Bounded By Contract, Addicted To My Servant Novels & Stories

“I already told you.” His dark eyes lifted to hers. “All of it.” She hesitated, then sighed. “She said you don’t like losing what belongs to you.” His expression didn’t change. “And you think you belong to me?” A sharp heat shot through her at the way he said it. Low. Smooth. Dangerous. Elena straightened. “That’s how you see me, isn’t it? A transaction. Something you bought and paid for.” His fingers tapped idly against his coffee cup. “That’s what the contract says.”

"One month. You belong to me. You live in my house. You sleep where I tell you to sleep. You do whatever I say, whenever I say it. At the end of thirty days, your debt is cleared. Every penny. Your life goes back to normal." Enzo laughed nervously. "You want me as your servant? Fine. I can clean floors. I can drive your cars." Luca stopped behind him and leaned down. His breath brushed against Enzo's ear. "Not a servant. My personal toy. My plaything. You will warm my bed. You will spread your legs when I want. You will take my cock whenever I feel like fucking you. And you will learn to beg for it." Enzo's breath caught in his throat. His face burned hot. He tried to pull away but the ropes

Wasting no time, I followed as he said only to find the never ending shock, dropping to me again. “One Year Living Contract”, I read. It says, I’ll be his shadow in public acting like his better half, but in private I’ll be no less than a slave. His rules, his dominance, my submissive surrender. I’ll have to do whatever he says or wants to do, in a beat for a year. “What’s this?” I ask, amazed with this shit in my hand.

He releases me and steps back, chest heaving. The choice hangs between us like a loaded gun. I want to kill him. I want to climb him. I want to make him suffer the way I suffered. Instead, I straighten my dress with shaking hands and walk toward the master bedroom, head high. “Touch me tonight and I swear on my father’s grave I will break this contract and drag both our companies down with me.” I slam the bedroom door behind me. But I can still feel his eyes on me through the wood. And worse… I can still taste his blood on my tongue.

"You make a deal with me." "What kind of deal?" "The kind that keeps you and your family alive. The kind that gives me the voting rights I need to stop David's takeover. The kind that's mutually beneficial." He pulled a thick folder from his jacket. "A contract marriage." Nina laughed. Actually laughed. "You're insane."

something dark, something hungry. But then it was gone. Replaced by that cold mask he wore like an armor. Did he hate what he saw? Was he disgusted? I shook my head. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. This was a contract. A transaction. Nothing more. I walked to the bed and set the shopping bag down. I pulled out the tissue paper, slowly, almost reverently. And then I saw it.

I begged desperately for his cum, orgasmed only with his command, and lived for the daily ritual. On the final night, I knelt before him with my forehead pressed to the floor, there was a collar tight around my neck. My voice was soft, broken, and blissful. “I am Nathan’s personal womb slave. I exist only to be filled by my Owner. Please… impregnate me permanently. Breed your owned mother. Make my womb yours forever.” I kissed his feet, tears of complete surrender rolling down my cheeks. The woman I once was had died. Only the reclaimed shadow remained. I was now addicted, owned, and eternally grateful for my son’s cruel salvation.

Smirking, I drink their blood. I didn’t intend to kill them, but something took over me, and I had drained them. Calling my servants, I ask them to bring me more slaves. Two of my guards rejected my request. They had orders from Liam not to give me over ten slaves a day. I had crossed the limit today. As I fist my hands, I feel the anger. Hissing towards my guards, I unconsciously snap my fingers and make them my puppets. Controlling their minds, I asked one of them to get me, five maids.

But in reality, and the facts that are just buried deep, she is the one who is the foolish one in this deal and game that she created and started. “Very well.” The contract is done, and immediately she handed it to Nick who took a glance and quickly knew what is written in that contract. “One must follow the master’s command. That one command should be fulfilled more than anything else, for it holds everything and binds the soul that the servant holds.” “Perfectly exciting right?” Nick reads the words, the ones that catch his interest more than anything else.

I am thinking this is either the most brilliant or most stupid thing I have ever done. I am theirs now, 24x7. The ink on the contract is as dry as the cum on my face. I am horny as hell - even though I just spent a few hours being face fucked, my pussy hasn't been touched in over three days and I am burning with need. I am terrified at what I have gotten myself into. 24x7. No safe word. Oh, I can end the whole thing, rip my life apart a second time. My apartment is gone, the keys handed over to my Masters when I signed the contract. My belongings are all in storage by now, but I don't know where. I feel free despite my bonds and cage. I want to be out of this small, dark cage, but I am terri