Love Slave Novels & Stories

My pussy made wet squelching sounds as I got even wetter for him. “Ace…it feels so good…” I admitted weakly. Ace fingered my pussy hole harder as his fingers plunged repeatedly against the pleasure spot deep inside of my love hole. His thick and long fingers moving inside of me felt amazingly pleasurable and all I could do was cry out as pleasure robbed my brain of the ability to think. My hips moved wildly, thrusting up and down from the bed as I offered myself to him freely.

Every stroke a claim deeper than skin. "Look at me." She did, tears spilling over. "You do not get to love me like a boyfriend, pet." I kept my rhythm steady, relentless. "You love me like a slave loves her owner. Like a whore loves the cock that ruins her. Say it." "I love you like a slave loves her owner," she gasped, hips rising to meet me. "Like a whore loves the cock that ruins her. I love you, Master. Please." I released her wrists only to cup her face, thumbs wiping tears as I fucked her harder.

I had fallen into a daze but the faint sound of him mimicking how I sounded over the phone when i had lost all composure, resonated in the air of the room. "it was just adrialina rush and that's all. she's just a sex slave Man. and don't even try to say more. I've told you, we're not a thing, and I'm gonna die single than ever falling in love with a woman. they're not worth it. They're cruel. they're only and will always

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

I bit right into my bottom lip, tasting my own blood. He pulled my head up more, bringing it closer to his face. “That’s me staking my claim over your body, your mind, and your fucking soul.” I kept my eyes closed as he continued to move in and out of me with hard thrusts, pushing as deep as my body would take him. “That means you belong to me, little pet. As a woman, as a lover, as a pet…as a goddamn slave. You. Belong. To. Me.”

I show my anger by waving my arms and clenching my fists. "You're a smart girl." She nodded. "Do you want to know why there is this rule?" She asked me. "I'd like to know if I could." I wanted to get as much of the truth as I could. "If a human girl falls in love with a man, then she won't let anyone else enter their pussy. Slaves don't need feelings, much less be in love with anyone." "Your pussy doesn't belong to you and you can't deny your Alpha to enter you whenever he wants to. If a slave does fall in love with her Master then I will punish her."

He might be incomplete but for Sandra she could see all her happiness in him. He was caring and loving. He would bear all her stupidness and never put blame on her for anything. This is what a woman wants. A woman can fell in love with a slave. She can choose a slave over a king if she is truly in love. You can not create boundaries in love. You can not create rules in love. Love makes it's own rule. And the first rule of love is... there are no rules. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

I want to see my parents again. Even though they’re the ones who sold me into this nightmare, even though they betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable… I still love them. Is that weakness? Maybe. But even a slave has the right to love. Even a broken heart still remembers home.

Jessica had always been smart; she had seen the name Tessy gave the design—Hopeful Love. She quickly adds one plus one together in her head and knew it was the story between Eric and Tessera. She already has the story at the back of her hand. Then she began. “Hopeful Love,” she said clearly, turning to face everyone, “is about a pure love between a boy and a girl.” The room went quiet. “The girl saved the boy’s life when they were young. The boy promised to come back for her when he grows up.” She paused slightly, then continued with a soft smile.“And in the end… he kept his promise. He came back for her.”

Elara They say love conquers all. However, love destroyed everything for me. My name is Elara Vale, and I am a slave in my father's household– not because he was weak, but because he loved too deeply. Would you like to know how I became a slave in the home where I once was a daughter? It began 10 years ago. ★Ten years ago ★ My father, Vincent Vale, came back from the pack war victorious. Blooded. Tired. Unbroken.