Bounded By Contract, Addicted To My Servant Novels & Stories

" I was fueling with anger listening to his stupid rules...' Now stop instructing me like a child, I have my own mind. You and your book of rules.' I can not stop yelling at him. 'Listen Mr Annoying, firstly I am not someone who hit on people. I hath no interest in you or fellows around you. I would do what I like, you can't stop me from doing anything.' I uttered all this in a breath...it felt better . "Watch your moves otherwise this time I will not pardon you." "You are a slave for three months; you must have read the contract clearly; you to do whatever like." "And you will look at the devil inside me" He kept chanting his book of laws.

Now after reading the contract, she felt like she would go crazy any moment from now as Lucas was another living hell in her life. She took the paper from the table and read the contents, “I, Josephine, will become Lucas personal maid and will answer only to him as he is now my master. I, Josephine, will not attempt to run away unless I am planning to lose my life. I, Josephine, will not see any other man and if I do, he will die in my stead. I, Josephine, have now become Master Lucas pet and I will follow his orders. I, Josephine, trust my life in my master’s hands and my heart is his to tame as he wishes. I, Josephine, am bound to my master by this contract and there is no termination unle

I couldn't wrap my head around what this one mistake had caused. The contract was suffocating. Each clause was another chain around my life. I would no longer be a servant, but only under strict conditions. A proper room for me and the baby. Restricted diet and tonics. Obligations to appear at pack events as his "mate". Forbidden from speaking to any man. And once the child turned one, I was to leave, never to see my baby again. Every part of the contract made me feel like my future was slipping away. I couldn't accept it.

they sneered, "your love was never yours to claim. It was dictated by forces far greater than you. And now, you must fulfill the terms of this contract, or face the dire consequences." As we read through the contract, our hearts sank. It outlined a series of obligations, a path that seemed to rob us of our freedom and agency. We were bound by the sins of our parents, trapped in a cycle of betrayal and secrecy. Desperation welled up inside me, but I refused to let despair consume me. I turned to Adrian, his eyes mirroring my determination. "We won't let this control us, Adrian. We'll find a way to break free from this curse, to forge our own path."

“Why do we have to go there, and who was the person that died?” I asked him. He wasn’t someone to burst out with answers immediately, as a weird devil, he liked to keep himself closed. “Someone you don’t know, but I need you to recognise this person for me…” “Aryan, am I your servant?” “No, but we have a contract together, so you must obey me.” I breathed in and breathed out, slowly turning to him, “like…was it written on the contract that I will be your slave?”

He kissed my left palm while watching me with a smirk. I thought about his words momentarily. "No, I don't." I shook my head. "Servants aren't meant to have good lives. They are meant to serve their betters; if need be, they will be thrown away and replaced." I said firmly, "We are just some small cogs in the greater workings of a clock." That is going to be my reality. Someday, I'll be tossed out once I serve my purpose. I always wonder if that day is swiftly approaching.

Hey Mom, don’t worry, I’ve sold myself to a billionaire for a year to pay off your hospital bills. No. That wasn’t something a daughter confessed. The words of the contract replayed in her head, every sentence etched like fire. One year. Absolute discretion. No dating, no intimacy with anyone else. Available at his call. Mistress. Her throat burned. She had signed her name on those papers, but each time she thought about it, guilt gnawed at her like sharp teeth. The sound of the penthouse door unlocking jolted her. Aria shot up, her pulse leaping.

He looked at me over the rim of his glass. “Good. That makes you more interesting.” Dominic returned with a leather-bound folder. He set it on the desk like it was a sacred text. Xander didn’t even flip through it. He turned it toward me. “This contract binds you to me,” he explained. “There will be no expiration. No condition. All benefit from me is permanent.” My fingers twitched. Permanent. He continued, calm as ever, “You will belong to me in private and public. Your body, your loyalty, your obedience.”

“Tighter terms. More control. You will obey me fully. Protect my reputation, protect yourself. And in return.....you’ll have a place here. A place under my roof, under my rules.” I stared at the contract like it was poison. My hands shook violently. “I.... I can't. “You can,” he said, leaning closer so I could feel the heat from his body. “And you will. Or you’ll learn quickly what happens to those who refuse.” I wanted to run, to scream, to fight, but I was weak. Starving. Exhausted. My body and mind were frayed, and every act of defiance only reminded me how trapped I truly was.

“Since the contract is signed… we’re going to celebrate by giving our new princess the roughest, longest breeding session of the night.” They descended on me once more — twelve hard cocks ready to claim their newly official shared whore. As they tied my wrists again and positioned me for another round of relentless use, one final, burning question consumed my mind: Just how far would this new harem take my addiction? And how much deeper could I fall? To be continued…