Master Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “Good.” He continued. “If you want me to slow down, you say yellow. If you want everything to stop, you say red.” Anita's expression softened slightly. “Red means everything stops?” “Immediately.” “No arguing?” “No.” “No telling me I'm ruining the mood?” Andrew's eyes hardened. “Never.” That answer settled something inside her. Anita nodded again. “Okay.” Andrew held her gaze. “I need the words.” “I understand.” “And?” Anita smiled faintly. “Yellow means slow down. Red means stop.”

I saw stars behind my eyelids, my mouth open in a soundless wail of ecstasy and guilt. For a long moment, there was only the pounding of my heart and the feel of him, spent and heavy, inside me. He stayed there for a few seconds, catching his breath. Then, after one more slow, erotic thrust, he pulled out. I felt the empty ache, followed by the warm trickle of our combined fluids flowing down my used cunt. Just then, Mark’s phone buzzed loudly and I jerked my head to him. He cursed under his breath. “Damn it. I’m so sorry, Jen, Doctor. It’s work. The Millbury account—they’re having a crisis meeting now.” He sounded genuinely distressed. “I have to go. It’s the biggest client at the firm.”

I slid across the sheets and knelt between his legs, already dripping again. He grabbed my hair and tilted my chin up. “First rule,” he said, voice commanding. “When I give you a command, you obey without hesitation. If you need a break, you say the safeword: red. If you want me to slow down, say yellow. Anything else…” He smirked. “Means keep going.” “Yes, Daddy.” “Second rule: You ask permission before touching yourself.” My thighs clenched. “Third: You speak when spoken to, unless I give you permission to talk.”

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OFFICE AFFAIR WITH MY MARRIED BOSS PT 7 The conference room lights were still on at eight-forty, bright and unforgiving against the darkening windows. Whiteboards along the walls carried the day’s strategy notes in Dominic’s precise handwriting—timelines, risk flags, arrows pointing to next-quarter targets. Two open laptops glowed on the long table beside a half-empty water bottle and a scatter of printed slides. The rest of the floor had gone quiet an hour earlier; only the low hum of the building’s air system and the occasional distant elevator chime remained.

I could ride this man until my knees gave out, and I would enjoy every second of it. Fuck. I’m fantasising about fucking my boss. Before, I could only imagine myself throwing files at his head, but now, I can see myself on his dick, under him, beside him... “What are you called?” I ask, my eyes lifting to his. He swallows, “Alexander Voss, Ma’am.” Ma’am? I bend over and slap his ass, my hand stinging from his touch. “It’s Mistress,” I correct him, my voice firm. “Say it.”

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

Austin ordered but Eliot shook his head. “Am afraid that won’t do alpha, the alpha ran all the way from his pack to get here in time, he says the matter is urgent and that he must talk to you immediately.” Austin was alarmed by this and he stood up. “Send them in.” he ordered, and his beta went out for a few minutes then came back with the alpha. “Alpha Austin, I am sorry for budging into your pack like this, but the matter is quite urgent and could not wait.” The alpha informed.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)