I Raised An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

'''' He got up from bed and I was still processing what he said. '''And don't flatter yourself. you are just my wife and that's only a tag for everyone else. For me you are not more than a maid for me. And Don't you think so low of me. I would hire some hookers my satisfaction. Sleeping with you would be the last thing I want. So Stop thinking so high for you.''''

the servant replied oddly, making me wonder if word hadn't gone round that I had assumed the position of Alpha. "Who dares to summon me?" I asked, feeling a surge of anger at the servant's impertinence. The servant, finally bowing to pressure, took a step back. "I'm sorry, I followed strictly the orders of the Beta and.... " " Beta? What Beta?" I whispered to myself, delving deep in thought. Raven however was impatient with the servant as she rushed towards him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "You dare to interrupt the Alpha from a very sensitive ritual?"

"I am just making an observation, Kael. A girl does not look like that unless someone is making her feel very special." "She is just a servant," I said coldly. "If she has a suitor, he is some pathetic, low-level district boy." "Maybe. But whoever he is, he certainly has her distracted." "I do not care who she sneaks around with." "Your jaw says otherwise." I unclenched my teeth. I forced myself to convince my own mind that this visceral anger was merely disgust at the idea of a servant sneaking around my territory. It was a discipline issue. It was a household problem.

"This isn’t yours, so why can't I take a look at it?" "You dare talk back?" The servant widened his eyes and rolled his sleeves, "I told you to put down the inscription. My young master wants to see it! Are you deaf? Where did this country bumpkin come from?! You dare to enter the Oceans Chamber of Commerce? Do you think you can afford anything!" Caspian's face darkened. "What does that have to do with you? Why are you acting as if you can speak like an adult?" Although the servant was not old, he looked like a gentleman. However, when Caspian scolded him, his eyes swiftly turned bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. It was as if he wanted to swallow Caspian whole.

Alli could practically feel the woman's resentment radiat-ing acrossthe room like a furnace. Alli tried to focus, tried to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of her work—wiping down the sticky bar with a damp rag, stacking glasses with a practiced hand, the clinking sound a fragile shield against the tension that !lled the air, checking the register to make sure the numbers lined up, a futile attempt to impose order on thechaos churning inside her. But her body betrayed her, every nerve ending on high alert, remembering how he'd touched her the night

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Alpha Alaric will soon notice me and get rid of you when he is tired of you.” I scoffed crossing my arm across my chest. “Do you think so, can he fuck you like his little slave, I bet he won't even get hard seeing you like this,” I lean in whispering. “Do you know what he whispered into my ear every night? You are the only one that can make me go crazy and harden my bride,” I rolled my eyes ready to leave. “Grabbed her,” the servant jumped into the bathtub, grabbing my arm, dragging me back to the bathtub.

Tessa knew that she had to find a way to confront her own insecurities and the looming presence of the new servant girl. I emerged from the imposing fortress. Servants scurried about, tending to the gardens, cleaning, and attending to various chores. Soldiers, trained vigorously under the relentless sun, their sweat-soaked bodies glistening as they displayed their skills. As I strolled through the courtyard, my thoughts were consumed by a singular vision—Fiona. Her beauty had struck me like a thunderbolt, a rare thing that had left me captivated. Though she was just a servant, her image had taken residence in my mind, a relentless obsession for her.

He’ll come around. Spoiler: he didn’t. “Move faster, Elysia. You’re slowing everyone down.” I gritted my teeth and scrubbed harder at the stone floor, my knees aching from kneeling for the past two hours. My hands were raw, the skin cracked and bleeding in places, but I didn’t stop. If I stopped, someone would notice. And if someone noticed, they’d find another reason to call me useless. “She’s always slow,” another servant muttered. “Scentless and lazy. What did we expect?”

Ragnar stares at me with such intensity that made me want to grab a hacksaw, tear the ground open and jump inside. "Allow me to explain it to you." He steps closer. I feel rooted to the ground, aware that he is now closer than I would have liked. He takes my bruised hand, clicking his tongue in mild annoyance as he assesses the level of injury. "You are now bound to me in a master-servant relationship. You can't disobey direct orders from me. Your limbs and veins will fight you, and if you force it," his eyes meet mine, golden and devoid of emotion, "your blood would slowly flow backward, giving you a very long and interesting death."