Mastery By George Leonard Novels & Stories

I calmly wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, already contemplating a dozen different ways to train that mutt of mine. Edoardo was a mutt I had abandoned years back. He might have forgotten his place, but I knew exactly how to make him heel once he saw his master again. Those around her wouldn't even be a challenge to her then. "Get on your knees and apologize to Tiziana this instant!" Gina, face drained of color, lunged at me and kicked the back of my knees hard. I could feel my knees buckling from the blow, but I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to fall, keeping my posture rigid and upright.

Serena. The sun dips low, casting a golden hue over the camp, but my world feels anything but warm. I stand in the training ring, a wooden sword clutched in my grip, facing Luther. The ground beneath me is firm, yet I feel like I’m standing on jelly. “Focus,” Luther commands. “You’re slower than I remember, you good?.” I scowl. “I’m fine.” He lunges. I dodge, barely, my counterstrike lacks force. He sidesteps, easily knocking my sword aside, then grabs my wrist, twisting my arm behind my back in a move too quick to counter.

"Master Leonidas, I just do not want to cause trouble for your throne. Our wolves are not a good match..." "We match perfectly," Leonidas says, cutting me off as he walks toward my washing pool. "The size of our bodies and the rhythm of our wolves fit just right." The wood door slams shut, and I hear the splash of the well water inside. I stand there like a dumb pup for three seconds before my brain understands his dirty words. Size and rhythm... Oh, my Goddess! Is this really the language of the grand master of the Argyros Alpha Dominion? He is supposed to be a cold, scary king, not a wild beast saying things that make my whole face turn bright red!

"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.

With his eyes still on mine, he continued his journey. It was a good thing there was a divider that separated us from the driver. When Damon got to his price, his fingers traced my clit through my wet panties and a whimper escaped my lips. Thereafter, he retrieved his hand, smirking. "Welcome to Paris, baby". He announced just as the car came to a stop at the front of a gigantic building that screamed luxury, even from the outside. The words, *De Laurentis* all in shiny letters were glittering at the top of the building, for all to see.

"Huh? How did you know that, master???" Jorah inquired with his whiskers twitching at both sides due to his utter confusion. It was not that he suspected that his master was trying to bluff in anyway, but it was just that as far as he knew, his master did not have any foretelling ability. Yes, he was indeed a capable warlock, maybe even unmatched among his peers, but if his memory was not failing him yet, during his years of living with Eugene, the talking tomcat also never heard of the other party having a premonition before.

I'm afraid that the more I say the word *master* the more I get used to it. "Yes, this is another gift for your slave." He stretched a gift wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. I walked over to where he was, and took the gift from him. I grimaced staring at the box, merely looking at the colour of the wrapping paper, I could tell this gift isn't something I would appreciate. "Well... Open it." He becokned on me with his hand. I sighed then unwrapped the gift, a book was actually in it. I read the title of the book, *50 ways, a slave could serve her master* what in the world is this.

We have an upcoming group report, and the group agreed to have a meetup on that day. To: ♥ My Master ♥ Master? To: ♥ My Master ♥ Master Jasson! She bombarded him with text messages. "Haist!" She threw the gadget phone she was holding in exasperation and fortunately it fell on the thick carpet of the room. "He'll probably come home tomorrow. But what if he doesn't? I've been here for weeks, and that man hasn't come home once! Sssss! He's definitely indulging with ladies who have bigger bosoms!" she snorted as she examined her chest.

They were all in the gymnasium, and it was a chance for me to work without distractions. After reading the documents, I put my pen on the table and relaxed my back on the chair. As I closed my eyes, I saw the late president's face. The pain became unbearable, so I let the tears spill down my cheeks until my eyes grew heavy. A peal of loud laughter woke me up. Ms. Baltazar's table was surrounded by our co-teachers, grinning from ear to ear as if something exciting had happened. "I almost asked him if he's still single. Thank God, I got ahold of myself!" Ms. Baltazar said, her cheeks were bright red.

‘That… That’s impossible! Master has achieved the Three Treasures Integration, the Five Spirits Integration, the Limitless Body, and the Ultimate Serenity. He can even fuse the Wuia Palace’s Four Treasures of Nothingness and wield all eighty halls’ powers. Moreover, Master possesses the Caeloros Supreme’s Cultivation Heart. With all that combined, his power would be equivalent to that of a Caeloros God. He would be completely unbeatable in the Haleth Realm,’ Lesia pondered.