Mr Masters Tl Swan Novels & Stories

the secretary announced, their gaze fixed on the open folder. Antonio scrutinized the file in his hands, his eyes swiftly skimming across its contents. “Who is the designer?” he inquired, his fingers deftly flipping through the pages. “Mr. Davis Scott from America,” the secretary replied, “He was inspired by his mistress, a woman he loved deeply, but who tragically passed away due to his negligence.” At this revelation, Antonio’s brow arched, a flicker of interest dancing in his gaze. “A mistress who he loved so deeply?” Antonio scoffed.

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

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

Then he beamed. His lips stretched into a smile that made my heart skip a beat. “Then I would be Killan.” He clapped, trying to lean towards me again, but I pointed at the small gap between us, sighing out loud. “If I'm really your master, you follow my rules, okay?” He nodded obediently. “Yes, Master.” But he still stepped closer and caressed my cheeks, his touch like a burning flame against my skin. “But you sure smell good, Master.”

The Master had hissed low against my wrist before removing his fangs and swiping his tongue over his bite. The Master then turned, getting up on his knees and facing me. He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me. I melted into him as he pulled me closer and tighter up against him. The Master has been getting me to wear the special dresses again, making me feel like the princess I’m not, but the Master gets annoyed if I am not wearing them when he returns.

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.

It was said that Xena caused quite a scene in the hospital. She was crying and yelling that she was doing the right thing by punishing a mistress and that she had done nothing wrong. A police officer, fed up with her antics, snapped, "What are you yelling about? Aren’t you the mistress yourself?" Xena froze, the light in her eyes fading as she murmured, "The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress… The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress…"

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?

up, his warm palms caressing my bare ass, the cool metal of his rings dragging fire across my skin. "Whose slut are you, tesoro?" He growled, one hand wrapping around my throat, the other tangling in my curls, tugging just enough to make me moan. "I'm Raul D'Amano's slut," I gasped, and a hard slap landed on my ass, the sting blending with pleasure. "That's right. Mine." Before I could process, he lifted me, laid me back across his desk, and leaned over me, his breath hot against my shoulder blade. His thick cock teased my slick slit, sliding torturously, making me cry out as he tormented me. My fingers dug into the glass desk as he finally thrust into me, deep and brutal, th

Cynthia finally agreed with her and Nerissa smiled happily. In the tall windows of Stellar Venture, Villanueva's Company's conference room windows. Mateo's sitting at one corner of the massive table, his eyes glued to the blueprints of their new project which he is currently working on. He's trying hard to finish everything he needs to complete the plans, but the more he looks at it, the more frustrated he gets.