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I stood in one place not knowing what to do. Does he want to sleep with me now, like have sex? Oh, Goddess what am I going to do if he does? I can’t exactly refuse him because he is my master and I am supposed to please him in every way but my virginity is all I have right now. “Didn’t you hear me?’ he questions and I snapped out of it. “Yes, alpha,” I answered then put the blanket on the couch then walked slowly to the bed.

She was still lost in her fantasy world when the Master's voice brought her back from her daydream. "Get on the bed and spread your legs" he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed.

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.

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"Ah, I'm at my unit. Meet me at Starbucks." "Yay! Call me when you get there, Labyu girl!" She hung up the phone after saying that. I gripped my waist. I exhaled deeply and looked up before closing my eyes firmly. I feel like a piece of me has been stolen, and I don't know how to reclaim it. I could feel my throat getting dry, so I opened my eyes and headed into the kitchen while scratching my head to fetch some cool water to relieve my thirst. I could hear the sound of drinking water from my throat. I drink more than ten glasses, yet it does not satisfy my thirst. I cleaned my lips with the back of my palm before slamming the glass against the counter sink. I can't believe it didn't help.

And Fantasy was His masterpiece. Invitation-only and wrapped in secrecy, the club existed beneath layers of silence and reputation. No websites advertised it openly. No public guest lists existed. Access came only through whispered recommendations, careful vetting, and the rare blessing of an invitation personally approved by The Master Himself. Inside, however, Fantasy became something entirely different from its modest exterior. It breathed.

Every orientation for the new students carried the same thread, preparation for the auction. The word carried weight. It rolled from tongue to tongue with ease, but no one seemed willing to explain it outright. Bryce heard fragments: a test, a display, a tradition, and all the four masters and their council members were attending. This was part of the aunction news that scared the hell out of bryce. All masters were attending? Does that mean Master Derick would be present? But the news was always vague, leaving Bryce with a heavy sprit. Even Khalifa wouldn't tell what that day meant. He kept his questions to himself then, but the uncertainty ate at him in the quiet moments.