Novel & Cerita Pampered By All

“Perfect, in every way.” Lucas leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “We’re so proud of you, Alissia. Our good girl,” he whispers, his tone gentle, comforting. Demitri strokes my hair, his touch soothing, his words like a balm. “You gave us everything, love. You trusted us, and you were perfect. You don’t have to hold back anymore.” I relax completely, letting the comfort of their praise wash over me, feeling safe, cherished, and seen. I close my eyes, drifting in their embrace, knowing I’ve given them everything and received so much in return.

I gave a small smile, "Thank you. But you can't refer to me as a princess anymore, I relinquished my title the moment I was collared." Pam waved it off, "That's not true my princess. Once a princess is always a princess. You can never be like us lowborns. You will always be royalty; the way you walk, the way you stand and even the way you talk. It's all royalty, my princess." Before I could give my thanks to Pam's kind words, the door opened and the other two slaves—Gerta and Urla, entered into the room with six plates of food and then they set it before everyone.

I pretended to complain. "You too, Allison. See those guys?" Damien took two glasses of red wine from the waiter's tray and bent over to hand me one, indicating the direction of his other glass of red wine. On the seats over there, a few young men blushed after I looked over. "Allison, they are captivated by you." Damien was delighted. "If there were an award for the most beautiful companion at this charity gala, they would all cast their votes for you." I shielded my somewhat flushed face with my wine glass.

He spares no expense to put me on a pedestal so that his tough-as-nails dinner guest will buckle under pressure from my charm and agree to sign the deal. He has also arranged for me to prepare with a twelve-hundred-dollar full-body and facial pampering at the city’s most exclusive address. Hot spa, full body massage, manicure, pedicure, special oils to add lustre to my already smooth light-brown Latina skin, film-star makeup, hairstyling, and a twenty-millilitre gift of exclusive body perfume the salon staff swear will drive a man wild and stay scented in my skin for at least three showers.

Elena stood in the middle of their luxurious living room, still wearing nothing but her ruined lace panties, her body a map of another man’s desire. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating every dark hickey, every bite mark, every faint bruise left by Damien Vale’s powerful hands. She felt raw, sore, and strangely empowered.

"I'm sure there will be no arguments after this. Things have improved." "Take good care of yourself, Amanda. Come home occasionally, and I'll cook your favorite meal." Pamela's demeanor became so warm—like when her fortune had not disappeared, now that the burden of her thoughts had gone away because of Oriaga. She could enjoy tea while reading a magazine without worrying about debt collectors visiting her house.

I stepped into my lavish apartment, the click of my dress shoes echoing off the marble floors. It had been another grueling workout at the gym, but the ache in my muscles was a welcome sensation. As I closed the door behind me, I was greeted by the sight of my harem, all ten of them, standing at attention. Their eyes, filled with adoration and desire, followed my every move. "Welcome home, Master," they chorused, their voices a symphony of devotion.

' thought king Damien angry . " Fine ! By the way , there are some delicious small pastries filled with caramel cream on the table inside . If you want , you can get some . " said king Damien with a devilish smirk . " Sure ! " said Charlotte with a smile . ' Handsome boys with abs and delicious caramel cream pastries........Perfect combination .' thought Charlotte and got up from her seat then went inside to take the pastries that king Damien was talking about . When Charlotte got up , king Damien took his mask off and unbuttoned his shirt a little .

she reasoned with him. "Love, four maidservants are assigned solely to attend to you meaning they don't have any other work besides aiding you." he hugged her from the back. "But I don't like the idea that they are going to bath me and dress me." she said "What's wrong with that, you are the wife of a prince. You are my princess of course you should be pampered." he said as he leaned his chin on her shoulder. "Please Amaro, don't let them bathe and dress me. I feel awkward about it." she pleaded.

And like every other night shift she has, the other girls who was with were already gone, and it was only her left. "You are such a good leader," I told her since I couldn't help it. She really is being so nice. I hate how nice she is. I hate how she's so perfect. It makes me think of how much effort I had to make to be as perfect as her to be worthy of her attention. Amelia was someone whom you can’t just be easily friends with, it’s like she’s a VIP in a bunch of normal people. Of course she doesn’t act like one, but her aura is just different, like the type of aura every person who came from old money has. I mean I know I also came from old money, but I just can’t see myself worthy of her