Mr Masters Novels & Stories

“don’t worry about it Sarah and I want you to stay, it’s not easy to find a nanny who takes care of the family like you do, besides I need you to take baby John to the hospital tomorrow, “ she said with sarcasm but at the same time like she really meant it. “You don’t have to accommodate me, I will leave” “No, don’t. We don’t want to raise suspicions to the public, we know just how much they love juicy stories, and besides its good for the wife to know her husband’s mistress, you know to be sure they are safe from any wild sickness, we are healthy Sarah aren’t we?” “Yes, ma’am” “And faithful to our husband?” “Yes, ma’am” “Good, I have something to ask of you and this is not a request,” Prisc

As Mr Justin spoke, all the ladies including Grace gave him their undivided attention. "As The manager of Black Entertainment, I would like to thank All of you Beautiful Ladies, For your Patience and also would like to say sorry for the amount of time we lost due to some difficulties, we hope you forgive us". Mr Justin was very articulate and had his own way with words too, as he spoke Grace noticed how their faces turned from a frown to a smile and even a blush from some ladies as he called them beautiful ladies, Grace didn't think much about it, but they all surely did.

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?

A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him. Certainly, all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.

Imogen snorted that sent a chill deep down her spine, while he halted and corrected her at certain points, "( Master... )" He again added as her bewildered expression said she couldn't comprehend what he had meant by this,"( You should say MASTER. It's not Mcmaster mansion where you can pretend and deceive everyone whenever you want. It's my property. And I'm the only master here. So never cease to address me, MASTER) " Imogen intentionally emphasized the word 'MASTER' and 'MY PROPERTY' just to irritate Mrs. Mcmaster and to let her grasp that within a period of time everything will be HIS.

#RULE 9: I WILL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY ACTIVITY THAT DOES NOT BENEFIT, PLEASE, OR AMUSE MY MASTER. As I lie bound and gagged on the cold, hard floor of the playroom, my Master stands over me with a stern expression. He’s dressed in his usual black leather attire, accentuating every curve and edge of his muscular form. A smirk forms on his lips as he gazes down at my helpless figure, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.

Masters said as he lead us to the living room. "Please take a seat," we all sat and made ourselves comfortable. "It is a beautiful house," I couldn't help but comment on the magnificence of the house one last time. "This is our ancestral home," he informed me "it's been passed down through the family for generations" "How interesting" "Enough about that, Nate you didn't tell me your girlfriend was so beautiful" I blushed, "thank you, Mr. Masters" "It's Damen to you dear" Nathan growled as he wrapped his arm around my waist, "stop hitting on my woman dad"

She pulls out the papers from the file and hands them over to me. I take them and immediately begin to read. Page by page, it says here that Marcus has been in contact with a man named Grandmaster. This Grandmaster owns a chain of clubs, bars, and hotels across the world, but no one has seen his face, or they must have, but they don't know that he is the one called Grandmaster.

I push the memories back and focus on the here and now and the man in front of me. The Master of Ceremonies – since we don’t know his real name – is as deadly as he is charming. He’s 6’2” and appears to be in his thirties with short blonde combed-over hair with blonde highlights, golden glowing skin with a large jaw covered in dark blonde stubble that is starting to show signs of age. His eyes shine with mirth, but there is a danger in their depths that I have witnessed firsthand is far from idle. His eyes are like two deep blue warning signs flashing with the pain they will cause you for no other reason than because they can. His charm and good looks, along with his muscular physique lure y

They shouted, "Mr. Albert, please retreat to safety. We will handle this scoundrel!" "You guys?" Russell sneered at their words and confidently walked toward the group of masters. With each step he took, his presence grew more powerful until it reached its peak on the ninth step. The masters could feel their hair standing on end in the presence of this incredibly strong young man. He was undeniably a grandmaster and a remarkable one at that. What an extraordinary talent! Despite being the retainers of the Hackle family, they could not afford to back down. The Hackles had backup plans and armed forces at their disposal.