Slavery Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He increased his pace and soon she convulsed in silence and fell flat on the grass till she cooled off. "Hmm, this story is quite erotic and visual," she said putting her hands between her legs; holding back and really trying hard not to visualize his story. "What of the other slaves?" "They were not left out; they also had sex with each other, some girls to girls, men to men, two men to a woman and two women to a man; revelling together till the approach of the night". "Please continue" she pleaded to move her legs from touching his angry dick.

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

“Slavery? In this day and age?” Slavery had been abolished before my mother was born. Omegas had been liberated and it was now a crime to trade people like livestock. Why was he mentioning slavery now? “That wench.” He pinched the ridge of his nose as he gritted his teeth. “The bitch April Arlington, she is on the run.” “On the run?”

“I need a slave.” Lord Lucian Blackwell declared, gazing at the eloquent garden through the window of his manor. “A slave?” Trevor asked as he dropped his feet from the table in disbelief. It was no secret the number of the things Lucian Blackwell detested–slavery being chief among them. Slaves were nothing but property: deprived of name, status, wealth, respect, and dignity. To Lucian, slaves were depreciating liabilities–they aged and got boring quickly. He believed in the principle, ‘Every man has a price’ which extended to labour. Until now.

"A bit intense but I want my man's spunk to drip out of me like a bad faucet. Then he pulls me against his side, smooths my hair back from my face, kisses me, and calls me a good girl, then we'll go on a marathon for hours." Axton laughed hard. "I'm more than capable, darling. We can go for seventy-two hours non-stop." "Such a beast," I laughed. "I have another one, I wish to be a slave girl, put up on the market to be sold and purchased by a master who loves and cares for me, giving me purpose in life as his slave. While I serve him with my all, to be his adoring concubine as he rewards me for my devotion. But that's unrealistic because I'm extremely averse to real-life slavery."

“We need to talk.” She lifted her eyes slowly. I folded my arms. “You should understand something clearly.” She nodded. “I didn’t choose you because I care about you.” Her expression didn’t change. “I chose you for revenge,” I continued. “Against Crescent Moon.” Still no reaction. “This,” I gestured between us, “is not a real marriage.” She listened quietly. “You are not my mate. You are not my wife. You are just a bond slave… who happens to wear a crown.”

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

I don't want to go there but they send invitations nonstop as if they think that I will go to their disgusting auction. “But, sir. They already know about your identity and you are still a member." What he said made me growl in annoyance. I actually don't know why I ended up signing up for them. All I remember is I was drunk and wanted something sweet when they asked me to join their secret group called Sweet Delights. I really thought that it was for VIPs however when I attended their invitations, it was a human auction for slaves. Men and women are there with their masks on. Well, I do love having a slave and I had so many ones before but nothing interests me which made me want to leave th

The pleasure soared between them to maddening heights, beyond sanity. Liora resigned within herself that there was only one thing she could do to end the delicious torture. “Let me bite you.” Ronin’s lust-filled eyes widened. “A-are you sure?” He searched her gaze. “We would be bonded again.” He rolled his hips, and the coil of pleasure tightened. “Yes, I’m sure! It’s the only way we’re getting out of this thrall.” Liora whimpered as he lifted them back into a sitting position. Ada pushed to the forefront, eager to get her fangs into him.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.