Mato Seihei No Slave Novels & Stories

He groaned and pumped into me so hard my spine pinched from being curled back and my breasts actually bobbed up and down. “—M-my Alpha,” I croaked, my breath shuddering as he pushed me closer and closer to my peak. ‘Tell me…’ “You’re my mate—Cazz, you’re everything—" ‘Tell me you belong to me! Tell me you’re my slave.’ “Yes!” I cried, gripping his shoulders for purchase because he was pounding me until my teeth clattered. “Your slave! I’m your slave!” “Queen and slave,” he rasped, driving into me.

“That’s the best you can come up with?” “No, I really am a slave. I work here.” Oh shit, my fated mate was a slave.

"She is still a slave no matter what it is she has done. My slave." "You realise how stupid it was for you to keep that in mind in a situation like this? And the goddess be merciful to our honour, you were going to tell those high elders she is a slave? Come on, Gizmo, did your brain cells go for a vacation, or did you choose to leave them in your bedroom while coming here?"

He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination. But a true Master, a Master such as Matt, was so invested in his sub that he was actually in a way a slave himself. He was a slave to his love for me. He was a slave to his responsibility. He was a slave to the passion and the commitment. He was a slave to his overwhelming desire to protect his property at all costs. He was a slave to his slave. I knew without questions that he loved me so much he'd literally lay down his life for me. He owned me, and his ownership owned him Jeff Erno

“She will be. She isn’t ungrateful, unlike the humans.” “You two are so much in love!” she said with a jealous pang. “We are… She is going to be my wife and she is my mate.” He crossed his hands across his chest. “Also stop asking foolish questions to me. No one in my kingdom questions their king and you are—” “A slave!” she completed his sentence brazenly. “I know, I know. You don’t have to remind me time and again.”

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

I step forward and announced my intense resolve. “I, Amante del Fuego of Irati Nardus Pack, proclaims my human mate named Allyssa as a prisoner of war. She, at all times, be confined in my room and prohibited from engaging in any sort of communication with the pack members. She will serve me, not as her mate, but MY sex slave until the end of time!”

Galene muttered shocking Master Robin. "If you have nothing else to say toe then I would take my leave," Galene said and turned around to walk away. "Stop Galene" Master Robin called in a hard tone and Galene paused but didn't turn around. "Since you prefer being a slave to having freedom and power then I'll grant your wish. "Henceforth, you will become Mariam's handmaid, you will be answerable to her whenever she needs you and any complain she brings to me about you, you will be severely punished" Master Robin stated.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

Could only sob, nodding as his words etched themselves across my skin. Then he began to move. Slow at first. Deep. Every retreat dragged slick heat from my walls. Every thrust pinned me in place, made my breath catch. His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap sharp and searing. "Say it!" he barked. "Who's fucking you right now?!" "It's Master," I cried, voice cracking. "It's Sebastian's cock!" "Who gave you permission to come?!" "Master... please - let me come... let me become nothing but a toy that comes for your cock..."