I Am Your Master Novels & Stories

“I wanted to see you at Meadows Group, but I ran into Mom and Dad outside the house. They said they were the ones who took you to the airport, so I knew I’d be too late to catch you. What about you? When did you realize you had fallen in love with me?” “Even if I tell you, you wouldn’t believe me anyway.” “Why wouldn’t I? That’s so unfair! Come on, tell me!” “Let’s just eat. You’ll be pleasing your master after this.” I faked a laugh. "Master? Keep dreaming! We don’t have a contract anymore. I’m not your slave." “What are you, then?” “I’m the master now. From this point on, I’m your master, and you’re going to be my powerless slave. Got it? What’s wrong? Why so quiet? Don’t like it? Fine, I’

"Master, we want to train our obedience." Laura suddenly held onto me while Camilla crawled under my crotch. "Tonight, we'll serve you well. You're our master. Percy, please let me do this. Otherwise, I will get punished," Tiffany begged before scrambling on all fours toward me. "No way! I have to go!" Right then, Laura let out a sharp cry. "It's not up to you now. Ms. Elledge, get him!" Before I could react, Laura and Camilla pulled my pants down, and Tiffany opened her mouth…

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

I could feel myself being lifted into the air, nothing but a lifeless ragdoll as I felt my body dangle towards the ground. "Let's worry about her for now. She knows something we don't. If it has anything to do with Drakos we could use her against him." Master stated, his words empty and close. He must be the one that is carrying me. They quietly trekked up the dirt path, no longer providing me any useful information. I could feel myself being pulled by my fatigue, slowly dragging me under. The drowning feeling once again returning as I could no longer fight to keep myself awake.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

“I’m trying to please my master.” “Master?” His tone made it clear that he hated this title. “Exactly. You’re my master over here.” Titus pushed her hand away, and his eyes burned with ruthlessness. “If you dare call me master again, I’m going to make you experience hell!” “What am I supposed to call you if not my master? You locked me in here because you want me to be your slave, isn’t it? Don’t worry. No matter what I am in your eyes, you’re my master. I won’t go against whatever you tell me to do. Even if you open the door, I won’t run away.”

#RULE 9: I WILL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY ACTIVITY THAT DOES NOT BENEFIT, PLEASE, OR AMUSE MY MASTER. As I lie bound and gagged on the cold, hard floor of the playroom, my Master stands over me with a stern expression. He’s dressed in his usual black leather attire, accentuating every curve and edge of his muscular form. A smirk forms on his lips as he gazes down at my helpless figure, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.

I didn't know what to feel. He gripped my hair again. "You are MINE. Say it! You are MINE!" "I am yours, Master" I said, quietly. "Whose?" He twisted my hair, making me cry out. "Yours! Master!" "Damn right, I'm your Master. And if I want to share you with every man in this city, every man in this state, I will do it. You're a whore. MY whore. You fuck anyone and everyone I order you to."

"Look at me young lady, I've got a lot of responsibilities and you won't be the reason I slow down. I'll kill without blinking so don't you fucking waste my time with your silly replies and my name leaving your lips. It's Master from your filthy lying mouth!" He roared and I vibrated, shaking in fear. "Yes, Master!"