Slave Leia Lingerie Novels & Stories

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 picked my phone from the sink and opened my chat with Lewis. I decided to change his contact name from "Boss" to "Babe" with a heart emoji. I proceeded to type what I would need throughout my period. I looked at the message before clicking send. "Hey babe, these are what I need."👇🏻 -Sanitary pads (for heavy flow) -tampons -panty liners -disposable panties 😑 -menstrual pain relief patches -******* painkillers And lastly, a hot water bottle. "You can help me pick any snack for my cravings, as long as they have chocolate in them. "

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

Bela THE PENTHOUSE was a prison made of glass and polished marble, but the guest bedroom’s walk-in closet was the one place where the air felt still. I spent the late afternoon organizing the clothes Sebastian had provided—stiff silk blouses, tailored trousers, and soft cashmere knits.

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.

The full skirt has layers of tulle that fall gracefully to the floor, creating a romantic and elegant silhouette. Someone zipped the back up and tied the small crystal embellished bow at the top. I gulped in fear because I look beautiful just as Levi mentioned. This is not me, this is not the Grace I know, That Grace had no right to look like this, to feel like a girl, to smile, to admire her own beauty. Yet I’m scared, because Levi will become the beast I have so far only imagined. And I’m scared because if things go wrong, so many people will die because of me.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

she added, glancing back with a smolder that made his knees weak, "I need you to take it back off me." Leo unzipped the bag. Inside was a gown of liquid silver, a slip of fabric that looked more like mercury than silk. He helped her out of the crimson robe, his breath catching as it pooled at her feet. She stood before him in only a pair of delicate lace underwear, her back proud and naked, the sharp lines of his haircut exposing the elegant, vulnerable column of her neck. His hands trembled slightly as he lifted the dress.