Novel & Cerita Dom Slave

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

"Last night, Elias Thorne arrived as a visitor in my estate. While he was being entertained in my personal chambers, an assassin walked in and shot his weapon. I would have been hit if not for the male slave who jumped and took the bullet. We have assembled this morning to decide his fate." "He should be compensated, in a show of gratitude, my lord," suggested Maureen, the only female advisor on my council. "We don't show gratitude to slaves, Maureen," Damon countered, with a slight chuckle. "They are here to serve us and our purposes. What the slave did last night was part of his servitude to Lord Kael." "That's because you don't have children yet, Damon King," Maureen bit back. "What does

He paced slowly, voice even, almost instructive. "In our ranks, slaves are categorized by function. The highest is the personal servant, then administrative property, and below that—the blood cattle. At the bottom are the field slaves, the old and the broken, serving until their last breath. The longest any of them last is about a year... though that’s mostly because they’re ‘serving’ the overseers in other ways." His gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp with implication. "In bed, if you’re curious." Caelum pushed himself up on his elbows despite the flare of pain that shot through his ribs. His voice was quiet but steady.

"We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—" "I don’t think anything," I cut in quietly, but firmly, my hands still picking up the remnants of the shattered meal. "I know what I am." The smaller woman laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. "What you are is a problem. You’re nothing but trouble. Master may have dragged you in, but don't think for a second that means you're special. We’ve seen many girls come and go—none lasted long." “I am not a slave.” My heart clenched, but I didn’t utter a word and kept my focus on the mess in front of me. The words stung, but I couldn’t afford to react.

She sighed and felt a little bit hurt but still slept off quite after. The next day, the guards brought the alpha red-haired slave, people whispered awful things about her as they took her to the pack house, she was an abomination for having red hair. When she finally got to the pack house she released the breath that was was holding. Today was the day that she would resume her duties as the slave to the alpha. She had been marked already, like a curse that would make her never leave the pack.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him."

Barbie breathed out all the breath she didn't know she held in all while glancing at Jasira whose eyes were still fixed on the door. She grabbed her arm before she dragged her to the changing room seeing that the coast was clear, she turned to her. "What did he say to you?" Jasira exhaled and fisted her ginger hair in her palm, her heart shrinking thinking about the condition between both of them. "He wanted me to be his sex slave." She answered barely above a whisper, she avoided making eye contact with Barbie and played with the hem of her clothes. Shame eating deep into her gut. "Are you serious?" Barbie half yelled and Jasira sighed glancing to look at her. Barbie's eyes were shot out an

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

His fingers cupped and kneaded them as if he wanted them in and out of shape. I beat his hand off and his hands burned as hell. “You're in my mansion now”he stuck out his tongue and graced my lower lip. I thought of kicking him in the groin and to break free but the possibility of my survival after that restrained me. “You are mine” “I'm not yours”I shot back “You are my little pet,”he continued. “You are my sex slave from henceforth you shall call me master,my love or lord”.He emphasized and bit my chin hard.