Dom And Slave Novels & Stories

When we got to the room, all I wanted to do was lay down. 'You will obey me when I tell you something. You are my pet; I am your master. Do you understand me? ' I did not want to speak. I did not want to hear his words; to accept my fate. Sebastian was right. I was to be enslaved. "Yes Kilian, I understand..."

I dragged a hand down my face and started dressing trousers, shirt, the formal layers that made me look like a king again instead of a man who had just had a slave trembling on his tongue. Leo’s voice slammed into my skull the second I buttoned the first fastening. *Why are you running from our mate?* I clenched my jaw. “She’s not our mate.” *Are we still on this aren't you tired of denying it. stop lying to yourself.* “I will never accept a human slave as mate.” The words came out in a snarl inside my head. “Never.” Leo growled, low and furious. Images I didn’t want flickered anyway her back arched against the cold tile, the broken sounds she made when I sucked her clit, the way her thighs

“He needed to hear it from me. I knew that you wouldn’t say a word about it, but I knew that it was bothering you. I didn’t want to take it away from you. This feeling.” I stared up at him, my heartbeat trembling. “You went… for me?” I whispered. “For us,” Dominic corrected, thumb brushing my hip. “I don’t want you walking into our future thinking you were ever unwanted. I wanted you to know that you had your family too. And I wanted I wanted you to know that you are not a slave. You are free in your own right.” I felt the air leave my lungs. My father looked at Dominic, truly looked, and nodded once with the barest hint of respect. “He is a better man than I gave him credit for. I wondered

I nodded smiling even when I didn't want to. The men who would give the world if it was under thier grasp just to have thier sexual desires satisfied. The carnal men whose sense of reasoning is embodied in thier thighs. Men who wouldn't care about what they slept with, whom they had a one night stand with or whatever. Men like Domn. From his wild declarations and childish expressions, I was aware that there were women. Lots of women and his claim of giving me everything is a mere utterance some men find pleasure in to seduce gullible and desperate girls into thier den. I will not be Domn's sexual too. Not his slave or queen as he asserts. Somehow, something in me gave me the conviction that

“Since you don't want to do your job, I'll give you a new one. You'll be my personal slave now. My sex slave” I felt my world crumbling around me. The terror of what he was saying was overwhelming, and I couldn't breathe. I was a virgin. I had never ever been with anyone before, and now Dominique was going to turn me into his sex slave. My knees went weak, and I was crying uncontrollably. Pleading with him to stop, But he didn't listen, instead he was enjoying my fear.

But Dominic ripped the sheet away with a swift motion, his grasp firm and unyielding as he exposed her vulnerability. "You have no right to hide yourself from me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You know what you are to me now—my property, my possession, my slave." Valerie's tears fell like autumn rain as Dominic's fingers clutched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze that burned with contempt. "Slave," he spat, the word echoing through the room like a curse. "Just a slave for me, bound to obey my every command." His words cut deep, piercing her heart like a dagger and leaving her gasping for air.

whispered Laixa in my ear and giggled. Dominus and Domina made their way through the crowd and saluted Romulus first and then walked along the line starting with the Nubian. Domina’s hand reached out and when she grabbed his shaft she shrieked. “By Jupiter, I need both hands to reach around his shaft.” The people applauded while she and her husband went from sex slave to sex slave inspecting their bodies. They both touched and squeezed boobs and asses, nodding and cooing. When Domina went past Laixa and me she said, “Girls, are you pleased?”

Witnessing the woman's difficulty in control, he considered quickly. Being a dominant aka a master has the power to give orders as long as it does not violate the agreement they agreed upon at the beginning, and an agreement must be carefully thought out because the slave is prohibited from refusing if he does not want to be punished. What kind of punishment? They need to discuss it further. "Okay, if you ask me to be your Dom, are you sure you can consistently obey?"

Belladonna reasoned with Dominic. Dominic let out a low, dark chuckle, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Don’t spout any nonsense. Your words are so ridiculous. As long as you’re my wife, you’re mine. The price I paid for you was sky high, so I have every right to do whatever I want with you!” “But I’m not a fucking slave!” Belladonna screamed. Her patience had snapped, and a surge of raw emotion boiled in her chest. “Slave or not, it makes no difference to me!” Dominic countered harshly.

" Galene asked as tears gathered in her eyes. Master Damien smiled and held onto Galene's hands. "You are no longer a slave Galene and I no longer have any sex slave". "Get ready, in a fourth night, you would become my bride and together, we bought would receive our child and train him up in a good way". "I know I'm not a good man but I would try my best to train up my child in the best way I can" Master Damien assured. Galene's mouth dropped open in uttermost shock. What is the master blabbing about this morning?