Master Of The House Lyrics Novels & Stories

"What time did you come to my house? Don't pretend to forget, you're my slave now!" "Okay master, I will go home to shower and change clothes, after that, I will go to your house again. Are you satisfied?" "Don't take too long, you promised to massage me, right?" "Are you serious?" "You think I'm kidding?" "Yes, alright!" ***

“Such a horny slave, you must know who owns you.” Chloe nodded fervently, almost trembling. “I belong to you… master… all of me… everything…” A predatory smile spread across his lips. “Good… very good. That’s it… That’s exactly how you should feel. Such a perfect little slave. So ready… so obedient… every part of you is mine, and I will make you feel it… every moment…” His teeth grazed her throat again, sharper this time, the threat of the bite lingering between them like a promise. Chloe’s head fell back against his shoulder, her body arching into his touch, breathless, “Yes, Master,” spilling from her lips.

Master states, which surprises me. "She's my pet, and she will do what I say. If I want her to fuck all your men, she will. She signed the consent allowing me to have full control, for us to have full control. I haven't even started having fun with her yet, baby. I'm letting her adjust. Now be a good boy and fuck my pet." "You're lucky I love you, gorgeous." Master tells his wife before he slams his cock into me, "Holy fuck, she's tight!"

“I’m gonna eat my breakfast upstairs before your bitchiness erases my appetite.” His eyes widened like that insult wouldn’t fly. “I may be your lover at night, but as long as the sun is up, I’m the master of this house. You don’t question me like you have rights. Our situation hasn’t changed despite what we do in the bedroom. You’re my prisoner—and prisoners do as they’re told.”

they pleaded, tears streaming down their faces. "You're on mining duties," Master decreed, his voice devoid of empathy as he dragged me back inside the house. I was still reeling from the violence I had witnessed, my anger simmering beneath the surface. Master's eyes locked onto mine, a mocking glint in their depths. "That's it, no thank you, Master?" he taunted, his smirk infuriating me. I bowed my head, forcing out a meek "Thank you, Master" while seething with rage and a desire to defy him.

My legs splayed out, one resting on the top of the couch and the other firmly planted on the floor. I slid my fingers down to my pussy. One finger entered my folds before rubbing my warm juices on my clit. My other hand went to my breast and began to massage it. “Your body is mine to do with as I please, Marissa. From now on, I will only call you Slave, because that’s what you will be.” His words ran over my body before reaching my ears, leaving heat in their wake. My cunt started to swell as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who was now my Master.

MYRA The moment we left Young Master's room, Madame Beatrice stopped walking and turned toward me. I immediately knew what was coming. "You are unbelievable." I blinked. "Ma'am?" "You talked back to the Young Master." The disappointment in her voice should have made me feel guilty. Instead, I noticed something strange. She looked more surprised than angry. "I apologize." "You called him a rude billionaire." I cleared my throat. "Technically, I only defended myself." Madame Beatrice stared at me.

Rose quickly raised her hand and shake them, “No no, of course not. I was not comparing your house to anyone… I was just surprised that you have colored your house black.” The master turned his head to his mansion that was almost completely pitch black. He rubbed his cheeks in reluctance, “I wasn’t the one who chose it to be black. There weren’t too many items we could use to build the mansion and I wanted others to have a prettier one, resulting to me acquiring only black woods.”

“You sit in your grand halls while we take your every order, never questioning those that hold the keys, the keys to our life, But no longer will we serve, We will not bend, We will not fall, Your wrath cannot find us here, We are free, We are free, Free to choose our own way, We’ve been slaves for far too long, Yes sir, Of course Ma’am Whatever you say, But times have changed, We are equal, So go ahead, Go ahead, Break the chains that bind us, Chains that bind us, Then we can be free,

"That woman is so insolent, Don Ariani! She had the nerve to use your first name just a second ago, so I was just about to tear her apart for you, Don Ariani!" "E-Edoardo…" I forced the name out through the pain, my voice a raspy whisper. I raised my head, meeting his gaze despite the blood trailing down my face. I looked at the man the world feared and gave a faint, chilling laugh. "Is this how you greet your master after not seeing each other for seven years?"