Couples Foot Slave Novels & Stories

The couples went to the dancefloor, Maddox and Pidge, too. He turned his face towards his wife and he moved his left foot backwards in a smooth motion, sliding across the slick floor. She slid her right foot forward, chasing the retreating foot with his, like a fox on the hunt. Dipping forward and looking into her eyes his fingers tightened on her ribs as his left foot came forward, again, surprising her foot and chasing it back.

Alfred and Lisa, we're meant to be from the onset. But if there was one thing, Daniel so much believed was that “**Nothing can ever stand in between two people who love each other** THE END That's the end of The Billionaire’s Sex Slave. There is Book 2 titled “The Bella’s”. It's all about the quadruplets but I won't be posting it yet because I'm still trying to compose the book. So guys watch out for my next story title “CINDERELLA AND HER BEAUTIFUL OCTUPLETS” please do well to support me in my next story. You can click on the follow button so you'll be notified when the story is out.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

“Become my mate, let me imprint on you, Elisse, and I will grant you the desire to make your husband regret setting someone like you aside.” “Be your mate? I am mated with Harold, are you idiot?” I echoed, my mind racing. This was insane. I was still married to Harold, still tied to the pack, and yet here I was, on a table with the Beta, caught in a whirlwind of passion and temptation.

I had it up to my neck, I wouldn't stand here and let him blame me for what happened between me, Troy and Olivia. “Hm, finally found your voice?...”, he said, he walked towards me and I got scared, I slowly moved back, he stopped in his tracks and smiled mischievously, licking his lips. “Your friend sold you to that slave auction house for 5 million dollars, she's probably somewhere enjoying herself and your stupid self is here--”. “I told you I'm not stupid! Stop calling me that!”, I argued back. “Well face it cupcake! You are naive!”, He said.

When they finally threw me into a dim stone chamber—the slave quarters—I barely caught myself on the wall. I was shaking. Bruised. Terrified. And worst of all… Claimed. His. The door slammed shut behind me. But I wasn’t alone. A low laugh came from the shadows. I turned and pain smacked across my face. A slap. A girl stood there, taller than me, her smile sharp as glass. Another female appeared beside her, grinning. “Looks like we’ve got a new pet,” the first one sneered. “A Moonstone bitch... serving the King himself. Must be nice to whore your way into favor.”

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

Before they left, they warned Adam with a thumb slashing on neck. As an answer, Adam sent them a middle finger. ‘They look like high school students who love to fight. Geez.’ Of course, knowing how Adam’s business works, I have no doubts that this is a serious and life-threatening case. ‘I survived again.’ "You can't go back and get your shoes," Adam, who's still breathing so hard, said. That was him, saying that I had to walk barefoot on the way to the condominium. I looked back at my feet and wondered how to walk with only one shoe.

Master's left thumb continued its slow Mission while he removed his right fingers from my hungry mouth. With his wet fingers, he traced them down my body, slowly. He started from my neck and trailed down to my breast. Master pinched my nipples just at the same time he slipped his fingers into my pleasure hole. “Master!” I screamed, undoubtedly waking up the entire people in the kingdom. “That's it, whore. Scream out to the world, and tell them who's making your toes curl, and your cunt wet.” He slapped my pleasure bud with his right palm. “Master!”

“You heard me, clean my feet with your tongue. Worship my feet. You’re going to be my slave for these two days, and this is only the beginning of it. If you can’t do this simple task, then I might as well go.” I took a deep breath and hesitantly began to lick the top of his feet. There wasn’t that much of a taste to them, but they smelled like sweat. My stomach began to churn as I hesitantly moved my tongue down to his toes, gently placing the tip of my tongue on his toes hoping this would satisfy his command. Then he shoved the toes into my mouth in a reaction to my meekness. Realizing there would be no courtesy in my husband, I began to work my tongue in and around his toes sucking on them