Call Me Master Blood On The Dance Floor Novels & Stories

Master, please! A shiver runs down my spine as I suck in a deep breath, reminded of that night in the dark ally, and my voice begging a master to not hurt me. How many ‘masters’ do you know? My little devil asks sarcastically, but there is no humor in his voice, and I know exactly why! I only know one master, and the fact that I was begging him to not hurt me and that I conjured these memories while someone was trying to rape me only means one thing.

“I have never known you to be sloppy at your job.” He smashes the blood bag on the floor and it scatters all over the place. I feel some of the blood splatter on my hair and slowly drip inside to my skull. The smell is overwhelming and, at the same time, makes me burn with fury that it doesn't belong to Naya. “I swear on my life, I'll make up for this huge mistake,” I promise the master. “I'll get the chosen one's blood as soon as I leave here.” “Don’t step a foot into this pack until you have her blood. Have I made myself clear?”

I then sat down on the floor and held my face in my hands as I cried silently. “You can see it however you wish to see it. Just know I meant no offense.” Master said. “Do you realize how long I've waited to have my hands in that girl?” Richard growled. “That is none of my concern, King Richard. She is my slave. The daughter of my enemy. I earned this, I paid with blood. What did you pay?” Master asked. Paid in blood? What does he mean? Does he mean his younger brother? Because they got their revenge for that by killing my mom. No one said a word afterwards, just quietly enjoying their meals.

He smiled even sider and leaned down, squatting in front of me, putting his hand to his ear; ‘Sorry, can you repeat that? I didn’t hear what you said’. He was being an asshole just to be an asshole. Nevertheless, this wasn’t going to be over, unless I humoured him. ‘Master’. I told him, louder. ‘Good girl’. He raised his hand to his mouth and bit the palm before offering it to me. No, he can’t be serious.. ‘Wanna get better or not?’ I shook my head. ‘Not if it involved drinking your blood!’. What kind of fucked up ‘’True Blood’’ shit was that?! Is that actually a thing?!

I can be humiliated but I'm never weak. "Is that all you can do Massimo? Aww! You're weak. Ow!" I coughed out more blood as he punched me in the stomach. He grabbed me by my hair so that I was on my knees in front of him. He held my hair tightly and it fucking hurt. "Call me master," he commanded but I shook my head. His grip on my hair tightened and my veins popped out. Christ! He's going to kill me. I couldn't care less but I'm never addressing him as my master. Never.

I'm like the ring leader, I call the shots (Call the shots) I'm like a firecracker I make it hot When I put on a show I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break I'm like a performer. The dance floor is my stage Better be ready, hope that you feel the same All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus When I crack that whip everybody gon' trip just like a circus Don't stand there watching me, follow me, show me what you can do Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor just like a circus.

"You have made a mistake not taking what I have asked you into consideration." I keep eyes level and stare him down, waiting for him to falter, though he holds his gun firmly, so I only but take mine and move it to him even closer. It seems that only one of us will see the end of the day. I have taken that step and walked straight over that line without even blinking. I have said this before, and I will continue to repeat it. I am the Vampire Master, and nobody shall disrespect my wife or me. And to add to that, I will get what I want.

My hand had been groping the shelf while my feet tiptoed the shiny marbled floor yet I still couldn't feel even the rim of that soup bowl. "Need my help, Slave?" Finally, a reinforcement. The common sense of this smirking Master of mine had eventually arrived. I wished it came a bit earlier before my calves had gotten numb. I was never given the chance to have a dance lesson before, my legs were sometimes used to till the rice field. So, elegant tiptoeing was never my forté. "Yes, Master. That large one with a wolf growling to the moon goddess, please!" I simply responded but had no idea, he would collect some information on that little spills.

I didn’t know that many eyes were on me as I danced as if I was the only person dancing on the dance floor. My feet took a turn and I felt like I was about to fall when someone casually caught me from behind with his strong arms. That warmth and scent, I’m aware of that because I always go to his room to clean everything that I see that is not organized. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed,” I heard the master's deep, low voice. It was soothing as if he was lulling me to some song. “But why? The night is still young,” I complained before walking away from the dance floor to order another drink, but he took it from my hands.

MYRA The moment we left Young Master's room, Madame Beatrice stopped walking and turned toward me. I immediately knew what was coming. "You are unbelievable." I blinked. "Ma'am?" "You talked back to the Young Master." The disappointment in her voice should have made me feel guilty. Instead, I noticed something strange. She looked more surprised than angry. "I apologize." "You called him a rude billionaire." I cleared my throat. "Technically, I only defended myself." Madame Beatrice stared at me.