Call Me Master Blood On The Dance Floor Novels & Stories

Drake is a monster. “I’m here to compile what is mine. He beamed when I looked into your eyes, I could no longer compromise my happiness of possessing you under me. Have you screamed and moaned out my name?" “What is yours?" I asked, whirling to get up on my feet. He giggled at me. “Your torso, of course. All your body is meant for me, little slave.” “My body is meant only for me,” I answered back. “Uh…” Mr. Drake’s voice came out low as he gave me a nasty, evil chuckle. “Does it seem you have forgotten who your master was? Do you want me to help you recall everything?”

I teased. She stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed. “I'll point him out to you if I see him when he comes in, but I swear he's a ten on the hot-o-metre,” she swore, her big blue eyes widening as she spoke. “Maybe even an eleven. He looks like a golden god, I swear.” I didn't say anything more, merely nodding as the DJ put on the opening music and Greg opened the doors to let the first group of patrons in.

Seeing her condition, I knew what actually should I do? " Do you love blood?" I asked confidently. "B...l...o...o...d," her lips shivered as she heard the blood," I w...a...n...t blood. My master needs it. He's thirsty," she said as she closed her eyes and arched her back in a complete thirst for it. Wait, it's not her that want blood? Her master? Who is her master? Was the one who is speaking not her but the black spell possessed on her?

I lost my balance and fell hard onto the floor. Before I could scramble away, his voice cut through the room. "Address me properly." I looked up at him, breathing hard. "What?" His gaze was cold. "Call me master." My stomach dropped. "No," I said immediately. He stepped closer. "Crawl." Something hot and bright flared inside me. Not shame. Fury. The word crawl sat between us like a lit match, and every stubborn bone in my body locked into place.

Brianna asked, "turn it into a FaceTime call?" "Sure," Master said. "Let me hang up and FaceTime Zoe right back." "Please do." Master hung up and we went downstairs. He started the call. Then while Lisa held the camera, Master hooked me up to all the bondage stations he'd created on the bed frame. One after the other. Naturally, as he did so, I became soaking wet, slave slut that I was. I think the others could see the evidence of my arousal as he posed me. He left me hanging on the St. Andrews cross which pulled out from under the bed when he'd finished demonstrating.

"Learn, come on your Master failed you, although he wasn't your Master. You keep calling him your Master, but he isn't." "I need to be somewhere. You just stay right here like the good little slave he was training you to be," I watch as she walks out, the pool of blood around me from my wounds. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm not strong enough to fight anymore. My drink has spilt upon the floor, which just shows my strength does not exist anymore." I cry, hoping wherever he is, he can hear my words.

“Your Master is so hard! It's hard to adopt! ” "Do you want to see and die?" Should I still ask that? At the same time, he pointed to the bond ring I was wearing. “It's only a matter of time before the crystal becomes black! If you do not find a way, it may be too late. ” "What am I going to do?" Tarantang chimay naman ako !!!

What a woman. We downed the shots immediately and ordered for a refill which he brought again, his eyes all over Rhea. After downing them, we decided to dance. We headed for the dance floor that was filled with sweaty bodies. Just then, Hot girl summer by Megan Thee Stallion came on. Trinity and Rhea screamed in excitement, dancing along to the beat. I followed them as they pulled me deeper into the dance floor, creating a circle for us. We danced to the song, moving our bodies to the rhythm and shaking our asses.

“Feel how deep I am?” Jasmine moaned, voice muffled against the tablecloth. “Yes—yes, Master—” His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her there, keeping her pinned as he drove his cock deeper, fucking and pounding her pussy like it was going to be his last. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say you love being fucked like this.” Jasmine’s toes curled. Her stomach tightened in pleasure, lips trembling. “I—I love it—Master—I love it—oh fuck—”

A party was held for the safe return of the master. The maids were running about preparing for it,cooking and serving the soldiers and guests that came to celebrate with the master,the mansion was filled with people I have never seen this much people here before, and serving was a lot of work, after being lazy for a month I had something to do to stretch my body,so I loved the exercise. Master George(Stephen father),Stephen and Felix came shortly after the return of the master. I had never seen Stephen's father before,but I heard he is the strongest master and he ranks number one.