Call Me Master Blood On The Dance Floor Novels & Stories

The Master voiced out while relaxing his back on his Floating Dark Throne, A hot boiling pot appeared before Martinez and the Cube were the blood of Smith is appeared also. " As you can see, I have the last blood with me, Hand over the two bloods and I shall proceed with the Awakening of the Great Armageddon, My very good friend " The Master stated and Martinez slowly approached him. " I will only hand over this cubes if you fufill the deal and Set my soul free, I don't need to be a bondage to your every command " Martinez said and that caused the Master to giggled, Two monsters appeared before Martinez and they grabbed the cubes.

"You realise the more you resist me, the more I keep coming back but stronger. That is, until you have satisfied me. What's your name? I need to know what to call you when you quench my thirst... for a while at least. "What's your name first?" "All you need know is that I am your master and you must obey me. If you wish to address me, call me Master." "And if you wish to address me just call me slave." He silently thought of a comeback - something cool, sexy, controlled. The truth was he was attracted to her in more ways than one. Her fiery temper just made him want her more - made him hard as he thought of all the things he was going to do to her and of the things they would do together.

"The Master has been generous enough to throw a feast in your honor. The least you can do is show some gratitude." Then she turned, her sheer skirt swaying around her legs as she walked toward the door. "Come with me." I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not wearing that." Zahori glanced over her shoulder. "Not only are you going to wear it, but you're also going to perform for the Master." My jaw dropped. Who the hell did these people think they were? Me? Performing for some arrogant asshole I'd known for less than a day? Yeah. Absolutely not. "First of all, I don't belly dance. Never have and never will."

He pulled me seamlessly into the rhythm of the music. We began to dance in the center of the floor. The Master of Elysium moved with flawless, predatory grace, guiding me across the hardwood with an effortless strength that made me feel entirely weightless. Around us, other couples joined the floor. I saw Silas and Julian swaying together, their foreheads touching. I saw Marco spinning Jennifer out, Leo catching her on the rebound with a deep, rumbling laugh.

’ She tells me. After a brief hesitation, I brace my hand on the dirty floor for leverage as I rise up slowly. An arm reaches out, grabbing hold of my arm and yanking me up roughly, slamming me against a hard chest of pure muscle. I stand frozen in place as the man who calls himself ‘master’ stares down at me.

Now, she can clearly see the seriousness in his eyes. "We are not friends, nor someone who knows me very well. Put in your mind that you are just my fucking sex slave. I'm protecting your being, I am paying you here, so fucking shut up and obey me, bitch!" Ava's closed her lips firmly. She feels like if she continue fighting with Boss BD about this, she would surely lose her life. "A-Alright, Boss—" "Call me, master." "...Master." "Good. Now, give me your best performance." Ava slowly nodded, as she hears the music that's playing. It's slow music perfect for such a seductive performance.

he said as he looked at me as if waiting for a reply. This demon must be the funniest honestly speaking. I have heard of how demon masters force their pets to dance for them but never I've I heard of a master dancing for his pet. "Stop over thinking and simply say yes or no." He spoke. "Yes please dance for me my lovely boyfriend," I said and sincerely I didn't know when I said that out loud I hope I don't get punished for saying that. "Don't worry you won't," he said as he stood up from his seat leaving his food.

My heartbeat started skipping because I felt within myself that something bad was going to happen. Master Stone stood up, and walked towards the platform. Fear gripped me, but I have to get used to him coming close to us. He walked to the other seat on the platform, and sat down without saying a word. "The Masters have finally choosing who they want among the slaves that has been dancing. You're going to be with the Masters for a full night, and you're expected to entertain them" That was Axel's voice. "What is supposed to be in the meaning of what Axel just said? Entertaining the Masters?" I thought inwardly with a furrowed eyebrow.

my Master said, "if one is going to play the part of a sex slave, they should look the part, shouldn't they? Slave, why don't you pour drinks for our guests. Dad, a Manhattan for you?" "Every time." "Martini for you, Mother?" Master asked. "Please, dear. Thank you." "Whiskey Sour for me, slave," Master said. "Fix yourself whatever you want." I looked at the counters and Master hadn't taken any of the liquor down. Which meant I would have to reach into a cupboard for the liquor, which also meant my dress would rise up my ass when I reached up for the booze. Master smiled at me. "Dad, why don't you help me set up the card table and we'll get started as soon as we get our drinks?"

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.