Novel & Cerita Harem Master

Master wakes up with a jump and he grabs my hair tightly and pulls my head up to look at me. "Don't do that again. I didn't give you permission to touch me," he says firmly and I notice he's grabbing the bedsheet tightly with his other hand. "I'm sorry Master, I was trying to give you a surprise," I say gently and he lets out a sigh. "Go on then, make me cum and I won't punish you," he says and lets go of my hair. I move my head back to his dick and take it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head. Master groans and holds my hair again, his hand pushing me all the way down his dick so I choke. A horrible gag fills my throat but I keep sucking to make Master feel good.

I could hear their breathy moans and whimpers as I approached, their anticipation palpable. I stood at the foot of the bed, surveying my kingdom. They were all there, my ten beautiful queens, waiting for me to claim them. And claim them I would, over and over again, until the sun rose and the world outside my window came to life. But for now, it was just me and my harem, lost in a world of pleasure and pain, where the only thing that mattered was the Master's will. I smiled, a cruel twist of my lips, as I raised the whip in my hand, the leather straps whispering through the air. It was time to play.

"No Karen, you cunt, your god isn't here right now. The one whom you've given your worship for years has abandoned you. I'm your god now. I'm who you will worship. You'll hate it, but your body will come to crave and need to worship me. You'll cum and scream only my name or master from now on. Let me hear you say it. Greg Masters is my Lord and Master. He is my god and I will give him my worship for the rest of my life." Karen tried to clamp down on her lips and not say it until he took his hand off her throat and shoved a finger straight in her ass while his other hand pinched at her clit. Then she wailed at the top of her lungs as her body exploded in the strongest cum she'd ever experienc

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

She called out in a barely perceptible whisper, "Young Master? Have you drifted off?" Receiving absolutely no verbal response, she confirmed that Dastan was profoundly asleep. Moza stared down at his peaceful features. She hadn't anticipated in her wildest dreams that she would achieve such a deep level of domestic intimacy with the First Young Master of the Limantara empire—as if they were an authentic husband and wife sharing a private sanctuary. In this quiet state, Dastan looked breathtakingly handsome and entirely devoid of danger. In fact, his genetic blueprint felt like a flawless match for Kayden.

The tattoo I remembered vividly belonged to Roland. Maria interrupted my thoughts. "But he’s been with the Hunts family far longer than that," she added, leaning on the chair as if settling in for a story. I forced myself to stay calm. "What do you mean?" She tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly as she searched her memory. "From what I heard, Morris was originally hired as one of the family’s drivers. But later, he became Master Roland’s personal driver." My breath caught. Master Roland. That made sense. But then...

"Huh? How did you know that, master???" Jorah inquired with his whiskers twitching at both sides due to his utter confusion. It was not that he suspected that his master was trying to bluff in anyway, but it was just that as far as he knew, his master did not have any foretelling ability. Yes, he was indeed a capable warlock, maybe even unmatched among his peers, but if his memory was not failing him yet, during his years of living with Eugene, the talking tomcat also never heard of the other party having a premonition before.

Of course. "Miss Hwang, please keep your mouth shut and don't spoil our grandson's event," Mike said defending Khan's pride. Miss Hwang smiled. "I don't intend to damage it, and I also don't want to linger on this weightless event. Just don't even one of you, dare to insult my master," said Ms. Hwang as she walked out. All fell silent and wondered, who is the master he was referring to? The guests looked at Jeremy Mose and Esmeralda.

He asked in a cold voice. So, her name was Gillian. Definitely suits her attitude. Turning to me, face contorting in resentment and anger, she said in a voice laced with anger "What are you still doing here you slutty maid, go make breakfast". "Stay kitten". Damon ordered me. "She doesn't work for you, Gillian. She's mine". He said the *mine* like he meant a different thing entirely. "you have no right to order her around". Gillian gasped at that but he wasn't yet done. "Get yourself out of my house right this minute". He added in a cold voice.