Slaves In Love Novels & Stories

I stopped running my mouth as I realized that I was subconsciously talking about love. A woman who was abandoned by her fiancé. A slave who was forced to seduce a man. A maid who fell in love with her target. Who am I to talk about love? “Do you want to know why Mikhail broke up with you?” Suddenly, he said something I didn’t expect to hear from him. On second thought, he investigated me a lot, so it is not surprising that he knew I dated one of his students. “Because I am not in his league anymore,” I answered.

"Don't try to tell me what to do. I think it's better for us to separate, Sofia. I don't want my good name tarnished by marrying a prostitute like you. Let's divorce, Sofia.” Nicholas turned to leave, looking very disappointed in me. Just a few days ago he had begun to be kind to me like a husband, and now our marriage was in danger of dissolving. I was contractually married to him, but Nicholas never knew that I truly loved him with all my heart. Behind his arrogant demeanor, he cared deeply for me and was so protective when I was with him. I had hoped that he would love me in our marriage. But it all fell apart because of slander from people who didn't like me. Inevitably, I can only accep

Letting out a thirsty growl, he said in a demanding voice, " Please me, Teresa! Make me forget that you aren't mated to the person that I hate the most. Fuck me like you love me, please me like I am your man. Today I will give you the charge. Today, I am the slave..not you...I am the slave of your love.."

The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I just brushed the thought aside. “Why, Miguel?” “Why what?” “Why me? Why do you even want a slave?” “You interest me that's why. You do things to me just by giving me that death stare.” He let out a sigh. “I want a slave because you're bound by a contract, you will do anything I say. Relationships are meaningless to me, you have more freedom in a relationship and I don't want that. As a slave, you have no choice.” “Psychopath!”

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "

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.

she said and he smiled widely whilst nodding, he love the thought of making his mistress happy. Jamie still know himself and all that he was feeling and thinking but the slave craving was so prominent that he love it so much so that he started to take Sophie as his priority, his slave craving is like a arousal, extreme arousal that made one not to care for anything but to get pleasured first, that was his feeling for the slave, everything can wait until his angel appreciated him first, when he heard Angel he decide that he would put the slave craving on hold for now and start executing his plans.

I heard myself whispering as I dropped to my knees so fast, pain shot through them when they hit the stone floor. I pressed my forehead to the ground in the submission pose they had taught us on our first day as slaves, and my whole body shook as I waited for death. This was how slaves showed complete surrender and maybe if I made myself small enough and pathetic enough he might kill me quickly instead of slowly. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I babbled into the floor, tears running down my face. I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for.

He asked almost in a whisper. "Get the witches here in the house and ask them why they did what they did. Nina's only a slave, isn't she? Why are they making her life more complicated?" David asked and with that he left the room. Jericho stood there,his eyes still on Nina. At that point,he couldn't deny the fact that he has fallen in love with his s*x slave. Jericho knew he would hav

I keep sobbing, lying there like a corpse. Jesus! I can't bear it more. Please, get me out of here. I can't tolerate more. I'll die here. I'm a girl, not an animal. I'm his wife, not a mistress. I'm a human, not a slave. Every day, every night I'm tortured by him. Is it love? He doesn't love me. No matter how many times he says this, he doesn't love me. Adavan