Call Me Master Blood On The Dance Floor Novels & Stories

“You know I've got the metabolism of an Atlanta stripper on a busy Saturday.” Carlos lowers his head in a laugh. “Oh my God. That white-collar job of yours makes me forget how much of a funny hoe you are sometimes.” I blow raspberries, pressing my back against the counter until the music switches to Doja Cat's ‘Been like this’ and I get the sudden urge to sway my hips. "Oh, okay, sister!” Carlos snaps his fingers but I barely hear him. I pack up my hair, eyes shutting as I make my way to the dance floor for the umpteenth time tonight. People cheer around me.

Asked an amused voice. Before I could process what had just gone through my mind, I felt the nightmare Master’s control snap back into place, an almost painful feeling. Then he forced my body off the stage, not caring that my audience didn't even fill up half the seats. My body jumped off the stage, slicing a man clean in half from head to toe before it continued on its warpath. He cut down everyone in the audience using my body, blood flying everywhere, covering the room in me. Not that it made much of a difference for all the blood that already coated the room from my other concerts.

His black mirror shoes were neatly polished as well. A slight knock came on the door and Master walked in. His outfit matched Damian’s and he couldn’t help but smile. "Looking good son," he smiled. "You don’t look bad yourself," Damian smiled. "Yeah, all I have to do is throw my walking stick away and the guests will think I’m the groom," Master Dan teases. "The priest is here so you should heard out. I’ll bring Maya soon," Master Dan said and Damian picked up his coat and walked out.

Before I could absorb myself with this new information that marriages in Blood Moon can't be broken by any force, Stacy slapped me with her sharp words. "It's the last Blood Moon hour where the Blood Moon Goddess is the strongest. So, hurry up, Kia, Master just summoned me over the mind-link urgently. I am sure the Master is desperately waiting to see his bride." I felt sick to my stomach. My tears stained my blindfold and this unnerved Stacy. She said viciously, "Ah! Miss Bruna! Don't cry. You were too desperate to know our Master's identity, weren't you? Your long wait is over because we have arrived in the ballroom."

Blood. “Call me ‘master’, idiot.” “You... Asshole.” That guy’s hard hit me right in the stomach. It knocked my body back, hit a wall. Blood came out of my mouth when my back hit the wall hard. I cringe, endure pain. My body fell to the floor. Louis walked closer. His hand pulled my hair roughly, forcing me to look up at him. “Are you going to call me master now?” “Even if you kill me, my answer is the same.”

It was only a small portion of salmon cooked in olive oil, so it was easy to eat quickly before I could somehow lose my appetite. Yet again, a food that's good for the blood. Master had decided to keep me on his lap this time. For what reason? I'm not sure, but I'm hoping that it's not the same reason Xander keeps Doe on his. So far, it hasn't. Master had just been drinking from the blood in his glass instead of drinking from me. He's bound to drink from me eventually right? I quickly shook the thought from my head, hurriedly finding something else to focus on.

"I said do you understand me? Say it, call me master." "Ma...master." "Good girl. Now get on your feet and shake that booty for daddy." My hand grazed her cheeks as I grabbed her chin and pulled her up. "Sh….shall I dance without music?" She mumbled, matching up my gaze. "Oh you want music, right?" I stood up, moving closer to her. "I thought I told you tonight doesn't dwell on what you want, cute rat." My whispers ushered in her ear and I bite her earlobe.

"No one. That's the point; you're all too finicky. Just give me a couple minutes before I stand up. Might as well let the wrigglers have a chance to work before I stand up and they all run down my leg." "Hey, I planted quite a few of those bastards way up there," Master protested. "They shouldn't all run down your leg." "Gravity has its way with most things, sir. Are you ready to pull out of me so I can stop crushing Rhonda?" Master rolled off Lisa, who rolled off Rhonda. There was a cock to clean and I was just the slave to do it. "Mmm," Master panted. "I may not be able to get an erection again tonight, but you can keep doing that anyway. Rhonda, a quick question for you. I saw you let Bil

She was still lost in her fantasy world when the Master's voice brought her back from her daydream. "Get on the bed and spread your legs" he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed.

Asked an amused voice. Before I could process what had just gone through my mind, I felt the nightmare Master’s control snap back into place, an almost painful feeling. Then he forced my body off the stage, not caring that my audience didn't even fill up half the seats. My body jumped off the stage, slicing a man clean in half from head to toe before it continued on its warpath. He cut down everyone in the audience using my body, blood flying everywhere, covering the room in me. Not that it made much of a difference for all the blood that already coated the room from my other concerts.