Gay Master And Slave Novels & Stories

He was still hard within her so she knew he would not be stopping anytime soon. "M-more! P-please. More!!!" Her shameless begging didn't escape Young Master Paul's hearing. He laughed before setting her up on all fours and piercing her like that.

A SEX SLAVE FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND 1. My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that's it. He didn't follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally...but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. The master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

The sound of each smack sends waves of pleasure through me. Smack Smack My breath becomes heavier and my moans grow louder with each strike. I just love it, and I’m so damn aroused that my bud is pulsing. All I desire now is to have his slender fingers rubbing my wetness. “Get up.” He orders, pulling down my skirt. “But I want you to rub me, Alexander.” I plead, and he looks at me with a smirk on his face. “Bad girls don’t get the pleasure, the only thing they get is the lesson.” He grasps my hair and yanks it before whispering in my ear in a pure domineering tone, “When I’m punishing you, you’ll call me Master.”

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

That's really bad of him,how can he do that to you" Chloe said and then the landline phone in the room started ringing "I'll get that" Chloe said and picked the call . "Yea room 3 on the line 6GPO" . "Darcie Kuers room 3 6GPO is needed at the young master room with two glass of orange juice" Chloe hang up and looked at Darcie who was laying down helpless "What is it?? Darcie asked "The young master want you to bring two glass of orange juice" Chloe replied "Was he the one who call you now?

He pushed me out of the door and began leading me to the gigantic mansion. Once we had gotten in, my eyes landed on a pretty lady who was seated comfortably on a leather chair. She had a cigarette stick stuck between her lips. “Is that her?” she asked, puffing out smoke from her lips. “Yes Madam” “Nice. Look pretty girl, it's nothing personal. Your parents failed to pay up the money they owned. So, you're going to help them by getting sold as a sex slave. Okay. But… quick question, are you a virgin?” she rasped endlessly.

his green gaze glinted with sharp intent, “you were the brains behind your ex-husband.” My stomach twisted. A Luna and a slave. A Luna until his fated mate walked through the doors. I scoffed, bitter to the bone. And like he read my thoughts, his expression darkened. “Don’t worry about my fated mate. She already rejected me.” The venom in his voice made my chest clench, but I forced my face blank. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of pity. “So,” I asked coldly, “a Luna and a slave. How exactly does that work?”

He pushes me down flat, spreading my legs with one rough knee. “You thought riding me in the bathtub made you bold,” he growls, ripping my panties the rest of the way off. “You thought bouncing on Daddy’s cock meant you were in charge.” I whimper as his hand smacks my pussy, sharp and hot. The sound echoes through the room. “Who’s in charge, Saesha?” “You,” I gasp. Another smack. Harder. “Say it properly.” “You, Daddy!” “Good girl.”

she said, smiling widely. She glared at us one last time before bringing out a long piece of paper she had hidden in her bag. “Some of you might stop being slaves starting from today, but first, you have to pass a test,” she said, her eyes darting back and forth as she scanned our faces. The whole slaves went mad with frenzy as everyone began to murmur and mumble incoherently. “Silence!” The maid roared, her eyes blazing like a burning furnace. “I'm Crystal and I'm your boss,” she said, her voice harsh and cold.

Desire overwhelmed me as I pressed my thighs together, my hips driving into the air and my cock bursting with transparent sticky goo. “Fuck” the Master screamed, his eyes so dark and his teerh clenched as he locked eyes on the screen, increasing his brutal pace in the hole that began slamming back. My neck twitched, cold running down my spine as I fought the feeling. It was like he was looking at me, like he was there and to my horror his teeth barred in a smile. I bit down on my bottom lip, a strangled whimper coming from my throat. What was happening to me? I wasn't gay!