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Probably to threaten you with them whenever you try to disobey him. My inner self was said in her mocking tone. I saw how the corner of his lips turned up after hearing me but I could see he was going to say something more to show off his supremacy over me. "I'm still not convinced but if you start your sentence with a Master phrase maybe then you have a little chance," he said with a cocky smile on his face. I balled my fist in anger. He is taking advantage of the situation to make me call him master. Nina, look at the wider picture once you have those power of attorney papers in your hands you can kick the master out of him.

It was only when one of them returned to clear the table that I gathered the courage to ask, “Is this all for me?” She paused, like she hadn’t expected me to speak. Then she nodded. “Master’s orders.” Master. The word crawled down my spine like a chill. I nodded, but the name clung to my skin like a bruise. For some reason anytime I heard it my brain assumed I was the slave. For a master to exist there has to be a slave, or isn’t that right? After breakfast, I roamed. The penthouse was quiet, way too quiet. With no signs of footsteps or voices. Just the distant hum of the city I was no longer a part of.

"The Master confiscated it." I stared at her. "He what?" "He said she was disturbing the peace of the house." Despite myself, I burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, what?" She nodded earnestly. "Apparently, she used to play music very loudly." I laughed even harder. "Of course she did." "The Master eventually took the player away." "That's ridiculous." "He said the house wasn't a nightclub." I could practically hear Niccolò saying those exact words. Somehow, that made the entire story even funnier. Then the realization struck me. The cassette player was currently in his possession.

Dante was a man who lived by rules, but for Scarlett, he broke them again and again during the "Month of No Masters." The night of the party, he never returned to the apartment. I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Manhattan, and in a way, it was peaceful. Time seemed to slow as I methodically erased all traces of us from the penthouse apartment. I called the family's legal advisor on his encrypted line. Within forty-eight hours, I initiated the liquidation process for all our joint assets.

I go completely still. Not master

Every person in this house moved as though one wrong step could cost them dearly. Letty stepped out, Thraia following after her, and the remaining maids entered in silence. They closed the doors, lined themselves before me, and once again lowered their heads. “You can raise your heads,” I said, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the ritual. “I am not someone who requires that.” The maid closest to me answered carefully. “The Master instructed us to treat you as the woman of this house, Miss. We cannot do otherwise.” I stared at her. The woman of this house.

And your slut in all ways Master R: with shock... No... I am not going to say all this... I am not what you are saying... No, I will never say this... S: feisty ha... okk let just order my men to fire a shot... R: (In horror).... no... plz... noooooo S: so repeat as I said... R: (not able to look at his face ... gazing at her feet and repeated)... I am your slave... Your submissive and you... Your s... sl... slut Masterrrrr

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?

now, I would never be able to get him ready. Damon hissed low under his throat and faced the door, with slow agonizing steps Damon found himself practically sprinting out from his Master's bedroom. The door seems too far to reach, and for the first time in a long while, Damon hates his Master's bedroom for being so big. Finally, he made it, one hand pressed tightly on the handle. Freedom at last. "Damon!" Lord Xrysos called. No! Lord Xrysos's voice always did things to him that until this day he was yet to get the hang of it. He was this close to escaping.

Robert's father makes me get up from his son's dick by taking me by the neck and says, “I am the Master.” I wonder what Robert is thinking but I just see him extremely excited and wanting to get on the power's side, the father's side. The Master's cock seems gigantic. It is like a dolphin ready to dive into me. He pushes me towards the couch and lifts my legs up. He is on me like an animal, breathing heavily in my ear and pushing, pushing, pushing.