Master Daddy Novels & Stories

He fondled me while humping in and out of my wet pussy. “Damn it, so wet, Miss Reina, I am your master!” He screamed. I nodded at him. “Um, yeah! My boss! My Master Cullen!” I screamed so hard and followed our moans. “Ugh, ahhh, ahhhh, ohhh, ahhh, ugh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!” I was screaming due to pleasure. Suddenly Cullen Lee stopped from thrusting. “Why? Why are you stopping? Fuck me to death, Master!” I demanded. I do not want this to stop.

Both patiently waiting for the time. That is if there ever would be such a time. "Ah...yes, and don't forget East Gates seems to have the most beautiful slaves and handsome warriors. However, did you do that Xrysos? I envy you." Dominic the firstborn son and the Lord over the House Of Sells business since their father stepped down three years ago. Dominic was also of the same age as Xrysos a great friend and a very fine man. He is married with two sons and the first son was seated alongside his father.

“It’s been a while since we had bonding time in the bath. You can take that time to unwind and finish up what you need for work. Don’t pull an all-nighter again. I need you at your top form for tomorrow’s battlefield. The old bastards won’t make it easy for me because they have more shares than me in the company.” Hearing that, Favian shot his boss a glare. “As an alpha, you should be able to handle those old fools. Silence them if you must, with or without me. Bath time is not an excuse to escape your duties tomorrow. I’m not always going to be able to play the bad cop. You have to do it sometimes too, or people will start to think you’re a pushover.” Richard wanted to retort that he actual

she hissed, but her voice trembled. My phone rang on the desk, cutting through the tension like a gunshot. I snatched it up without looking, chest still heaving, vision red. I ran my fingers through my now sweaty hair and growled. “ What!? “ The voice on the other end was calm, professional. “Mr. Salvatore? Your grandfather is awake. He wants to see you. Now.” —————

I stood up from the chair because I thought I was supposed to but he stopped me. “Did I ask you to stand?” “No.” “Then wait till I tell you what to do before doing anything. And if you try to do anything without my permission, you’re getting punished!” I nodded slowly. I watched him take off his shirt, then his pants till I could see his erect manhood. It looked so hard, he caught me looking and grinned. He stood me up and made me kneel on the chair. Then he stuck his fingers inside me, moving them in and out at a very fast pace.

He explained. I laughed lightly and shook my head. “Yeah, it is. She's crazy about strawberry. I really don't get the hype though.” I said. He turned to give me a look that said ‘are you crazy?’ “What do you mean? Strawberry happens to be a personal favorite of mine as well. Your daughter knows good stuff.” He praised. I burst into laughter unable to help it. The cold and ruthless billionaire CEO Damon Blackwell's favorite flavor is strawberry. What an irony.

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."

Fine wrinkles had appeared around his eyes, but there was only gentleness in them. "I may not be educated, but I can tell the difference between an act and genuine sincerity. Mr. Foster is a good man. The fact that you were able to help him is a blessing for our family." Mom and I both froze. So Dad had known all along. "Dad..." My nose stung. "That's enough. No need to thank anyone. Arthur, keep teaching Olivia properly. And make sure every penny we owe Mr. Foster gets paid back." Just then, a black Maybach rolled to a stop in front of us.

“My grandpa got him…” Zachary’s gaze was a little fervent. He and his father worked in the city and had heard of some amazing people that others called fighters. The best ones were called masters, and according to his father, master fighters were respected everywhere! Regular people could hardly commission a master even with money, as one needed a favor to do that. … Meanwhile, in Whillown… Leonardo ran back and dashed straight to where his father was. “Dad! Save me, dad!”

A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him. Certainly, all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.