Maestro Novel Tequila Novels & Stories

I am lost within the pages of my novel again when I hear the Master’s voice next to my ear, “I definitely what to try that one… It looks like it could be fun…” I jump and turn to face him. He chuckles and steps back, holding out his hand. The Master doesn’t have to say anything as I smile and place my hand into his, he then pulls me in for our dance of the morning. I laugh as he swings me around and we move freely around the sitting room. I let out a slight scream as he suddenly picks me up and pulls me into a dominant kiss.

Aaron whispered and became her instant knight shining in armor. At the countertop area, the staff asked the bartender for the best-selling champagne. The bartender smiled and greeted Aaron and Dianna. He made the brink in just three minutes and served it. “Enjoy your drinks.” The bartender said. “Thank you!” Aaron answered. From then, Dianna decided to bring the glass while roaming around the entire resort. She tasted the champagne and shook her head as soon as she realized it rare taste. It was best drink she ever tried. She said, “This is the best!”

Samael asks with a grimace on his face. "Uh..yeah. How else was I supposed to do it?" I ask. "Patron is a sipping tequila; go get some Jose Cuervo if you want shots." He replies, looking slightly annoyed. "Well, I don't take my drinks neat unless it's a shot. How about you do me a favor, mister moody, and make yourself useful by getting me a tequila sunrise?" I ask, waggling my eyebrows at him as I try not to laugh.

he ordered. The Masters had been teaching me drink service. At least this was an easy one. The booze was on a low caddy in the corner. I figured Master Michael wanted the FULL service, so I bent over, sticking my ass out. I could feel their eyes locked onto me. I brought over a silver service tray with two glasses and - carefully - the 30-year old Bowmore. He'd told me how much it cost, so I was always nervous carrying it. I put it on the table in front of Jimbo and poured him two fingers, leaning over so he could see down my blouse.

I smoothed my gown with my hand as I sat on the chair. “What do you care for?” He asked. What do I care for? Do they sell what I care for? If this was my local bar downtown I would have ordered a whiskey shot of Jack Daniel's and a box of pizza and after which I usually buy a hot spicy pot of pork soup. I had to think fast, I'm supposed to act rich. “I'll like some Tequila Ley .925.” I've never drank that drink before. I read about it in a billionaire romance book. It must be expensive; I hope that's enough to make him actually believe I'm from a rich and stable family.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

he uttered with a clear diction and accent. I was a little surprised because he knew this. He’s really rich huh? That even the novice restaurant would recognize him. I reached for the wine he gave and continued to serve on Hugh’s table. When I approached, my heart trembled again. ”Here’sa bottle of Teso La Monja, sir. ” "Cut the crap, Angel." I was taken a back.

She bows and looks at me, but I wave my hand at Ana. “I would like…”Ana pauses and groans loudly, swerving her head around. I knew it, she is here to drink one of those expensive wines her brothers would offer her. “What is it called?” she whispers, twitching her lips. “Masseto.” I jerk my head to the side as Nikolai’s voice pierces the room.

“Where are your other family members, Sir Alfon? Are they not going to dine with us?” “Ah, unfortunately, they are busy, Father, ” the Master quickly replied. He moved to take a bottle of wine in his side of the table, a 1990 Dom Perignon Vintage, and poured a generous amount on Father Marcus’ flute. Marcus watched as pockets of bubbles escaped into the surface of the red liquid. He wasn’t one who takes fine pleasures in drinking wines, but this time, it was an exception having the Master himself pouring it in his empty container. “My youngest, Mehaque, is at school, two of my older daughters are out-of-town, ” Alfon continued, “and my eldest son is...you know...”

It’s a start - sort of. Joe mentioned a certain ‘Maestro’ back when he was in the flurry of wanting to drain my blood. He said something about this Maestro giving me a ‘special treatment.’ Whatever he meant by that, I am certain it has something to do with me being Elijah’s soul mate. If Maestro knew who I was, then maybe I could find out more about me, what I am, and why he’s giving me ‘special treatment.’ ‘Or get yourself killed,’ the annoying voice in my head murmured.