My Slave My Property Novels & Stories

"I don't need you to serve me. Go with Alpha Lennox and serve him diligently. I don't want to hear any complaints about you." "Serve him even if you have to die. He has paid fifty million dollars for you so you've become his property, his slave, and his plaything," the host said coldly and turned to the guard, who was staring at me impatiently. It was the stare that would be on the face of the predator to its prey. You're his property, his slave, and his plaything! My heart broke into pieces when I heard his disheartening statement. That was what I was avoiding. I didn't want to be anyone's slave or plaything. I only wanted to be independent of myself.

she demanded turning towards cat who stood up and moved towards the glass window to get a glass of water from the little table, she brought it and handed it over to her. "That makes us two, because I'm here trying to fulfil my old man's wish, he believes only a man that has succeed in raising a family is meant to rule his empire" ...."so you are just a BILLIONAIRE SLAVE" I'm using to get my destiny" he said as he gave a broader smile. "Monster!" Amelie shouted and poured the water cat gave her on Jason, he was schooled in shock, he stood still for some seconds and turned to release a heavy slap on her face

It was yet more evidence of how deeply pathetic she was. “You have sixteen residential properties, some of which are also estates. You also own three private islands, as well as a modest collection of atolls. That’s at last count. You do always seem to acquire more, don’t you?” Andrey leaned back against the wide desk that stretched across the center of the room as if it were a throne he expected to be worshipped upon and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him."

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

“The servants will talk and I don’t want a repeat of what happened in my pack.” “Do you expect me to come to the floor and sleep with you in the servants room?” He asked me and my eyes widened at that. “You’re my slave Ashley. I’ll fuck you when I want to and there is no changing that. I didn’t buy you just to do you a favor or whatever lousy thought you have stuck in that kind of yours. You’re mine. My property. Since you will not be a servant I will keep you in that room and fuck you every-time I want to!”

After all, I want him to grant my death wish so I don't have to grant it to myself. I’ve ruined a good moment. I don’t know why I care. I’m still just his slave. I will never be anything more and I shouldn’t act like I will. He’s right I keep letting my privileged life as a princess cloud my judgement as a slave. I have to remember even if we are talking normally like we were, I’m his slave and I shouldn’t get carried away wtih my words. Slaves should have short answers so they don’t waste their masters time. I look down at my fidgeting hands.

The table is silent as we eat, my Master doesn't want to talk either, so the only sounds are the forks tapping against the plate, hardly even the breathing of the other occupants of the table. Is this my Master's way of saying that I'm no longer a slave? What is my new status in this society? The only thing I know is that this is my farewell, that I will probably never see my Master again, or if I do, it will be on rare occasions. It makes me sad to know that this is our end, after all, he was my first mate and I can't deny that he taught me many things, even with his faults... Well, not faults, just the certainty of who he is and who I am.

I asked him and he shrugged "You don't think I can refuse that. It's an exchange. I mean, that is the reason why she became a slave in the first place." "A slave is like a property," I said, the heat rising in my chest. "You don't have to sell it if you don't want to and especially if the buyer is questionable too." "It's no big deal for me actually," he smiled lightly, his eyes mocking me. "I'm getting my money, and it is good money, so?" "Please don't let him do this I beg of you," I said earnestly. "And why shouldn't I?" He raised a brow.

He stepped forward, fingers tracing the bend of my elbow before gripping it firmly, steadying me just as I was about to collapse. “Because you are my property now,” he said, voice low and cruel. “And I can use you however I wish.” I gasped, more from his words than his touch. “You can’t even stand without me,” he muttered with a huff of breath, like I was nothing more than a nuisance. Fury surged in me. I shoved at his chest, even though it barely moved him. “Why did you save me then?” I shouted, my voice cracking. “To remind me every moment that I’m yours? That I’m your *property*? Your slave? Your mistress?”