Master Collection Volume 2 Novels & Stories

Since Master had no particular problems with me and a woman, as proven by Mistress Dark, I decided I'd probably go through with it, though I was still pondering how I should go about it. I should have done it at the first store we stopped at. The sales clerk was a woman, young, tattooed and pierced and looked like she'd welcome some adventure. But, I was still too nervous, too ashamed, to jump right into it. I would have to work myself up to doing it. While there, Master purchased several pair of thigh high stockings, red, black, white, nude, purple, and net. He purchased a strappy, leather something or other which was nothing more than lots of leather straps crisscrossing my body and leavin

“There is nowhere in Darkholme you can go that you can’t be found. This is the Masters’ home. Each of them will claim their portion of tribute. Without it, they will not be able to join with the welding.” “Can the Masters reserve their part of the tribute?” He looked at me with a confused expression again. “Reserve?” “Yes. Can they choose particular people as exclusive to them?” “They can,” said 288. “Master Cheng has already claimed one of the females as his.” It made sense that Cheng would pick Mandy. The other Masters probably assumed he had a taste for big boobs (which he did, although not in the way they thought). If he could make a claim on the rest of us, we might not get swept up in

More Intense. More intimate. More Sexual. As though the club itself understood who was worthy of ascending further into Master Steele’s world. According to Master Damian, the third floor had been designed personally by Steele over several years, every detail obsessively curated to embody luxury, power, seduction, and control without ever becoming vulgar. Unlike the main dungeon below, which pulsed with energy and spectacle, the upper floor carried something slower. More dangerous. Arousal wrapped in elegance.

“How you made me bleed? How you nearly cost me my life? But yet, your master let it slide like it was a norm for a student to attack a master," Bryce’s stomach twisted but he remained mute. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, but Klaus’s words burrowed into him. The master’s voice lowered, darkened, dripping with promise. “Tonight, I’ll return the favor. I’ll fuck you until you beg death to take you. And when you do, when your body breaks and your voice shreds, I’ll finish what you started.” His eyes gleamed, cruel and alive. “I’ll slash your cock clean off, the way you did to me.”