Bounded By Contract, Addicted To My Servant Novels & Stories

That made him dangerous. And Adonai? He was reckless, sarcastic, always playing deadly games. I never imagined he’d be the more rigid one right now. “Maybe you’re right,” Adonis said slowly, “but why should we believe a word you’ve said?” “Because I’m in a contract marriage with Dominus,” I said, lifting my chin. “Because I’m bound by powers I can’t control. And tomorrow at sunset, the blood-binding ritual is scheduled. Tonight, I plan to run.”

It was the fact that he wasn't looking at her like a stranger. He was looking at her like he had been waiting. "You're awake," he said. His voice was low and careful, almost...quiet. Nothing like what she expected from a man they called The Beast. But then again, the most dangerous things usually weren't loud. Hazel lifted her chin, meeting his gaze directly even though everything in her screamed to look away. "I want out of this contract." Not a flicker. Not even a blink. "That," he said slowly, "is not an option."

“ You’re my servant and I’am your king. Whoever wants to get you away from me will be punish. “ Saying it with pure authority, my body stiffens. I wanted to say something and make him move away but I can’t utter a word to say. Like last time, whenever his presence is near, my throat is like being twisted that I can’t even dare to talk and defend myself. My body is also the same. My own body betrayed my mind. “ I’m the sin of greed, and I’am your master… “ He added then slowly, he moved his head near my neck and after a second, I felt the bang of pain occupied my body.

Because he had an extra layer of assurance – a Soul Contract. A Soul Contract was a document born from the willingness of two souls – one to serve; the other to Lord. A Soul Contract was no trifling matter. The Lord of the Contract could track the movement of the Servant and also feel their every emotions. The Lord couldn’t be lied to, deceived or betrayed. And the life of the Servant was within the hands of the Lord! That meant the Servant could lose his or her life at any second if the Lord was displeased with him or her. Of course, there weren’t only disadvantages for the Servant. Apart from the contract being a display of their loyalty, it also allowed the Servant to grow at their Lord’s

I decided I had no choice but read this damn contract. 1. The Submissive ________________ hereby belongs to Rider D'Klavarik (Dominant). 2. The submissive shall entertain and serve the Dominant has he sees fit within the terms of the contract. Failure to do so will be breach of contract. 3. The Submissive understands by signing they agree to the terms and conditions of the following contract. Article 4. Hard and Soft limits 4a. Hard limits are explained as acts the submissive or Dominant refuse to do entirely. As such all limits will be off limits and shall not be crossed by either the Submissive or Dominant. _____intial ______initial

I yelled, my voice filled with a mixture of defiance and hidden pain. But surprisingly, he threw his head back and laughed. It was such a cold, emotionless laugh that made my blood freeze in my veins, "Oh, it's just a title," he sneered, his words piercing through me like ice. "Didn't you read the contract or were you kept in the dark by Daniel Harlow? The marriage is a 50-50 deal... Pull your family out of shame and seize control of the company," he smirked, his grip tightening as he forcefully dragged my hand towards the bed, intent on chaining it.

The intensity and rawness in his eyes were overwhelming, entrapping me, rendering me unable to avert my gaze. “You may believe that you hold the advantage now, but let me remind you that I am the one who possesses the contract, and you are merely in my employ. I can dispose of you at my whim, should I desire. It would be in your best interest to maintain your utmost obedience and refrain from provoking my anger.” Naturally, I responded swiftly, hoping to mend his wounded pride. “You are the king, and I am but your humble servant. I dare not defy your commands. You may do with me as you please.”

That made no sense at all. I cleared my throat. "Why..are you getting angry? I'm just your slave. And not your lover. You are my master. I am your slave. That's what we are." I pointed it out to him. "And I can't recall any part of the contract that said I shouldn't be with who I want to be with." When I said that,he seemed to be a bit watered. His countenance fell and seemed to have recoiled back to his shell.

It would all be my fault if anything were to happen to him. “They don’t let out a word without pain. So, yes, some pain is required.” “Don’t hurt him. He came to my rescue despite knowing I was inside a witch’s hut, which already says a lot." I moved my wrists again to loosen the shackles. It was impossible to get out of them on my own. My skin was burning by rubbing against the harsh metal. “Unshackle me,” I cried. Madame Long’s mouth lifted in the meanest smirk. “Have we started to love someone bound to us by an ancient contract? Remember, he is a servant to your needs. It would be a mistake to make him the master of your heart.”

Go home before it's too late. I had been initially repulsed by Ethan's offer of a contract marriage but the persistent calls and emails from the bank had worn me out. I rubbed my temples, trying to stave off the headache threatening to take hold. I had exactly twenty-four hours before the bank took action against me. The weight of that deadline pushed me to this point. As I stared at the glossy coffee table in front of me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was sacrificing my happiness for duty. This wasn’t just about me anymore; it was about saving my family’s legacy but deep down, I knew that signing this contract would change everything.