Mr Masters Novels & Stories

MYRA The moment we left Young Master's room, Madame Beatrice stopped walking and turned toward me. I immediately knew what was coming. "You are unbelievable." I blinked. "Ma'am?" "You talked back to the Young Master." The disappointment in her voice should have made me feel guilty. Instead, I noticed something strange. She looked more surprised than angry. "I apologize." "You called him a rude billionaire." I cleared my throat. "Technically, I only defended myself." Madame Beatrice stared at me.

"Oh, that was great. But it's going to wear me to a sliver." My Master eyes me slant-wise, his mouth twitching. "So, you're not enjoying having three husbands?" There's a twinkle in his eye, but the question sobers me. "Is that really what's happening? I know we talked... Michael and Beth... but..." My Master, my husband de facto, sits by me, stroking my hand. "I'd say that is what is happening, yes. The reality of the situation." His brow creases. "Does that bother you?"

Monica She was tiding up the kitchen counter, her face lit up when her eyes landed on me. "Hi, oliva " Monica said eagerly. "Hi" I smiled. despite the situation, I missed her. "You are finally awake" she beamed," I was about to bring the food up to the room" "Thanks" "It's nothing, that's what I'm paid for. Master said you needed rest, so I wasn't allowed to see you." She said, pity clear on her

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

In my defence, I wasn't religious about following up with world news, and one didn't just get stuck with billionaires in elevators. Ares Masters was the current CEO Of Masters Global, a multi billion world wide company. You couldn't take a breath without seeing a locomotive plastered with the Masters logo. Pictures of him showed him with different stunning women on dates, outings and events. Leggy women with flawless make up and ankle breaking heels. Super models, actresses, heiresses and the likes.

I drove crying to my condo. My friends are super angry after I told them what happen and I can’t blame them because I’m angry too. He’s insensitive and on;y thinks about himself, I don’t even know why I’m acknowledging this idea of being a mistress but the back of my mind answer that for me. “Because you like him that much.” “I fucking hate that man! How dare him!” Jessie is fuming mad and Amy is silently looking at me. “So, you’re putting up with this shit?” Amy asked.

I don’t blame him, the Masters family is wealthier than kings and more protected than presidents from the looks of it. The man in the suit walks back to where our car is parked. The expression on his face is somehow more stern than before, his permanent scowl and frown is even more intense. Okay, I guess our lie didn’t pan out. “Mr. Masters didn’t confirm any such female acquaintance. How dare you come here and try to infiltrate this mansion. What is your purpose here?” The man questions us angrily now. Oh boy… I knew that a girlfriend's lie was a bad idea.

Master said, "but I want to cool off in that spring. You'll excuse me if I strip off. No one brought a suit." "No, go ahead," Sarah said. Sarah watched with interest when Master took off his clothes. I think she wondered if he had a magic dick since we'd both agreed to be his sex slaves and seemed to be loving it so much. Master does have a lovely cock, but it wasn't the biggest I'd had in my mouth, or even my cunt, since Jerry was wider than Master, if not longer. Lisa had the Strong boys in her, packed so tight it looked like she was giving birth and Marcus, the delivery person might have had the largest cock of all. Still it was a wonderful cock and he did know how to use it to our advant

I registered so I could learn, not to die. "HI, Mister..." I paused as I had no idea what his name was. He smiled and stretched his hand for a shake. "You can call me Master Master John. What's yours?" He questioned lightly. "I'm Adrian." I sharply replied and took his hand in mine. His hand was firm. So firm that I felt ashamed to even call myself a guy ~ Master John... Master John... Master John?!

she coos, "They are going to be sore for a while; you're going to need to suck it up." I feel fingers sliding into me while Mistress walks behind us, so I know they are Masters. He doesn't want any other pussy, my ass. I knew it was too good to be true. This is the first time that Mistress has earned my distrust, but there isn't anything I can do. The contract says they both own me. It does not say she won't let anybody else fuck me, I just took her word for it. ~~~~~~~~