Master And Commander Author Novels & Stories

It startled Claret, and a shiver ran down her spine simultaneously as if that man had seen right through her thoughts. Claret hurriedly picked up the new clothes and put them on obediently. She said, “Thank you, Young Master, for your assistance just now, but I heard that Master Argo is the sixth in command of Storm Corps, and he wields a great deal of power in Hathe City. So, Young Master…” Before Claret could finish, Young Master Vladimir interrupted her coldly. “Music!” As he order, the familiar music suddenly sounded in the room. Claret stood on the spot. She was a little at a loss.

As if I really had been born with this name, and the world had accepted it without question. “This is impossible,” I muttered, staring at the papers. “You made all this overnight?” The man only gave a faint smile. “A Master’s command is not something to delay. Human time doesn’t matter when you know how to fold it.” I glanced at Ash. He shrugged. His proud smile was the best way to praise Lorne in front of me. “A command is a command.” I closed my eyes for a moment and inhaled. It felt like being wrapped in a dark cloak I hadn’t dared touch before.

The command was a surprise for some reason even though I should have known to expect it. I felt my mouth drop. "What?" "You heard me, little sub. Take off all your clothes. Let me know when you're done," he growled. It was gentle more with desire rather than menace as if he couldn't wait for what was going to happen. It sent shivers down my spine and the sub in me did a little dance. My Master was giving me a command and I felt myself grow wet at just the tone of his voice. I wanted to protest. Surely, we could wait until we were together again. But I could tell by the firmness in his tone that he was not willing to wait another moment.

Monkey suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, “My God, brother Mousak, do you think Fane killed all those masters?” “How is this possible?” Mousak smiled indifferently, “I heard this rascal was just a commander. His combat skills indeed can be good, but it is not that strong. As our master said, this rascal has a good relationship with the King of War and the God of War. He most likely had help.” Mousak paused before continuing, “Two days ago, the master was just telling me about that rascal. The conclusion was that we don’t have any evidence but we really don’t want to offend nor provoke him!”

Master said, "but I want to cool off in that spring. You'll excuse me if I strip off. No one brought a suit." "No, go ahead," Sarah said. Sarah watched with interest when Master took off his clothes. I think she wondered if he had a magic dick since we'd both agreed to be his sex slaves and seemed to be loving it so much. Master does have a lovely cock, but it wasn't the biggest I'd had in my mouth, or even my cunt, since Jerry was wider than Master, if not longer. Lisa had the Strong boys in her, packed so tight it looked like she was giving birth and Marcus, the delivery person might have had the largest cock of all. Still it was a wonderful cock and he did know how to use it to our advant

“Don’t lose that focus now.” Jax gave a short nod and closed his bedroom door and stood there for a moment in the quiet. The earlier conversation still sat with him. He waited for the usual urge to grab his phone and check the team chat or Ethan’s name, but it didn’t come as strongly as before. Instead he walked to the small shelf where Gerald had left two paperbacks days earlier. He had ignored them until now. One title dealt with emotional regulation, the other focused on managing competitive anger. Jax picked both up, sat on the edge of the bed, and opened the first one without much confidence.

"I don't make offers to my slaves, Jon. I tell them what needs to be done and they do it." "Well said, my lord. What would you like for breakfast?" "Eggs and bacon. And a female slave to feed me." "As you wish, my lord.' I ended up eating more of the slave than even the food. There was something suddenly off. I wasn't enjoying the sex anymore. There was less pleasure and all I wanted was to thrust as deep as I could until I came. I just could not take my mind off that slave boy.

“I know you want this. You want to rip this shirt off my body, and fuck me into this chair.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to erase the image as I fought my body’s natural instinct. My cock was as hard as a fucking rock as I sat there imagining what it will feel like sucking her breasts into my mouth. "You should stop!" "I like how you command me. It turns me on. Keep doing that and I might just come quick. Command me." She begged. Her words replayed in my head. She fucking likes it when I tell her what to do?

“Oh master.. Yes master “She tried to press her thighs together but the cuff drew her legs back open. Tears streamed down her cheeks as pleasure overwhelmed her. “You like how I suck you, huh? You like how I fucking lick you clean yeah?” “Oh yes Master! Fuck master… right,” Amelia exclaimed and Maximo felt her pussy clenched hard around his fingers and her clit throbbing against his tongue. “Oh Master i am going to cum.” she yelled and he moaned eating her pussy well and moaning at the sweetness, his beard scratching the down part of her pussy and making her go crazy. . “Umm… sugar… you do not have my permission to cum.” “Hell no!” she cried frustrated. “Do not deprive me master. please.”

The iron commander announced with a brittle tone as he stepped into the slave cabin where the captured slaves were. The iron commander was a middle age man with unkempt grey hair and a beard. He had terrifying brown eyes, his teeth brown and disgusting and his voice croaked and sounded like that of a frog. What he lacked in height, he made up for with his size, and his pot belly was bigger than any Mia had seen before. He commanded the slaves in the lower cabin that paddled the ship towards the course it needed to go. He was also very strict and hated any form of rebellion. In the last three weeks, she had seen seven slaves die to the hard and cruel treatment and their bodies were thrown off