Call Me Master Blood On The Dance Floor Novels & Stories

He gave my ass a light squeeze, unbuttoned my shirt by a few buttons until the tattoo of his name was visible before walking away from me. Great! Fuck great! He brought me into a fucking place I have never been, then left me in the midst of predators. How fabulous is that? I stood there for a second, the bass from the music thumping through my chest like it was trying to knock some sense into me. The room was packed with people who looked like they ate secrets for breakfast and washed them down with someone else’s blood. I tried my best to enjoy the stupid fucking party but how can I? I was literally the only one without a master….did I just fucking say a master? Oh my God. Fuck me.

He gently pressed his hand against my shoulder, leaned in close, and in those beautiful golden eyes, I saw a purity of longing and humility I had never witnessed before. He said, “Master… please take me home.” Master. This was a title Nolan had never once uttered, yet he spoke it with such devotion and sincerity, as if cradling a burning heart and carefully offering it to me. I looked at him, then glanced back toward the town. A mad yet clear thought suddenly popped into my head. Yes, since Nolan despises me so much and is so eager to find a new master, why shouldn’t I just replace him? It’s time for a trade-in.

“And what shall I call you?” “Hmm,” Reid snorted as he lifted his champagne glass to his lips. “Nice try, puppy,” he said. “You won’t get my name out of me so easily. You have to earn it, an orgasm at a time. You can call me Master,” he dipped his finger into the champagne and stroked it over Jasper’s lips. “Yes, I like that. I’m the Master and you’re the puppy. Now be a good boy,” he straddled Jasper’s chest. “And suck on this bone.”

I continue my speech, “I do not require a safe word…only one. And that is NO. The minute you say no, this will be over in an instant. Do you understand?” She nods. “Say whether you understand or not.” “Yes, Sir.” “Oh and that’s another thing. I want you to call me Master. She pauses. Yeah, that one always throws them at first. I smile though she cannot see it. The most thrilling part of this escapade is that I like the begging and panting, pleading to come at my hand. I like to sex them into exhaustion, spank them till they are pink and their bodies are squirming with pain and pleasure. Make them feel. Feel all of it from their pretty heads to their curling in pleasure toes. “I will master y

Valerie Pov I sighed heavily before filling the glass with Cold water. I don't know why but for some reasons I am feeling like something's going to happen. Something bad. I didn't want to let this bad feeling empower my senses but it was indeed overpowering more than it was needed. From the moment I got a call from Master telling me that there's going to be a party tonight in the mansion I kept on having a bad feeling. I don't know what to do anymore. So I simply decided to bury myself in work. All the time I felt eyes on me and this wasn't the first time.

I want to be included in Jace and Ella’s intimacy that they have going on. “Well, my partner should be here by now,” the rope Master’s voice finally comes through, “I’m going to go find them and get a little practice in while I can.” “Sounds good, buddy. Come find us when you are done.” I grin at the master because I know perfectly well that he doesn’t need to practice. The club is starting to fill, but it’s far from packed, “How about you share our girl, Lil’ D, I’m fucking throbbing over here.” I bite my lower lip as I stare at my sweet girl.

Damn me. “Okay, this night was supposed to be about having fun. Do you want to dance?” “Are you asking me to dance?” I ask. “I think I am. Come on!” Cassius stands and grabs my hand to take me to the dance floor. He begins to move his body to the beat. The song “One Kiss” by Calvin Harris and Dua Lipa is now playing. “May I?” He stretches his palm, seeking permission.

If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil. "Once again, please forgive me, Young Master," said the maid kneeling in front of him. "I will bring you a new dish, Young Master," he continued in a voice trembling with fear. It's not that the little boy has superpowers to make him afraid, but the father of the child is the ruler of this country, it's clear that the servant is afraid because he has annoyed his child.

#RULE 10: I WILL CONTINUALLY PUSH MYSELF TO THE LIMITS OF ENDURANCE AND PAIN, SEEKING MY MASTER’S PLEASURE AND PERMISSION TO GO FURTHER. The moment I stepped into the playroom, my heart raced with anticipation. The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar scent of leather and arousal, and my Master was waiting for me, dressed in his black leather attire.

He grinned again and let her go. "You do not know who I am." He chuckled. "Who are you?" She asked, hating the fact that he was using his identity to keep her there. "Mr Roxcile. Now come down baby and give me a dance." He grinned again. Her eyes widened and she pushed herself off the counter to the opposite side. "Mr Roxcile?" "Yes baby." He replied and sighed. "Have you danced for any other man ever since you got here?" He asked.