Love Slave Novels & Stories

He thrust into me in one smooth motion, burying himself with a groan. My whole body trembled as I let out a scream. The sensation was overwhelming. I was so stretched out and the vibrator intensified the feeling. Wesley hand gripped my hip hard. "Look at you," he growled, his pace quickening. "Falling apart on my cock. You love this, don't you? “You love being a slut for me.” “Yes! I do…" I nodded frantically, the dirty words doing something to me. "Tell me." He drove into me harder, the vibrator pressing deeper against my clit.

he said coldly. Right. I am not a mate to him. I am his slave. Unlike other mate partners, they have a choice whether to give in to the effects of their mate bond and let each other treasure the pleasurable experience. But to someone like me who is treated and acknowledged as a slave, whether it is because of the mate bond or not, I do not have the right to say no to him. I gulped. Slowly, my hands reach for the strap of my dress. I gently remove them and let them fall in the sides of my arms.

He shoves me back forcefully until my head hits the ground—hard. "Ban damu da suka kai, karuwa," he begins to circle me like a predator. "Sata daga gare nio shi ne wata babbar kuskure!" (I do not care who you are, slut. Stealing from me was a very big mistake!)

The black hair fell to her waist, the white skin dyed red, her luscious breasts, and the nervous eyes looking at him. And when Agatha slowly spread her legs, Brett saw the juice dripping on her pussy. ‘She’s getting wet,’ Brett thought. Agatha’s face was filled with embarrassment, but her body reacted to Brett’s words. For the first time, Brett was happy that he bought Agatha as his slave, and she should obey everything he says. “That’s right, Agatha. Your appearance right now is very sexy,” saying this, Brett pulled down his shorts and grabbed his c*ck.

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

But what can she do? She was what they call the potential curse breaker. The curse being Hades to lose his immortality and die together with this place unless he finds a mortal who will love him and he will love in return. However, it is impossible to break. If Hades does happen to love her, she will die. Her freedom from him is the only thing she wants and she will do anything. Including being his slave and she will convince her that she is not the one he is looking for. The door opened and Henrietta stood there. Her expression was unreadable and she couldn't help but wonder if Henrietta knew what she is about to do. If she knew or not, she did not show it. Henrietta remained silent as she

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

I willed myself to stay strong and locked my eyes with his while I forced myself to feel the emotions of lust and desire in hopes that was what he’d ultimately see. As he drew nearer, my body involuntarily, and very visibly, shuddered with revulsion. Fortunately, he interpreted my actions as lustful anticipation. He ravaged my body in ways that I found shocking, repulsive, and mildly painful, but I didn’t let on. Sex was the only tool I knew worked with Joshua. I wasn’t armed well enough with the wisdom of what these wonderful skills I possessed as a Lyron were, let alone know how to use them. I had to use what I knew to be tried and true. It wasn’t just me who I was working on gettin

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My hot, wet body eager and ready for him to take. When he finally slid into me, I was again aware of how full he made me feel and how good it felt. For a race that had slaves unable to think straight and easily deny them their sexual desires I was starting to understand they were incredible lovers. Maybe this whole slave thing wasn't as bad as I'd initially thought? I didn't know for sure, but I did know I was enjoying every moment of being bedded, my hands running over smooth toned skin and exploring him as much as he explored me.