On My Master Bed Novels & Stories

“Then you have to do better, Mr. Black. I’m very hard to please, so you’ve got to put in a little more effort.” He laughs, releases my neck and steps back. “The master bedroom is on the second floor. Go dress up and come down.” “Why?” I ask. “You want me to put in a little more effort? That’s what I’m going to do, Ada.” . . . When Micahel said the master's bedroom is on the second floor, I’d envisioned it’d be a room out of three on that floor. Turns out, the whole second floor is the master bedroom.

was all that I could manage to say as my body was completely spent. “If you’d like, you may take a short nap because you’re going to have a lot of work tonight, and it’s going to be very exhausting work.” Without waiting for an answer, he simply got up and left the room. I crawled up to the pillows and curled up under the blanket. The feeling of his cum running over my body and finally drying in a white glaze filled my dreams with sexual submission. “Wake up Marissa, it’s time for dinner,” Master said as he turned on the light. My back arched as I stretched out, and I could feel the dried cum crack across my nipples.

"We don't want to make you uncomfortable." "I think I'd feel safer," I admit. "With everything that's happened, I don't really want to be alone." It's not entirely a lie. Being alone does make me anxious now. But mostly, I'm hoping that if we're all in the same room, they'll be less likely to notice anything unusual about my nighttime routine. "The master bedroom has a king bed and a pullout couch," Zane offers. "We could make it work." "Perfect," I say, trying to sound casual instead of terrified.

He opens them when he hears me . “Guest room’s next door,” he says. “Or… the master has a couch. Whatever you want.” I laugh, but it comes out wet . “You’re sleeping on a couch in your own house ?” “I’m sleeping wherever you feel safest .” God , he’s killing me. I walk past him without answering , into the master bedroom that’s bigger than my entire apartment . The bed is a continent of white linen . The windows show the whole city kneeling at our feet .

"Trevor..." I called, and then I fully opened my eyes. I clutched the white blanket that served as a cover for my bare body. I feel like I've been staring at the ceiling for a whole damn time now. Rays of the sun were peeking behind the thick black curtains that surrounded the room. This was the master's bedroom of the house. At least I know where I am now. The man shifted from my side. "Did I trip and fall into your bed?" I said mindlessly, still staring at the ceiling. For a woman who got drunk last night, I feel like my brain's being chopped on a butcher's place alongside the pigs.

I lost all my strength and crouched against the wall, the horror of what I had just seen still haunting my mind. The next second I was slung over my shoulder and thrown onto the room's plush king-sized bed. "It's time to finish what we didn't finish last night." My master said as he undressed and looked at me. Was he going to fuck me?

“We set up a guest room in case you’d prefer that for now. There’s also the option of the master bedroom that now has a California King in it for whenever you’re comfortable sleeping in the same bed as us. It made the most sense, seeing as there are three of us.” Her heartbeat sped up when I mentioned the master, and I was secretly hoping she agreed. It was fine if she was not ready to mate because holding her would be enough. This bond was honestly a dream come true, and it was something that we would be thankful for throughout the rest of our lives. “I think the master is perfect.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as a blush highlighted her cheeks. What I would not give in order to have an

I find it strange when he does that he actually likes me as the girls said ,it must be my imagination there is no way he will like a girl like me. I walked into the master's room where he was sleeping. It's strange that I haven't seen him sleeping before. I dropped the tray on the table and set it and I turned to him and his eyes were still closed. I walked to the bed. Is he pretending to be asleep? He must be pretending. I don't know if I should wake him up,that's probably a bad idea .

Dominicus says softly behind me. With trembling hands, I slowly reach out and open the door. As I walk in and look around, a choked sob escapes me. The master bedroom is a perfect blend of comfort and beauty. The king-sized bed is the focal point, dressed in the exact bedding I had fallen in love with - a soft, cloud-like duvet in a soothing sage green, piled high with pillows in various complementary shades and textures. On either side of the bed are matching nightstands, each topped with elegant lamps that cast a warm, inviting glow. A cozy reading nook is set up in one corner, complete with a plush armchair and a small side table - perfect for quiet moments with a book.

he said. “What?” I asked. I have a feeling he’s about to piss me off. “After the wedding, you’ll move into the master bedroom,” “The master bedroom?” I asked my mind going to the golden door room I came across the other day. “Yes the master bedroom,” he repeated. “And where’s that?” I asked, “Where else? My room of course,” he said like it’s the most normal thing in the world. My eyes widened as I talked. “What??!” *.*.*.*.*.*.*