Mr Masters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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.

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.

And standing near the far end of the corridor… Was Master Damian. Even at a distance, he commanded attention effortlessly. Tall and muscular, he wore fitted black slacks and an open-collared charcoal shirt rolled to his forearms. His dark curly hair framed a striking face made even more arresting by piercing blue eyes that seemed capable of seeing directly through people. Tattoos disappeared beneath his sleeves while a silver watch gleamed against one wrist. He spoke quietly with two staff members holding fresh linens and supply trays, his posture relaxed but authoritative.

"I know it's for a good cause, but does it really need all this self-congratulation?" My Master replies equally quietly. "A lot of them wouldn't know they exist without it." The compère keeps up his spiel. "And a big hand too, everyone, for our sponsor, Mr Richard Haswell of the Haswell Corporation…" He flings out an arm and a spotlight follows it to settle on my Master. Like the mayor, he smiles, nodding acknowledgement, but it's not a smile I recognise. More like the fake smiles delivered by supermodels and wannabe celebrities.

He wrote an ‘M’ in the centre of the circle and an ‘S’ at each end of the lines. Turning to his class he said, “The ‘M’ represents the master and the ‘S’ represents the servant which you all are. Now, for every one master, he or she can have up to one thousand servants but because we have the system called Legal Rights, one master is only able to feed once every seven years.” Hearing his words made Caiden frown, he raised his hand and asked, “Mr Mike, why is a master able to have many servants? Can a servant be a master too?”

The people on the Master house can’t believe what they saw, they saw their master so sweet gone the master who emits dangerous aura, gone the master who is cold, expressionless and always in bad mood, gone the master who they know never touch a lady except his family. What they saw now is far far so far to their master. They are all in daze. What they saw today was far so far to their master who was ruthless, cold, and dangerous. What make their master so calm gone the short tempered master they know. Who is this goddess near their master who he cared the most.

Heart then stopped from sobbing and then removed her face from his chest and then looked into his eyes. “Thank you so much, Mr. CEO Cullen Lee.” Heart thanked him and smiled at him. Cullen smiled and blushed. “I am happy that you smiled because of me, just call me ‘master’ as return.” Cullen teased her. Heart chuckled. “Yes, master? Hahaha.” She laughed. Both of them laughed together. Cullen blushed and liked it so much. He then grinned at her. “So, meaning, we can have sex now? I am your master now.” Cullen teased her playfully. Heart rolled her eyes and then looked away. “No.” She declined and then stood up.

He relied on his inner beast and those who bullied him bowed before him. “Master,” Capo huffed. “Vasco,” “Master, you were right about Aslan and Margarita. I hope she will bring peace between me and Aslan.” A smirk tucked over Master’s face whole, Capo being an old father embellishing the dreams of being with his only son. “Did you meet Decker Costello?” Master swallowed the lump of anger. “I am going to call them tomorrow for dinner, and I would be honored if you could join us,” Master has unique plans going on in his mind. His presence will ruin all his future deliverables.

"I like this rebellious side of you. I was starting to think you're dim-witted." "She won't kill you." He added when I remained unwaveringly quiet. "If you love her why are you doing this? Why do you white men do this? I don't understand. I'm disgusting, you constantly tell me that. I know, Mast—" He glared at me. I wouldn't dare say his name. I wouldn't. He will forever be Master William to me. "I know I'm disgusting but why do you keep doing this. I suppose it's some sort of fun sport for you all."

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.