Novel & Cerita Master Of The Dark Arts

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

But for the first time in five years, I felt the cold, hard walls of my sanctuary closing in. “He loves me,” I said, my voice barely audible. “He saved me.” I picked up my brush, intending to fix the smudge, but my hand was shaking. I looked out the window, past the gates, toward the city where Daniel was currently ruling his empire. Lobbyists. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the color of the lilies—a pale, sickly white. The masterpiece was still there, but the stain had begun to spread. “Masterpiece,” I whispered, the word tasting like ash in my mouth.

The master, with a dark look in his eyes, coughed heavily and recited the spell again. Actually brainwashing the souls. Just kidding, this brainwashing won't work at all. Several black mists came straight at him! That attitude was like he was going to take down the whole camp with him! Cesar also saw it, his face that was originally smiling suddenly froze, and he turned to look to the side, "Master, how did these things come over here!" I've been cultivating for so many years. He also encountered this situation for the first time. The master's eyes were wide open.

Arya knew she couldn’t say the truth, that she bought it to embarrass the butler. “I wanted to look pretty for you Master.” Arya blushed, she felt so embarrassed. Her master smiled slightly, he looked pleased. “I will reward you my little Omega for trying to please me. Sit on the chair.” He pointed at his comfortable chair and as soon as she sat down he spread her legs and placed them on the armrest. That position made Arya feel ashamed, her Master placed himself between her legs. Arya was so shocked that she closed her eyes and concentrated on Masers touching the inner part of her tights. One of his fingers slid under the delicate fabric of her panties and it was pulled aside revealing her

The aura he possessed at that point was that of a powerful ruler, a king. What his eyes searched for was absolutely nothing but what his thoughts held were inconceivable. He knew that this was the last time he was going to be a free man. He knew that the moment he leaves the mansion, his entire being would be dedicated to nothing else but the country. He is Nolan Armstrong, the Imperial ruler of the east, and a ruler he shall remain. It is his life, his heritage. His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside.

Chapter 8: The Dark Rules The dark lord's chilling words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease crawl under my skin. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Now, Laura, let's make something clear," he began, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You're under my control now. You will obey my rules, without question." I squared my shoulders, refusing to show any signs of weakness. "And if I refuse?"

I said. "Let's start with them so I don't have any surprises sneaking up on me from behind." He told me to lead him to where they were. I led him to the dungeon and he crowded close behind me as he told me to open the door. Opening the door, Mistress Dark was seated in her favorite chair with the guy slave undergoing more pussy licking training. She had on a bustier. Everyone else was buck naked. Rose and Slut were fastening the other two slaves in training to St. Andrew's crosses, facing outward. Mistress Dark looked up, saw me with a police officer standing behind me with a gun pointed at them. She told the guy to stop licking her and remain still, for everyone to remain calm.

"While others are just to serve some purpose." "All my slaves have tasted my cock one way or the other," Damon bragged. "And I have over fifty of them. They are strictly for pleasure and punishment." There was a time when I fucked and flogged my slaves as the same time. It used to be an heightened form of ecstacy. "What is the decision?" I cut in. They all went with Maureen. "What is this show of gratitude?" I asked. "Make him a favorite," Damon said. "I don't keep favorites," I said.