Call Me Master Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“Tyson has claimed her.” Every muscle in my body locks. They’re talking about me. Another voice answers. “It won’t matter. When the Master arrives, she’ll come willingly.” A cold wave crashes through me. Master? Who is the Master? I force myself to stay still. To breathe. To listen. “The barrier held?” “Perfectly. She’ll never find us.” If only they knew. Footsteps move closer. Too close. I press myself against the rough bark of an ancient oak, willing every part of me into silence.

I go completely still. Not master

"Kyra, listen. I didn't bring you here just out of pity. You're my sub, that means it's my responsibility to take care of you, to help you heal and grow. But I have demands too. Needs. This isn't charity." She nodded slowly, heart racing. The air thickened, the contract's weight returning. "I know, Master," she whispered, fiddling with the mug's handle, her voice soft but steady. He studied her, noticing the nervous tic, the way she bit her lower lip just a fraction, endearingly cute, even in vulnerability. "Are you ready to truly enter my world? To trust me with that?" She met his eyes, nerves fluttering like butterflies, but she nodded, a small, determined dip of her chin. "Yes. I'm ready.

I prompted. "Which means you listen to my instructions without question," she began, ticking off points on her fingers. "You practise when I tell you to practise. You don't argue with me about methodology. And most importantly..." She paused, and I could see her fighting back a smile. "You have to call me master." The word hung in the air between us, and I felt something shift. My wolf stirred, responding to the challenge in her tone, to the way she was looking at me with barely suppressed amusement.

My whole body jolts as if shocked. — A bond with your mortal body has been claimed before this council — that perfect tone continues, and all I can do is stare at the floor. — Speak the name of the one to whom your flesh and essence shall be bound, under the order given to you by Him, dwellers of earth. It’s time. Cael. That’s what I have to say. And that’s where my eyes go. The master gives me a faint nod, almost protective, encouraging me to answer. “I can keep you safe”, his voice echoes inside me, familiar and steady.

But my mother had taught me better. "Never betray your savior." Her words rang in my mind like an unshakable command. I swallowed my fear and took a step forward. "Master!" I called out, my voice steady for the first time since we met. His gaze snapped toward me, unreadable. "I want to serve you!" My own words surprised me, but I didn’t stop. "Please grant me the right!" A brief silence filled the room. He chuckled, turning to his Queen, his fingers brushing against her hair as he helped her tie it back. His movements were slow, almost careless, as if my request was nothing but a fleeting amusement to him.

I debated whether to enter, my nerves and fear of what Master might do to me causing my heart to race. "Come in, pet, I can hear you pacing," Master teased, opening the door for me. "Greetings, Master," I said, my voice trembling with fear. He nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. Master dragged me to the bed, and my eyes widened in terror at the implications. "Don't be scared, pet, Master will take care of you," he growled, his voice low and menacing. I stammered, "Mas...ter...please...stop," as he took slow steps towards me, his smirk growing wider.

Chapter 10 Olivia Monica was already there waiting for me, she directed me to a seat in the room as she helped me with my hair and makeup. What's the monster's full name "Do you know his name?" "We aren't allowed to say his name oliva" she replied warily. "Please, I think I deserve to know who my kidnapper is. Don't you think" l asked desperately? "Austin Hernandez " she whispered " please always address him as master " she pleaded, I nodded knowing fully well that I wasn't going to listen to her. If his name pricks him then I would gladly use it against him.

He left her inside the corridor of her room and went inside his. After locking her door, she sat on the bed. This man was so weird. Wasn't he the cruel mafia? Why was he behaving so politely with her? Whatever the reason was she had to be extra careful. This man was delusional and should never be believed. She pulled a phone from her purse and switched it on. She selected the number of someone, called " Master" . " I am in his empire. A part of it. " She texted him and switched off the phone again.