Slave Leia Lingerie Novels & Stories

Leia stands nervously in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection adorned in an exquisite and expensive gown. The deep blue silk hugs her lithe figure flawlessly, the delicate beadwork adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble. She has never worn anything so extravagant before, and the weight of the gown made her feel a little unsteady. 'I feel like an overdressed monkey.' Leia thinks with no small amount of resentment. She hates it when Mark shops for her. It's like he has an obsession with tight bodices and unmanageable frills.

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.

I navigated towards my closet, my fingers brushing against the lavish fabric as I picked out a lingerie set that screamed 'queen. The lingerie was a perfect concoction of all things sensual and divine. Crafted in obsidian lace, it hugged my curves like a second skin, exuding a dangerous allure. The bralette was a masterpiece, its plunging neckline accented with intricate floral embroidery that highlighted my curves. The underwire provided a gentle lift, adding to the enticing display. A tiny charm in the shape of a crescent moon adorned the midriff, a subtle nod to my identity as Luna. The matching panties were a testament to artful seduction, mirroring the bralette's floral lace and decorat

Frankly, I’m afraid that when I do… I might never want to come out. I feel the heat of his hand getting closer and closer to my wetness. The closeness is unbelievable, like I could barely fathom the fact that I, Leia Steele, once a slave to the Dark Alpha, was now underneath a tree with him, and he was seconds from pleasuring me. I could tell myself this is all just dream again, but I know this time that I would be lying because this is as real as real could get. There’s no escaping it this time.

"Well, why don't you talk to him about it? Define the relationship and all that." "Yeah... I think I'll do that." "Good. Now for the fun stuff," Leila says, her wicked smirk instantly returning. "You don't have to show me these if you don't want to." She reaches into the trunk and hands me a pile of lacy, strappy, barely-there bras and matching panties in deep reds, emerald greens, and midnight blacks. "There's more I want to give you later, but we'll start with those."

I felt like I was wearing a dress, but it was actually really comfortable. “Even though you look like some weird sorcerer in this robe, you still look fucking hot.” Leia said. I laughed, because like she predicted, Leia did have a white robe on. It was very long, almost to the floor and sheer. Underneath she had some white shorts and a white top. You could clearly see her bump through the robe. “You look beautiful, but you also look ready to be sacrificed to some ancient god in a blood ritual.” I told Leia. She looked down, “I fucking do, don’t I? Let’s just get this over with.”

Ridiculous. I took the box and gently opened it. My pupils contracted sharply. Inside lay a tiny white robe, child-sized. Gold thread was embroidered along the cuffs, forming a name: Nina Sliver Ridge. It was the baptism gown I’d worn when I was born and blessed by the Moon Goddess. My fingertips brushed over the fabric, and with that single touch, countless shattered memories crashed back into my mind. When I was four, I used to run wild around the palace, playing hide-and-seek with Liam and Cole.

Lingerie. It was impressive. Over the years, she'd purchased a few pieces and had thought her collection was amazing but she could see it had nothing on Natalia's. All shapes and types of leather, lace, silk, nylon, and spandex filled the space. They were beautiful pieces that were bound to drive any man insane. There was a large mirror next to it and Thalia shifted to look at herself. Natalia had been blessed with the kind of body that looked good in everything. Even without makeup, she still looked beautiful.

She's ready every night to be the one and only woman they would love and pay for. As the spotlight came forward to her and everyone's eyes were fixated on her. She starts undressing the robe and everyone gasps off the perfect body she has, everyone looks at her with amusement that she keeps seeing every night. She's wearing red lingerie, perfect for her name. Perfect for her code name. Everyone in the crowds is wearing their own mask to hide their identity. Not only are famous people here but also those people who have power and wealth. She's indeed lucky to have this kind of audience.

Her mouth and eyes were the only uncovered parts of her face. Her dress was rather skimpy. She wore a belly revealing pink jacket with nothing inside but her boobs, and a rather short fishnet skirt that displayed her underwear, a thong. I could instantly tell that she was Lessia but before I could say anything, she kissed me and led me to our room. We stood before the bed where she pushed me into, and proceeded to climb unto me, kissing and caressing every single part of my body. "Shh, just let me take control this night," she said to me in a whisper as she continued to place very hot kisses on my body. She did so for minutes before heading down to my zipper, opening it and letting out my di