Masterpiece 2 Novels & Stories

"Just bare with Master Eugene, in the meantime. He is quite grumpy at times, but he is not always like that. He is really a nice man, believe me." Jorah said in his master defense while he tried his best to move the burnt casserole over the gas range towards the empty countertop. The casserole was almost as big as the size of the cat's body itself so the other party was having a hard time carrying it. Seeing this, Abby came to his rescue.

She smirk and she have become a different person in a spam of second. “and I doubt that you’re serious with her. You did it with her why not do it with me?” My brows creased and my heartbeat become fast not because I’m thrilled but nervous. She definitely has a resemblance with Emily and I hate it that I can see Emily from her when we were still hiding the fact that we’re sleeping together secretly. She smirk and walk close to me and hold both of the handle in the swivel chair locking me in place. “Make me your mistress Arthur.” She whisper and her face close to me.

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

Maestro: Life couldn't get any better than it is now. I'm married to my best friend even though that women can drive me insane. And soon our little girl will be here. Let's just say that i'm more scared about having a daughter than dealing with my hormonal wife. Right now we are laying in bed. Well i'm laying she is knocked out. I guess that happens after your husband fucks you good and give you muliple orgasms while seven months along. Oh well she did go to bed with a smile on her face.

Madame Beatrice stared at me. I stared back. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I have worked in this mansion for over thirty years." That sounded like a warning. "In those thirty years, I have seen dozens of personal maids." Definitely a warning. "Not one of them talked back to Young Master Terrence." I scratched my cheek. "Well..." "Not one." "I understand." "Not even once." "Yes, ma'am." She shook her head.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

To hold the heart of someone who looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. She should hold onto him tightly—because I wasn’t sure what I’d do if given the chance to take him. He was a masterpiece. An artwork carved from seduction and destruction. From the way his dark curls faded at the sides to the sinful curve of his lips, lips I wanted to feel on every inch of my skin. My gaze fell to his strong arms. The way they flexed as he handled the wheel. The way I knew they could hold me in place. Pin me down. Choke me….

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.