My Master Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My stomach churned as we exchanged a tense look, both of us clearly dreading the same thing. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.” We pushed the doors open together. The Master was seated on a high-backed chair, his silhouette framed by the flickering firelight. He held a glass of wine, swirling the red liquid lazily, calmly. It was a kind of calm that made my blood run cold. “Ah, there you are,” the Master drawled, his voice deceptively smooth. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.” My pulse spiked as Wanni and I stepped inside, the doors slamming shut behind us with a finality that felt suffocating.

They were still watching our show. "Yes!" Master yelled as he jerked out of me. I felt hot ropes of cum land on my back. I felt relief that it was over. Some in the crowd were clapping and cheering. I could barely hear them. Some started to disperse. I just did my first scene for the club. Master thumped his softening cock on my ass cheeks, flicking more cum up my spine. "I'll be back when that dries." He took a few more pictures, then he left the room.

I knew that stepping foot into this hallowed ground would change the course of my destiny forever. The elders received me with solemnity, their eyes filled with deep understanding. They had foreseen my arrival and recognized the power that slept within me. Without uttering a single word, they beckoned me forward and led me into a vast chamber adorned with ancient symbols and flickering torches. The air crackled with energy, and I could feel the weight of centuries of knowledge hanging in the air. Seated on a platform at the center of the chamber was the Grand Master, a figure draped in flowing robes that seemed to ripple with elemental energy. His piercing gaze met mine, and I felt a surge o

“If you don't want to be like them, then quit whining like a baby. ” “Ahhhhh” I let out a scream, before attacking wildly at him. But he didn’t move, his hand moved a little, and that was all it took to see me tumbling forward awkwardly. “Knees down, chest up.” master's shout reached me, snapping me out of my thoughts. But through the madness, I could see a twinkle of acknowledgement in my master's eyes. For a second I thought I had imagined it, but he didn’t give me time to find out.

Matt jumped into action, his composure faltering as he scrambled for the door. “And you,” the Master said coldly, turning his fiery gaze on another guard. “Bring me my laptop.” The room descended into tense silence as the Master stood there, motionless, his eyes locked on Matilda. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She had thought she knew fear before, but this… this was something else entirely. “Pray,” the Master said softly, his voice dripping with menace, “that this mess can still be cleaned up.” Matilda’s sobs echoed in the room as the Master turned away, his mind already churning with plans to regain control of what was rightfully his.

My master pulled away from my moth and let his head fall at the side of my head in aggravation. Suddenly the debts control over my mind disappeared. It cleared in an instant and when my logic mind stared to rush back to me it felt like I have been ice-cold and stepped under a too hot shower. It burned and itched all over me and as the memories of what just happened came back, I felt sick and disgusted. His body was massive and even though I struggled to push him away, to get out from the vulnerable position I was in, he did not move an inch. "What do you want?", my master groaned loudly as he lay on top of me, seeming pleased with my failed attempt to escape him

I took it from the drawer and placed it on the table, drawing Tammy's attention who was still trying to get used to the change in environment and what I'd just revealed to her. Suddenly, I felt the familiar burn in my throat. I knew it was coming. The reason I despised my teleportation ability. With each moment I tapped into it, it takes blood and at the moment, I needed to refuel else we'd be stuck in the present year. I swallowed, to try to ease the dryness in my throat but it was no use. I might have as well been in the desert without water. Cursing lowly, I flipped open the first page of the book.

The movement surprised the disguised young master quite a bit. “So what if I’m facing the young master directly?” She put her hands on her hips. While still glancing around, checking if there were other people around them and luckily it was only the two of them there. “Young Master Dawson doesn’t like women, as long as I don’t do anything that makes him even glance at me, I think everything will be fine. Besides, I’m here to work, not to attract the attention of the young master and see scary things.” She said firmly and lifted her chin slightly to look confident.

I just… I just have to master it; feel out my opponent’s weak spot—feel the disadvantage of my anger at the tip of my fingers, or on the brink of my mind. There’s silence. The world’s motion rate drops. I enter the first bathroom I see. I don’t care if it’s for males or females, nor do I care about the crowd that stops before the door as I slam it shut. Then I stand still in front of the sink, puffing and panting. Calm, Heidi, calm. This too shall pass. I know it would. Or would it?

First I lost my parents and I became an assassin for Master and now, my life is on the line. The thought of it makes me scoff as I rake my hand through my hair. Master turns to me with a furrow on his brow, he must be wondering what is making me scoff. “What?” I shrug, “you can hear my thoughts” “Come here” he tells in a dominating voice and I immediately stand up and walk up to him. His forehead is creased into a slight frown. He continues to look at me without saying anything which makes me a bit uncomfortable and I can feel the colour rush on my face.