Bdsm Master And Slave Novels & Stories

And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world. "Bring me that girl who was begging earlier. That dirty bitch makes me want to fuck."

A second later, I felt him slap my clit in just the right way and squeeze. "Do that again, she liked it, she squeezed me even harder." Keenan said through clenched teeth. I wanted to shake my head in denial, but I couldn’t. "No..." I tried to beg for mercy, but my Master just twisted my clit again, and I saw stars. I felt over-stimulated with Liam squeezing my breasts, my Master playing with my clit, and Keenan burying himself inside of me as if there was no tomorrow.

He looked at his towel and told me to take it off. "What?" I replied. "I said take the towel off" he looked angry and impatient. I moved closer to him and took off the towel, his dick bounced out and I nearly screamed but I controlled myself. "Grab it and stroke it" came to his next order. When I signed up to be his mistress, no one told me that I'd be doing this. I gulped and brought my hands to hold it, one of my hands was too small for it because he was so big so I used my both hands to hold him.

I double my efforts on Mistress' pussy, knowing it would not be long before I climaxed, and from the groans that Master was letting out, I knew it wouldn't be long before he joined me. I did not know why I worried though, because in seconds, Mistress' grip became unbreakable, and she ground her sweet pussy against my face as I sucked hard on her clit. A new taste filled my mouth, a deeper, richer flavor that was just as intriguing and addictive. She stiffened and screamed loudly before melting away back onto the bed. Her body slacked minus a few little twitches as the spasms continued to rock her. I bent forward, lapping at her gently, loving the sound of her helpless little moans whenever I

He loves when his woman quivers under him completely on his mercy. He loves their begging. He loves dominating them in the darkest way possible. But his previous mistresses already knew about all of this. He never needed to make them understand what he wants. He loves control but he loves when his woman throws herself on him. It gives him the inevitable power of being the superior. But Valerie's matter was different. She knew nothing about this. She was unaware of the monster that her Master is. He wanted to control her body. He wanted to hear her pleasurable moans.

"Precisely! And that is your biggest mistake. You are supposed to be a servant in this house. It is your task to serve me. You are the one who should take care of all of this. Yet I was forced to cook my own meal!" "But I was cleaning back then????" Abby argued back. "So??? Is it my fault then?? Is it my fault that you wake up late? I am the master here and you are the servant. Do you suggest that I should be the one to adjust??? Should I just wait for you to finish your tasks and starve myself to death?" Eugene said in return to castigate Abby. If not for his unkempt appearance, the other party would probably pass off as strict lecturer disciplining its students who had erred over something

Chapter:5 ****** A handsome man lay on his bed stripped off his items of clothing as slaves lazily tried to bring him pleasure. A slave girl sat on him while she rides him as another worked on trailing kisses down his legs. A gentle male slave lies beside him as he ran his hands up and down Their Master's chest. But the receiver wasn't in the mood for such foreplay. His body, heart, and soul were completely owned by the thoughts of just one man. Gouria didn't want to send the slaves out of his presence just yet, for fear of what might befall them, so he lay there staring pitifully at them as they worked his body.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

As I called her, she instantly looked at me. "What?" She raised her brows. "I want to tell you something." My hands are placed on my lap and I'm playing with my fingers nervously. "What?" She asked, getting suspicious. I again looked at Zain, he's staring at us only. Anu narrowed her brows, bemused. I moved closer to her ear. "I and Zain, we are in a kind of BDSM relationship, he's my master." I just told her in one go in low voice.

His breath was a delicious sensation down there that made goosebumps rise, but his request had my conscience screaming for me to hold my own and not give in to this awful man’s demands. When I took too long to respond, he slapped my core and made me yelp in the best way. Why did I like that? “If you want any more, you have to call me Master.” I battled with myself for a few seconds before groaning. I looked at Dominic and he was sitting between my legs. He tilted his head and ran his fingertip around my bud, “Come on Monster. Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.” My voice was strained as I answered him, “Yes, Master.”