Slave Leia Lingerie Novels & Stories

“Even if he won’t work with Tech Valley, any assistance he can get will be most helpful.” “Of course,” Leila replied. “Thanks. Enough about work.” She pointed at the lingerie piled on the couch. “Try the red.” As soon as Leila changed into it, Freya clapped. Her reaction elicited a laugh from Leila. The lingerie was more straps than material. Only a tiny triangle covered her nipples and crotch. The rest were held together by straps. “Look at that sexy body. I don’t get it,” Freya murmured, her lips pursing. “You’re hot, and your husband is not blind. He has to be gay.”

I wonder if the 20k per month is enough for him. A small smile drags out of my lips watching him, and I shake my head. I take a deep breath, and my eyes fall on the boxes in front of me. Heels, exactly her size. She’ll need a lot of them now that she’s a business woman. Then the model in the next box, showing off the silk leopard-skin lingerie we got. Hermione loves that stuff like hell. But my mind immediately goes wild. I imagine my teeth slowly dragging that lingerie off her smooth thighs…

Although every fiber of Lyla’s being resisted, her feet moved forward uncontrollably, inching closer to get a better view of what was happening inside the room. There, the moaning woman lay draped over the arm of the sofa in a seductive pose, her hips provocatively raised. She wore a skimpy bikini, with the lower half resembling a thong, exposing nearly all of her backside. This must be the woman the others had mentioned—Sienna Rivers.

I can tell the lingerie came from Cassian, the heels from Rune and the sexy harness from Malachi; they’re so darn easy to read. Luckily I know how to walk in heels because of Lily-Ann making me practise back home ‘just in case’, or I would have thrown the gift out. Giggling to myself when I notice the absence of underwear, I find that getting into the black soft leather harness is easy. The loops fasten around my upper thighs and over the swell of my breasts, there’s a thicker leather strip running down the middle of my back and down my sides as well. After slipping on the heels, I walk over to the floor-length mirror and my jaw hits the floor when I stare at my reflection. The sultry woman

There was a time during my grief that I would stare at the trees and sky for several hours, till I downed a whole bottle of liquor, and was totally wasted. Layla had changed from the midi gown, Rosa tucked her in, into a purple tank top and white pajamas shorts, with purple hibiscus design on it, that stopped at her mid thigh. I had to admit that she was sexy as hell. The dress was originally for Sarah, but it fitted Layla so well. My dick twitched at the thought of swatting her rump, or having to behold the creamy skin that swept me off my feet in the early hours of the morning more clearly, but I quickly brushed it off my mind.

She was curious about Colin Darling's reaction. Outside, Colin was drying his hair and sitting quietly at the table with a glass of cold water. Just then, he heard the bathroom door open. Colin instinctively turned his head and glanced over. He froze. Leah had her hair up in a bun, wearing cotton slippers as she walked out. Her small face was natural and untouched by makeup, yet still breathtaking. But most importantly, she was dressed in a black strappy nightgown, revealing a generous expanse of creamy skin. It was adorned with delicate lace at the cleavage, hinting at the fullness underneath.

Warning: R18 content ahead! “F*cking stop it, Taylor!” The person being grilled as a mistress in the entire nation’s social media is currently seated on her office chair, breathless. Leila’s face, flushed as she stared at Taylor’s fingers. Taylor slumped on the floor, his back leaning against Leila’s office table. He was holding Leila’s legs apart with a smirk on his face. “Don’t you like it when I play you?” Leila’s underwear was thrown on the floor while her black pencil skirt was scrunched up to her waist. Her white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her red lace brassiere.

He apologized. Not saying anything, Leo read through the content of the tablet. The caption read, “CELEBRITY FASHION STYLIST RUNNING A FINANCIAL RETIREMENT PLAN BETWEEN THE CEO OF ROBIN MOTORS AND SAN FRANCISCO FASHION STYLIST, ZAC LEWIS WITH HER SON, SINCLAIR."

Comfort weakens a leader. Then….My steps slowed. She sat alone near the far wall. Scrubbing the marble floor. Her head down, chains around her wrists. Bruises on her skin. Seraphina. Most slaves begged, cried, and broke. But she didn’t. My eyes narrowed, interesting. Don’t, Bane warned. I ignored him. If the elders wanted a Luna so badly…Why not choose the one wolf that would make them choke on their own demands? A fallen Luna. A slave. A symbol of disgrace. No noble blood, no politics, no control. Just perfect.

To put the newest plan into action, Eleonor dressed in a long silk dress and made sure to wear the most provocative lingerie that Lisette bought for her some time ago. It's a piece that has no fabric at all. It has just very thin straps at the top that cover the nipples with only a black, shiny ribbon bow. The panties also have no cloth, being made only of leather straps. It's something that even causes a certain arousal, as one of the straps rubs against her clit. She also has a dark make-up and black diamond jewelry that add a mysterious aura to her appearance.