Master Of None Novels & Stories

Zuna informed me and I glanced at her, dinner is the last thing on my mind. I feel this anger burning deeply in me, I am so mad at him but I don't understand why. This is a contract relationship I don't have the right to feel all this. "Master is back," Zuna announced and I turned in the direction of the door, waiting for him to walk in. "Good evening Master," I heard some maids greet him as the door opened and he stepped in. Xander ignored them and headed upstairs as usual but he stopped when he noticed something, he turned in my direction.

“I guess you’ll finally be free from Alpha Darien! He won’t have your time anymore!” I blinked at her. “What…what do you mean?” I mumbled, pulling open the fridge and pretending to focus on its contents. “You haven’t heard?” Rhea, another of the maid chimed in. I shook my head. “Alpha Darien is getting married,” Briane said, almost singing. I froze. My fingers clutched the fridge door mid-air. I turned to them slowly, heart thudding. “What did you just say?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Master is getting married!”

No way she could. The Master… Matteo. She quickly turned back to her work, before anyone saw her. She couldn’t understand why The Master hadn’t looked her way. Ever. He was…he acted as if she didn’t exist. Yet, a part of her brought the reminder that The Master hardly ever acknowledged his workers. They all didn’t deserve his attention, but still, she wished he would just look her way. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it? By all accounts, The Master liked his women curvy. Once you were a lady and you were pretty with a nice body, eureka! That was it. You had secured a space on his bed.

Brianna asked, "turn it into a FaceTime call?" "Sure," Master said. "Let me hang up and FaceTime Zoe right back." "Please do." Master hung up and we went downstairs. He started the call. Then while Lisa held the camera, Master hooked me up to all the bondage stations he'd created on the bed frame. One after the other. Naturally, as he did so, I became soaking wet, slave slut that I was. I think the others could see the evidence of my arousal as he posed me. He left me hanging on the St. Andrews cross which pulled out from under the bed when he'd finished demonstrating.

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

“Master knows that your wife and daughter have an expert protecting them, so he’s not that foolish. Let me tell you a secret. Master has recently been infatuated with a movie star. Especially when he unintentionally saw the concert your Khanh City’s city center hosted during its opening, he was instantly captivated by that lass named Snow Fenner. “Master really likes this Snow Fenner, and you should know that the women Master likes, he would never allow anyone to taint them mentally. But this Snow girl is too popular recently, and Master can’t stop people from liking her. Since that’s the case, he’s thinking of destroying her altogether.”

Very soon Janice, I will make sure you say the word *Master* without any hitch. Janice POV I can't believe this is what my life has become, I now kneel and call a man who is supposed to be in my book *Master* ugh, I feel like puking. I knelt down like the obedient slave that Ethan expects me to, and watch him eat.... My stomach grumbled for food, fuck! I haven't eating since last nigh... and this idiot here is having fun munching on my food. Food I brought with my own money.

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.