I Am Your Master Novels & Stories

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

As he wraps his arms around me, I whisper into his chest, “I’m sorry Master.” “Shh… It’s okay, my pet…” I then hear the door open again and see Finn walk back in. I freeze and tense in the Master’s arms once again. As the door closes and I hear that click, I panic and struggle against the Master once more whimpering, “No, no, no, please… Master…” My vision goes blurry with the tears flooding them and I can’t breathe. I struggle more and more, as it seems like the Master’s arms are getting tighter and tighter around me. I look up at the Master once more. My vision then darkens as I collapse into his arms.

And your slut in all ways Master R: with shock... No... I am not going to say all this... I am not what you are saying... No, I will never say this... S: feisty ha... okk let just order my men to fire a shot... R: (In horror).... no... plz... noooooo S: so repeat as I said... R: (not able to look at his face ... gazing at her feet and repeated)... I am your slave... Your submissive and you... Your s... sl... slut Masterrrrr

“Your Master is so hard! It's hard to adopt! ” "Do you want to see and die?" Should I still ask that? At the same time, he pointed to the bond ring I was wearing. “It's only a matter of time before the crystal becomes black! If you do not find a way, it may be too late. ” "What am I going to do?" Tarantang chimay naman ako !!!

“Good. Now, you’ll tell me everything you know about this pack. Not just gossip. I want secrets. Hidden truths. Maps. Weaknesses. All of them. I’ll be facing Lazhara in the arena soon. So I need every information. Every single thing you know that could be used to conquer her.” They nodded, obedient and eager to please. “But first, a final correction,” I paused, letting silence bite. “You’ll no longer call me Ian.” I stepped closer, a newfound authority surging through me. “From this moment on… you call me Master Ian. I am not your equal. I am not your victim.” “I. Am. Your. Superior.” And this time, they didn’t argue. They bowed their heads. And said in unison, “Yes, Master Ian.”

“I’m not a fucking whore.” I stepped forward and then she looked at me. Really looked at me. Not like she expected. I wasn’t wearing the monster mask she imagined. No scars, no chains, just power, quiet, cold, and absolute. She blinked once. Then again. Then straightened her spine. Then repeated “Don’t touch me” I could’ve laughed. But I didn’t. “I am your master,” I told her, voice low and calm. “I own you and you will accept everything I do to you. Until your father pays what he owes, or until you give me an heir, you are mine.”

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

Mr Reyes smiled at her action. “Stay where you are.” She said loudly. “Watch me.” Arya slowly started to touch herself, keeping her eyes in contact with the Master. She smirked a bit when her hand slid between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. “Now touch yourself I want to see it.” Her eyes were now fixed on his erect manhood. “You are forgetting yourself Omega, I’m the Master.” He smiled getting up. “I have to say it was quite refreshing to follow your orders for a bit, but I crave something more than my own hand. I know I went harsh on you yesterday so use your mouth now.”

A long moment ticked by then and finally I forced my eyes to raise up and meet his. His eyes were rageful and I found myself mesmerized by the passion that I saw in them. “If you ever run away like that again, I will not come after you. Do you understand this?” “Yes.” I whispered before adding, “I’ll never do it again. I… I promise.” With saying that I watched a lot of the rage drain away from him. Pointing a finger at me he said, “I am your Master.” I nodded. “You do what I say when I say.”

"Look at me, Ivy," he rasped, pinning her wrists to the stone mantle, his body a searing weight that anchored her to the present. "I want you to feel the depth of this obsession. I want you to remember the way my hands feel when they own you, so that when you’re hiding, when you’re waiting for me to come for you, you don't forget who your Master is."