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.

whispered before I kissed him, “I have

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

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

the men, Damien didn’t mind that. He hated knowing every order he gave came from the women. They were slaves to

you?”

to stem from something. Perhaps pain and humiliation was at the root. Slaves could be treated in any way at all. I

grunted sprawling across my Lap, “we are

Evan’s hair. “Are you kept in a

Kein complained and I ran

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

were free,” Christof said laying back and throwing

fight them,” Bane said, “perhaps we could be