Wedgie Slave Novels & Stories

Hashtags like #TheLegendOfCyrus, #HowIsThatGuyOutOfComa, and #SkylarCyrus spread everywhere. I saw the directors' jaws slacken. No one had expected the Sothisby heiress to be involved with a figure like Cyrus. "Thank you all for attending my fiancée's event," he said in a magnetic baritone. "I would like to take this opportunity to announce a full partnership between the Brennan Group and Sothisby & Co. beginning today. Our marriage will serve as the foundation of this partnership." The crowd rose in a standing ovation. Those who had mocked me moments earlier now turned to me with overly warm smiles.

She had followed him to the dining area; her work as a slave was to stand by his side and serve what he wanted, but the silence from Syzar still felt like a bitter pang to her heart. Vada was already up in seconds, convincing Celeste to sit as she dragged her to sit. “You need to eat too,” she winked, and Nyssa looked appalled. “You are letting a slave sit and eat among us?” she muttered. “I see no one else had a problem with it, and she is my friend, and as a grand healer, I do have a say,” she said to Nyssa, whose face heated as she faced the table. Looking at Cassian and Callix, who seemed unfazed by it, they looked amused, both under Vada’s bespelling gaze.

Weird guy. He growled for being removed from his favorite toy. “You are my slave. I own you. You are in this kingdom, alive and kicking because of my mercy. I bought you, to save you, so yes, you are my slave.” “You piece of shit!” she gritted her teeth. “I will ask Tova to buy me off from you. I am sure he can!” “No he can’t,” growled Ludwig as he stared at her bikini. “He won’t be able to pay all the interest that has accrued over the time.”

But then, that little whore walked right through my trap. Slave turned out to be a really bad girl. Putting a stop to the Alpha of the central pack; the overall leader of Holy Bond pack and others scattered across the werewolf zones. How dare she?! "Get up!" I pulled my dick out and grabbed Slave's breasts, using them as a lever to get her to her feet on time. The wobbling of Slave's legs pushed me further to doing bad things to her. To torture her so bad that when she's ever close to someone like me, she would behave herself.

he said coldly. Right. I am not a mate to him. I am his slave. Unlike other mate partners, they have a choice whether to give in to the effects of their mate bond and let each other treasure the pleasurable experience. But to someone like me who is treated and acknowledged as a slave, whether it is because of the mate bond or not, I do not have the right to say no to him. I gulped. Slowly, my hands reach for the strap of my dress. I gently remove them and let them fall in the sides of my arms.

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

I whispered making my decision, it would be better than this cold dark cell. "You'll be my slave, you'll serve me whenever and however I need your service" his tone was sardonic as he arch a brow waiting for my reply, my heart skipped once, twice, "s...s...slave?" I managed to stammer out, "either that or you'll rot in here until you pay for the damage you've cost me" I couldn't answer him as I was lost for words, slave, to be a slave to this horrible man, he could snap my neck any second, I shivered even though I wasn't cold

My mind wandered back to Nico making me go on my knees whenever he entered my room. “I own you, little fox. You are mine to do with as I pleased.” I remembered his words and shit if I didn’t feel aroused. He would punish me for not staying with his aunt that’s for sure. I looked forward to it. Zane stared at me, an unreadable expression on his face. “You have slaves?” I asked, swallowing the bread down with effort. “Omegas. The lowest ranking wolves. They are servants, not slaves.” He said between biting savagely into a steak.

She reminded me of a slave who died a few months ago. From experience, I knew what she's about to get herself into. I was once friends with Wren, Kade's immediate elder brother, the third son. We were friends my first year of being a slave here and he was a good one. I was fifteen then and it felt good having someone to call a friend. But our friendship turned for the worse the day I turned away from a kiss he was about to give me. I remembered his words to me that day. "Do you think a slave like you has a choice here?" He had asked and it was then I knew my true place in the pack. There were no such things as choices, nor friends or love.

Alpha Hade has never fucked a slave on his bed before he takes them to his harems but this woman has gotten to his bed and why would I miss the blood marked on her forehead. He wasn't willing to let her go. A fucking Witch! This cheap slut would have been long gone if not for my maid’s foolishness there was no way Hades would have gotten her back once she crossed to another pack lest it would result in war and that was something that would never happen. Go to war because of a Slave? Impossible. I turned back on my heels they wouldn't notice anyone walking in as I shut the door slowly and marched with fury towards my private torture den.