I Am Yours [Slave to Love Book 1]

en moments in dark corners or pressed against each other, swaying to the sensual music. Two men sit together in a corner booth away from the low lighting, blending into the shadows. Altho

es intended to please their masters in any way the men desire. Ready to call it a night, the two men get up, intending to go to a new spot,

e men knew she had a rare mutation only few people have after the Great War devastated Canada, the United States of America and the rest of the world two hundred years ago. The country of Symp

ooks like it would shift out of place whenever she danced. She also has another rare

s she sways to the music. The two men could almost taste the profits to be had just by looking at these girls. They sported a slim, athletic figure of at least five-foot-three-inches, with ful

uted out the back exit hours before, where they now bring the girls before drugging them, one at a time. Finally, with their three newly acquired mercha

he two exit their vehicle to open up the back of the van, the punishment the shop owner was ready to order out pauses at the tip of his tongue. He already has two buyers ready for the aqua-haired girl; she will fetch a good price from a local man who is al

ts, to make a call to the two gentlemen, the shop owner personally oversees the transfer of the prismatic-haired girl. With a f

nt is scanned, and her identity is revealed as eighteen-year-old Lyra Roselette, a perfect name and age for a pleasure pet. The Doctor continues his examination, testing each body part, making sure everything functio

d into her: one to stimulate her sex drive with just the slightest provocative touch, one to have her produce breast milk as many have demanded it

girl lustfully moan in her sleep, he wraps his lips around her right nipple, giving it a slight bite before he suckles, the warm taste of breast milk flowing into his mouth. His f

eads into a private room to deal with his own sexual frustrations using his own pet

s own pet, her moans and cries of pleasure fueling his imagination. Just

wner finishes, his hot seed filling the battered and spent slave under him. Coming out of the room now relieved, a maid informs him of the placement

ong. Her body lies elegantly on the swinging bed, a perfect specimen that will be the best sale of his career. The Shop owner adds th