Mastery Greene Novels & Stories

"OH MY GOD!" To keep fucking with her head, Greg stopped and took his hand off his prick and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed as he pulled her back against his body. "No Karen, you cunt, your god isn't here right now. The one whom you've given your worship for years has abandoned you. I'm your god now. I'm who you will worship. You'll hate it, but your body will come to crave and need to worship me. You'll cum and scream only my name or master from now on. Let me hear you say it. Greg Masters is my Lord and Master. He is my god and I will give him my worship for the rest of my life."

I thought The drive to the underground warehouse was so long .. I parked my car near an oak tree and came down I walked slowly to the house and knocked twice A creeping looking guy looked at me and let me in The place was a little bit dim ..I could hardly see I found my way back stage and saw Moscow "Gud evening boss"he greeted "Yeah...are you guys ready?"I said getting agitated for no reason "Yeah boss..but there's a problem" "What?!"I snapped "Well...the securities is not that tight..and the demand for male slaves is high"he explained

Green is serious about everything he says. “I didn’t know he was the Young Master,” he drawled. Wendy was clearly in a weak position now. He really didn’t dare move, afraid to make an argument. He doesn’t want to lose his job at the Premier, if that happens, he certainly can’t make ends meet, including housing. “Not only that, Young Master is now the owner of Premier, I just completed a transaction with his representative Mr Evans?” “What?” Wendy asked dumbfounded. “The Premier now belongs to the Young Master, didn’t you hear?” Manager Green replied sarcastically.

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

Now it was gone. “Phew, a lot has changed,” I murmured under my breath. Moments later, she returned. “This way, ma’am.” I followed her into the Matron’s office. “Hello, Marie. Nice to see you at Lockwood again.” The woman who greeted me was unfamiliar mid-aged, black, with kind eyes and a well-mannered tone. She rose to shake my hand. “Thank you,” I said cautiously. “You can call me Mrs. Grage,” she introduced quickly.

"Sorry, Ma'am, but I won't do what you tell me—" She slapped me hard, and the crowd gasped in shock. It took only a second before I felt the pain. Someone grabbed my arm away from the public, and tears sprang to my eyes again as I recognized the guy. He was one of the late president's nephews, Lester Agrezor. We stopped under the big Narra tree, and he squeezed my shoulders. "Look at me, Amity," he said in a husky voice. I blinked before looking up at his face. He had an attractive height, probably 5 or 6 inches taller than me. His eyes clouded with worry, staring into mine.

"Congratulations to Jason Mahone, winner of the Annual Technology Innovation Award!" Thunderous applause erupted in the conference room. I stood in the corner again, the code documents in my hands trembling, nearly crushed by my grip. That achievement cost me a year of sleepless nights. It was the honor that the Vice President of the company, Peter Mahone, had personally promised me. Jason—Peter's nephew, who couldn't even write Hello World—was smiling brightly as he went up to accept the award.

Her voice was smug. “Sabrina, do you like this dress? “Aaron had it custom-designed for me by a top designer. There’s only one like it in the world.” I ignored her, but she wasn’t about to give up. She went on. “And these earrings? They’re made by one of the best designers in the world.” I was about to snap at her to back off when I noticed the bracelet on her wrist. My heart instantly sank. It looked exactly like the heirloom bracelet my grandmother, Hannah Saddler, left me before she passed.

“…Wow.” Jane’s heart plummeted. “It’s bad, isn’t it? I knew I shouldn’t......” “Jane,” Mira interjected with a raised eyebrow. Jane tensed. “That’s not bad. That’s instinct. And you can’t teach instinct.” One of the junior designers leaned in closer. “She created that in just one sitting?” Jane could feel her face flush with embarrassment. Mira crossed her arms, studying her with genuine curiosity and admiration. “You really have no idea what you're capable of,” she said softly.

As they neared the training grounds, Emma threw a sharp look over her shoulder. "And don’t even think about touching me," she warned, her voice firm. "Just follow." Gregory chuckled under his breath but obeyed, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. As they entered the training grounds, the pack warriors turned and straightened. Standing among them was Sermon, the new warrior leader. Sermon bowed deeply. "Alpha," he greeted respectfully, nodding first to Gregory before his confused gaze shifted to Emma. Gregory, noticing the look, cleared his throat. "She wants to train."