And welcome to my cage princess. Welcome to Hell" Saying this Demon left the room. End Flashback

Suddenly, Takumi's left eye crimsoned, unveiling a Faustian contract. "I'm bound to my master as long as he's alive; no one else can own me," he explained.