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.

you, Damien,” I whispered before

of them with a kiss and spoken affection. They relaxed and took off their weapons. Still dressed they settled on the bed and pulled me down

listened. I only spoke to

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 the

they harm you?” I asked

level of dislike they had had to stem from something. Perhaps pain and humiliation was at the root. Slaves could be treated in any way at all. I had to help them,

across my Lap,

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

complained and I ran a hand up his

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

Christof said laying back and throwing

Bane said, “perhaps we could be free