A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Your mark is always on me, Master Damien,” I said soothingly touching my stomach. “I know that you care for me everyday. It never occurred to me that without your collar, you would not think of me as yours.”

They were silent and I chanced a glance up. Their eyes were softer as Master Kein placed the jewelry in my nipples. My argument had worked.

“We are not Master in this room, Ciara. Did you forget that?” Damien asked instead.

“Hello, Damien,” I smiled looking up at him.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

I touched the lines of strain around his eyes and they softened slightly. I pulled on his shoulders until his lips came down to mine.

love you, Damien,” I whispered before I kissed

the room I greeted each of them with a kiss and spoken affection. They relaxed and took off their weapons. Still dressed

only spoke to get more detail or to agree. Otherwise, I stayed

hated the women and their new Life. Damien did not want to be a General. A General led the men, Damien didn’t mind that. He hated knowing every order he gave came from

they harm you?” I asked

of dislike they had had to stem from something. Perhaps pain and humiliation was at the root. Slaves could be treated in

grunted sprawling across my Lap, “we are not

feed you?” I asked stroking Evan’s hair. “Are you kept

complained and I ran a hand up his arm in

mountains with them. We don’t want to be sold to their cousins in the afternoons,” he said. “We were not meant to be

were free,” Christof said laying back and throwing a hand over

could fight them,” Bane said, “perhaps we