My Master Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My Master took a step back, looking down at me . "This is position one. You will be in this position whenever I enter the room, unless I have explicitly directed otherwise. Now, repeat the rules so far back at me.” “You are my Master, and I will address you as Master. My hair is to be tied back when in this room. And I am to be in this position, position one, when you enter the room unless ordered otherwise.”

It was only when one of them returned to clear the table that I gathered the courage to ask, “Is this all for me?” She paused, like she hadn’t expected me to speak. Then she nodded. “Master’s orders.” Master. The word crawled down my spine like a chill. I nodded, but the name clung to my skin like a bruise. For some reason anytime I heard it my brain assumed I was the slave. For a master to exist there has to be a slave, or isn’t that right? After breakfast, I roamed. The penthouse was quiet, way too quiet. With no signs of footsteps or voices. Just the distant hum of the city I was no longer a part of.

The setup was too well-thought-out. They seemed to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. They pulled hard, causing my hands to feel sore from the effort. Once they finished eating, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. And today, I was ready... "Master, it's time to begin training. Please take off their masks." "Okay." Hearing her request made me tremble with excitement. Since she had asked, I immediately complied. Curious to see what they looked like, I couldn't wait to uncover their identities.

"Oh, look at you all, barking louder when hiding behind someone stronger." Suddenly, a flute's melody filled the air. It was gentle and soothing, bringing an inexplicable peace to everyone's minds. The overwhelming aura of the Founding Master vanished as abruptly as it had arrived. It was as though it had never been there. A series of coughs broke the silence, followed by a begrudging voice. "Ah, Ms. Smith, I didn't realize you were here. This is just a minor dispute among the juniors. I'll return to my meditation now."

Worry now began to consume me that the war had already started, and I reached deep into my soul, finding the burst of energy I needed to push my wolf harder, knowing that Urijah needed me. As we reached what felt like the edge of the dead lands, a camp now came into my view, with at least a thousand tents spread acrost the grounds surface. There was no doubt in my mind that this was the Master’s camp, and I could see movement ahead, as it looked as if his men were all moving to the center of the camp, where a larger tent laid.

"Everyone will be able to tell that the heavens themselves favor you." After I left the coven house, I walked right into the Master's waiting arms. The leprechaun, Evander, tried to spy on us, but he was weak in the presence of the Master. He won't be bothering us again. The Master made sure of that. We drove away, but not too far, just down the road to a place in the woods. There was an urgency to his plan, the Master needed me, and he needed me immediately. He didn't wait to take me somewhere private before bent me over a park table and pushed himself inside of me. His forceful pounding almost split me in two, his passion so unsatiable.

He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

Mr Reyes smiled at her action. “Stay where you are.” She said loudly. “Watch me.” Arya slowly started to touch herself, keeping her eyes in contact with the Master. She smirked a bit when her hand slid between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. “Now touch yourself I want to see it.” Her eyes were now fixed on his erect manhood. “You are forgetting yourself Omega, I’m the Master.” He smiled getting up. “I have to say it was quite refreshing to follow your orders for a bit, but I crave something more than my own hand. I know I went harsh on you yesterday so use your mouth now.”

He was absolutely an amiable person. While getting my stuff ready for my first class, I received a message from Mr. Reyes. Mr. Reyes: Cheer up! Me: Sir? Mr. Reyes: I know you're thinking about the rumors, but I'm one of those who know the truth. My hands trembled, tears clouding my vision while staring at the text. I looked at him, but he was busy talking with Mr. Javier. Heading to the HUMSS building, I thought I could calm myself completely, but I was wrong. Another emotion started building up as a noisy, overcrowded classroom welcomed me.

Charlotte Cold... Pain... Thirst... ... I'm thirsty... My eyes open to... an unfocussed fog... And droop closed again... ... ... ... and open once more... The fog swirls... then clears. A blur of grey and brown and black resolves into detail... And the detail means nothing... Where am I? Master? I'm hurting... Master? Michael? I want to speak, but my mouth is dry and puffy, lips gummy, sticking together... My jaws won't work... like some nightmare where I want to scream but the sound won't come out...