Mr Masters T L Swan Novels & Stories

he asked, gripping my hair tightly. "I'm sorry, sir," I whimpered. Another spank landed, harder than the first. "T-thank you, sir, one more for your little slut," I cried out, my voice shaking. "You're fucking amazing, darling," he praised, delivering another stinging spank. "Fuuuck meee!" I screamed as the final slap pushed me over the edge, my body squirting profusely into the tub. My ass burned, my cheeks wet with tears, and I felt like the slut we both reveled in.

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?

I swallow and force a smile. "I like it. It's beautiful." I replied and continued chewing on my food. Mr. Kim exhales in relief and relaxes his shoulders. "I'm glad you like it. Ryan told me to make everything pink, saying girls like pink the most. I was skeptical but it turns out he knows girls better than I do." "Of course, Dad!" Ryan chimes in. So he's the one responsible for making the room pink. I turn sharply to glare at him, forcing a smile through clenched teeth.

I said casually. There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. “Mr. Adams wants her to learn from him.” I gave a vague response, but the uncertainty in my chest continued to swell. Yet until I went through Joseph’s phone, I remained convinced that perhaps he was simply being kind. On the chat screen: Joseph: [The format is wrong. Rewrite it.] Monica: [This is so hard, Mr. Adams. Which font size is bigger, size five or size four?]

He could hardly get these words out of his mouth and heard his chuckle in return which frightened his already scared heart. "So, you don't know what you've done that's going to cause this pathetic self of yours to die a pathetic death." He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm but his pointed gaze boring holes in his body who shook his head instantly. “Ring the bell, party, you wanted to taste something which is mine” his voice changed in ruthless and dark and his expression turned dangerous. Boom He understood that what was the reason for him being here but he had not done anything wrong, she was just his mistress and their master didn’t mind sharing them.

"What we can be certain of is." "Huft, the former playboy will start his action." "Ha ha ha." Again they both burst out laughing. Meanwhile, Lilyana had only been paying attention to the two old men while also smiling a little when she heard their conversation. "Ah, Sir ...." Lilyana couldn't remember who the man was. "Glen," he said reintroducing himself. "Oh Mr. Glen, I'm sorry. Would you like to sit down and talk? I'll make some coffee or tea for you."

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?"

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 fake-coughed to get their attention, and just like what I expected, they both startled as they turned around and glanced at me. "My Lady!" The teacher uttered with reverence as she slightly bowed. "Hmm, my lady, this is Mrs. Swan. She is the head teacher of Grooming and Etiquette in the palace!" Huh?! What was that?! "She is going to teach you the ways of the palace!" Miranda explained, and I just raised my eyebrow at them while my hands were on my hips.