Mato Seihei No Slave Novels & Stories

His next words annoyed me a lot and I was forced to slap his dick off my wet pussy. "The difference is clear, amoretto. Regina is my woman and you are my slave— nothing but a sex slave with a nice juice scent."

I respond. “This is not acceptable. I want you to be finished working by 8:30am, in the bath, and ready for me.” He snarls. “No! I’ll do dishes all night before sleeping with you!” He pushes me down on the bed and kisses me. I feel tingles all over my body. I can’t help but grab him and kiss him back. He shoves me away. “You are my slave ! You will do as you're told. You will stay down here until you're ready to accept me. I will not force myself on you. You are my mate.”

No, she will remain my slave! "Good evening maam!" Said yaya, "Where's our slave?" I asked her, "Still in the room. We didn't let him out. We obeyed all your commandments." His answer to me. They are just afraid if they disobeyed me hahaha, "Good. I'll visit her later, I'll talk her of what will happen to her tomorrow! Hahaha, for sure, she will be surprised. For now serve me and bring foods to my room too. I'm going to take a bath today to make my feeling fresh. I'll wait for you there, yaya!" I told her while I was away from hed and she also replied to me but I just ignored her.

I am not beautiful by any measure, and I certainly do not belong with an alpha. Caleb is rocking me back and forth gently still patting my hair, telling me everything is ok. I wipe my eyes and untangle myself from him. He does not resist when I move so that I am sitting next to him. I can not meet his eyes right now. I am so embarrassed that he seen me crying. “Alpha Caleb, I do not know if this is some joke or a prank, but I cannot be your mate. I am a slave; I have always been a slave. You are an Alpha; you deserve the best at your side not the worst. No one would respect an Alpha that has a slave as a mate.” I could feel my heart shattering as the words kept tumbling out of my mouth. My w

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

Technically, I'm their property, and both might fancy it if I used the correct terms. "Are you angry at me?" I take a deep breath and look down at my lap. Here goes nothing... "No, Master," I whisper. Even if my answer surprised him, I couldn't see it. I purposely look away to save myself the embarrassment. After a few minutes of complete silence, Octavius clears his throat and speaks louder. "Look at me," and I do so immediately. From now on, I'm going to be the perfect slave, or whatever they want me to be. Either way, I don't have much time left to enjoy life, so I can just be whatever they want me to be while I wait for my death. There's nothing out there for me. "Who the fuck did this t

Mateo gritted his teeth. "I don't also expect you to talk when I'm not done giving the Master's order" Axel glared at him, and he lowered his gaze immediately. "Let me hear the master's message" Mateo eyed me, and I exhaled deeply. "The master ordered that the slaves should be allowed to go back to their rooms immediately. It's almost dark, they should go back, and continue tomorrow" Axel snapped, and Mateo raised his gaze still looking very disappointed. A smile of victory escaped my lips, and I rushed off immediately. My body was still messy, and I needed to wash it off as soon as possible.

Just long enough to make it worse. “Not nothing,” he corrected softly. My breath caught. “You are something.” His eyes locked onto mine, and there was no warmth in them now. No curiosity. No flicker of that dangerous, confusing thing from before. Just control. “You’re mine,” he said. “You’re a debt that hasn’t been paid. That makes you mine.” My throat went dry. “You’re my slave, Matilda.” And just like that— It hit. Not loud. Not explosive. But deep.

My mind was still hazy with the orgasm and the aphrodisiac. "Our slave,"the first one declared "You will serve the Veyari. You will carry our young. You will learn to crave only our touch."