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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-"

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

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

I was so glad he wasn't a werewolf or I would have been very embarrassed. "Here are the files you asked for, Sir," Ross said. Master snatched the files from his hand, his eyes narrowing at the poor guy for some reason. "Thank you, you can go now. I don't want you on my floor for today. Go anywhere. Don't come back until I specifically call you," he ordered, his voice curt. "Sir?" Ross asked nervously. Master's glare intensified. "Yessir," Ross immediately said, with a little bow for some reason.

"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." Karen tried to clamp down on her lips and not say it until he took his hand off her throat and shoved a finger straight in her ass while his other hand pinched at her clit. Then she wailed at the top of her lungs as her body exploded in the strongest cum she'd ever experienc

"You don't have to make supper. I'm ordering Thai food. Scott said you like one of the delivery drivers, a fellow named Marcus. He said you give him a special tip when he delivers. I already checked. He's making the deliveries tonight." Damn! So Master had me fucking another man from my past. Marcus was a stud, and I had to admit I enjoyed tipping him before, but again, I'm wondering why Master is so insistent in making me fuck other men. And worse, recording me doing it, so he could could see what had happened. It almost felt as if he was gathering evidence for a divorce. He'd have pictures of me fucking every person we knew who recognized me as a slave.

But as I log on to my messages I see that it's not Mckayla or any of my other friends checking up on me but rather it's the master himself, Mr Hamilton. My irritation vanishes and is instantly replaced by excitement over the fact that the master is back online. I used to think Mckayla and Max exaggerated when they always talked about how scary and intimidating their father was, but now that I'm interacting with him I know first hand how domineering he can be, plus his online name is The Master. My fingers are practically shaking as I open the message. I want to see you.

They'll be so spoiled with love, I know Master will be protective even if he doesn't think he will be. We get to the club and Master rings the doorbell as we wait for Marcus. The club will be opening in a few hours so Marcus should be down in his office, or having sex with either of his husbands. The door opens and Marcus looks confused when he sees us but smiles and tells us to come in. "Can we talk in your office?" Master asks Marcus and he nods with a more serious face. We go to his office and sit down on the two chairs opposite his desk.