Slave Husband Stories Novels & Stories

After he had lost his job, he slowly became a house husband while his wife became the breadwinner, and then he could see how irresponsible his wife had been towards their daughter, Tullah. Mrs. Naomi being the vicious kind of a person, took the opportunity to turn her husband into a slave but as nature may have it, Mr. Richard, who is more learned than his wife, got his ways of putting her back to her place through what turned out to be the hardest tasks in his life.

The words were like an electric shock that bolted me back to reality. “What did you just say?” I asked him again. “I do not like to repeat myself young lady. I'm very sure you heard me.” He answered rudely. “I want you to be my slave. You will do anything I say without complaints. I will have control over your body and all that you do with it. Of course it's not for free, I will pay you. Do you understand?” Bastard. Rich bastard. Ugh ..I began to feel hatred for this man. Who does he think he is to tell me such an abominable thing?

Her hands shook slightly as she tried to come to terms with it. "So," I added coldly, "no matter how many women you throw at him, it's all useless. Infidelity, infertility, and lying. What a wonderful son you have." Then, I gave a subtle signal to the bodyguards standing nearby, and they immediately went forward to grab Johnny and Lily. "I'm done talking. Now, please take your son and his mistress and get out of my house. I've had enough of tolerating you all these days!" "What? What do you mean by your house? Who are you to kick us out? Let go of me! I'm going to get to the bottom of this! Get your hands off of me!"

" appalled Tora said as she scolded Haya. Haya bowed to the words of the Torah; he was right in view of the fact that he was worried again the last evening when he was trapped by these men. What is he dating three men and one woman? Even if he knows how to protect himself he cannot deal with its resources. "Of course, you're right, I never believed that Tony would whine to his more experienced brother and even incorporate a partner. "Spoke Haya. "How about now, maybe those people will trap you again?" Tora stresses about him. "Gee, Asher said I should call him when I was kidnapped once again." said Haya excitedly. "Also, you would make Asher safe and legendary once again, wouldn't you? If I

I remembered the sheer, paralyzing shock I had felt when he calmly laid out the terms of our arrangement. “This isn't going to be the kind of marriage you're imagining,”he had told me, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. “There will be no grand romance. No equal partnership. The marriage is only a title... What this truly is... is a master and servant relationship. You will be my slave and I will be your only master.” The word slave had felt like a physical blow to my chest. It had conjured up every horrific rumor Susan had found,… the stories of the beautiful, powerful women who had entered his life only to vanish, deceased or missing, discarded like broken toys.

“You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get answers. You don’t get me.” The glow fades. But the damage is done. Both of us feel it. Something inside me shifted. Something real. Something dangerous. He rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t walk away like this,” he says. “Not when things are this complicated.” “Complicated?” I laugh dark, humorless. “You mean because your mistress is pregnant?” His face tightens. “This isn’t fair.” “Oh, no,” I say. “Fair would have been honest. Fair would have been telling me before the world found out. Fair would have been treating me like your wife.”

Damien called out, breaking the silence and oblivious to the tension between Kieran and I. “You got him really bad.” Viktor laughed. With a groan, Kieran finally turned away from me and headed for his horse. “Fuck off.” He cursed his brothers, making them laugh. The fact that they didn’t even bat an eyelash at the death of a slave was unnerving to me. It wasn’t unheard of for masters to kill who defiled them but this was the first time I experienced it. As they rode away. Matt yelled for us to begin work and so we did. Everyone worked as if they hadn’t just lost one of our own. A friend.

She continued to stare defiantly down her nose at me, but she didn’t pull out of my grip. “I’m not certain you understand the definition of a slave,” I muttered. She arched one brow. “You don’t seem to understand the definition of wife and mate, so maybe we’re even?” Surprised, delighted laughter bubbled in my chest, but I swallowed it down. Dear god, I thought fatalistically, I am going to have to find more like her. At least if we fail we'll enjoy the process of burning down the world. And if we don’t…

I simply began to wander around inside my mind, after all my work is manual and repetitive, so I don't really need to pay attention, not when I'm alone on this side and so far I haven't been argued with, asked to be quicker. People get excited about fates, mates... That's something that's not for me, I've known that since I can remember because I've always been told that... It's simple, a slave has no rights... If I happen to have a mate who is destined, then it's pure luck and 99% of the time the other person rejects the slave... The slave's life doesn't change... It only changes if the destined partner wants to keep him and even then he has to pay for it.

I heard one of the slaves say that Modan –where I was supposed to go to was a human town. "My Lily, what's the fuss about tonight? Hasn't our guest—Gothy got one of the girls to put out the fire from his loins for the night?" Madam's husband (the master) joins us. She called him hubby a while ago. I guess they call each other pretty names. "Hubby… didn't you know she was damaged before you bought her. She's pregnant! You know very well that we do not do damaged goods. And what pisses me off more is you got her for a hefty price."