Mr Masters Novels & Stories

Andreios whispered sweetly once he was standing close to the man. "Y-Yes." Damon's voice cracked as he felt sweaty all of a sudden. The heat coming off of the other man rushed back into his own body. He felt hot. "And that would be our Master's?" Andreios pointed towards a gold door right next to theirs. "Y-"

She laughed loudly, attracting the attention of the people walking by them "Oh baby, you ain't seen nothing yet. From now onwards, you're my bitch. I say jump, you ask how high. Otherwise, I'll go to the press and revive our scandal every week and when I'm tired, I'll tell the police you were the one who pushed me down the stairs. The charges might not stick but you'll find yourself back on the news" "Have you lost your mind?" He snarled. "Like I told you, I'm one hundred percent sane. Now take me home" "Miss Ashton, are you ready to go?" A man in his early twenties asked walking toward them. He had a bag of medicine in one hand and a travel bag slung across his chest. "Oh, I forgot to tell

I had also heard that the slaves who had served Master Adrian once, were all sent to the recovery center as they never really recovered from the trauma Master Adrian had given them. But when he hugged me, I knew they were all just lying. Master Adrian was a very kind and caring Master. Just like Master Gerard. Yes, Master Gerard was also very kind and caring for his slaves. He never actually hurt anyone. But his right hand, Master James was a cold hearted monster.

“I highly doubt that. But I had a feeling that’s what you’d say. So I have a different deal for you.” I frowned at him, suspicious. “What deal?” “Let me cum on your tits, and I won’t have Caleb beaten down for talking to the FBI,” Mr.Masterso said. My frown turned to a scowl. “He didn’t, and you know it.” “Do I? I think I should interrogate him, just to be sure,” Mr. Masterson grinned. My breath came in angry little puffs. “You’re disgusting,” I said. “Come on over here. I’m ready.” Mr. Masterson showed me his hand glistening with precum.

Giving her right cheek a solid pinch, he stood, letting her slide to the floor in a puddle of desire. "You have five minutes to meet me downstairs in running shoes, 'my' shorts, bra, and any t-shirt you want. Don't be late." He walked from the room and she couldn't help admiring his tight, naked ass. *** With every pounding step, she more fully accepted the fact that Master was gone for an extended period of time. He'd left before, but not since Sir's return to their lives. Master had quit his government work, or told them he had. But now, they both knew he had placed himself in danger again. She wasn't sure exactly what Master did, but his last trip had ended with a deep twelve-inch wound t

He's happy that she accepted her offer. "Our latest project, codenamed 'Athena,' promises to revolutionize how we approach predictive analytics and decision-making processes," Mr. Zalinsky, the leader of executive nods with interest. "Ms. Flores, please tell us, how does 'Athena' set itself apart from our current systems?"

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.

I could only keep shut and let him tell me by himself. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Damien rose from the bed to open it. A stranger walked in, dressed in a black suit. His hair had been styled to perfection, and there was no trace of expression on his face. He seemed like some security. Perhaps the security in charge of the hotel? But what might a security guard want to say this early in the morning? “Young master,” The man called out, and I felt as though my brain was electrocuted. Young master? Why would such a person refer to Damien as “young master?

He smirked at his teasing but I just glared at him. "You wish. You look like shit." I turned away from him and moved my hands to the doorknob, turning it and pushing the doors wide open to reveal the luxury that lay inside. It's expected of a Pakhan, the Bratva's Mafia Lord. That's what they were called. Sighing, I move to enter the room but his deep voice stopped me in my tracks; "Baby girl," He called and the endearment sent goosebumps up my arms. Good goosebumps though, and I hated it, "You'd better not think about running. You wouldn't get far. Not here, not now.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his