Call Me Master Blood On The Dance Floor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

And this time, at the sweet/tormenting touch of fingernails over skin, drawing between upper calves and lower thighs, I hold myself, huffing air as electricity skitters up and between my thighs, centering into my sex and setting my clit pulsing. "Much better... Wet already. That's my girl..." I want him to move into more sexual territory, up and in, and I shuffle, spreading my ankles... The fingers freeze. "Who is Master here?" My flash quivering, "You are." "So, wait." The fingers resume, a small journey, digging in oh-so-slightly to sensitive skin and jangling nerves... My huffing turns to gasping and now the heat comes from inside, blooming into my purring pussy...

he demanded, his voice sharp. Unease settled in the pit of my stomach as I slowly turned to look. Where my professional résumé should have been displayed in clear text, there was instead a bold red message, each word an accusation screaming across the screen: "I am the mistress who drove my lover's wife to her death. I deserve to die!" Before anyone could remove the damning words, a male student leaped up from the crowd, his face twisted in fury as he pointed at me. "It's her! This slut destroyed my family and forced my mother, the rightful wife, to her death!" he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. "How can someone like her call herself a philanthropist?"

Cassia replied cheerfully. Cassia immediately called a waiter to let him know they’d start eating and to spare them the trouble of lining up at the buffet table. Meanwhile, Asher was busy chatting with his two friends at the bar area of the venue. He had specifically requested Sofia to set up a bar area, even for a gender reveal party. “Dude, you don’t seem happy today. I know you wanted a boy, but look—you’re having a little princess,” Lucius teased. “I know exactly why our friend here is in a bad mood. Uncle Armando and Aunt Larissa are here,” Loki added with a grin.

The movement surprised the disguised young master quite a bit. “So what if I’m facing the young master directly?” She put her hands on her hips. While still glancing around, checking if there were other people around them and luckily it was only the two of them there. “Young Master Dawson doesn’t like women, as long as I don’t do anything that makes him even glance at me, I think everything will be fine. Besides, I’m here to work, not to attract the attention of the young master and see scary things.” She said firmly and lifted her chin slightly to look confident.

The master is angry but his voice remaind calm and expressionless. “I-I’m sorry, master. They had escaped before we got them. I don't know what happened, but they were already in defense when we came to get them.” He is filled with dread; his voice trembles as each word is delicately chosen and uttered as to not anger his Master further. “But don't worry. I'll come after them. I'll chase even we reach hell just I could give them to you.” He hoped he can pacify his master by showing that he wanted to bring their future blood banks under their authority.

"Look at me young lady, I've got a lot of responsibilities and you won't be the reason I slow down. I'll kill without blinking so don't you fucking waste my time with your silly replies and my name leaving your lips. It's Master from your filthy lying mouth!" He roared and I vibrated, shaking in fear. "Yes, Master!"

I ball my hand into a slight fist to help me remain composed and I venture into the hall. “Look at my beautiful blade,” Master exclaim the moment I enter with a slight smirk appearing at the base of his lips, “you actually cleaned up well,” he added, “I was not expecting you to look like this” “I am here on your request, Master” i force myself to say while gulping and he leaned forward with a goblet of wine twirling sexily in his hand.

"Have I missed something?" From across the square, the band strikes up the first chords of a new song, one they all are infinitely familiar with. Samantha has never been so thankful to hear her least favorite song. Adom pops up next to Emily, "Let's show some respect for our anthem folks." He takes Adom by the elbow guiding her toward the dance floor, both in giggles. Jason extends his hand toward Liam who just came out of the tent. He beams at him and accepts his hand. As they move toward the dance floor, Samantha swears he sees a blush blooming across her overly confident friend face. Samantha turns to ask Jace to dance, but he's already gone. Samantha twists around to scan the dance floor

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."