On My Master Bed Novels & Stories

I shifted my weight, and my bare leg brushed against a heavy, massive duvet that smelled entirely, intoxicatingly like cedar and rain. Alexander I froze. The heavy, suffocating events of the previous night rushed back into my brain like a physical blow. Our fathers walking down the hallway. The loud, metallic *clang* of a steel wrench. The tidal wave of water completely destroying the plumbing and flooding my bedroom. *“Looks like you two will just have to share the main bed.”* My breath hitched painfully in my throat. I was in the Master Suite and we slept in the same bed. I bolted upright, my eyes darting frantically around the massive, sprawling room.

Who would stay the night. Neither one wanted to be the one to do it. The old man lay between them and looked at the ceiling. It got louder. Someone shoved. Something smashed. I didn't think. I stood up and put myself between the bed and them, my arms over my grandmother's head. "Stop it—" A thermos came spinning through the air toward my back. Something warm and solid closed over me. The scent of cedar, faint and familiar. A sharp sound beside my feet, and hot water spread across the floor. I looked up.

he suggested with a smile. “Or with hot chocolate and my feet in your lap,” she added, winking at him. They climbed the wooden staircase and found the bedrooms. The master bedroom was a true refuge: spacious, with a king-size bed, light curtains, a balcony overlooking the orchard, and a bathroom with a soaking tub. “This bedroom looks like something out of a movie,” she said, running her fingers over the embroidered white bedspread. “It makes you want to spend the whole day here.” “If it’s up to me, we’ll do that many times,” he joked, pulling her into a light kiss.

I crawled after them with my heart pounding. By the time we reached the enormous master bedroom, which had walls of glass overlooking the crashing ocean and a custom bed that could easily fit all of them plus more,my thighs were trembling. The others started stripping fully now Mr. Hawthorne unclipped the leash but left the collar. “Bed. Center. Ass up, face down. Show our guests what we’ve prepped for him.” I crawled onto the massive bed and assumed the position: chest pressed to the sheets and hands spreading my cheeks to display the thick plug buried in my hole.

Navy-blue walls that looked almost black surrounded the room, and just like the rest of the penthouse, there were paintings scattered around. My eyes moved to the king-sized bed draped in black sheets, then to the clothes laying nearby. They looked like the ones I’d seen him wearing earlier, which meant he was probably about to take his bath. I was about to leave when I heard a soft sound. “Fuck…” My legs carried me farther inside before I could stop myself, curiosity making me wonder if my ears were playing tricks on me. I followed the sound until I reached another door within the bedroom. I pressed my ear against it.

There was silence for a while "I want to show you our room. You don't need to sleep with me until you feel comfortable, but you won't start having that feeling until you try experiencing it. I won't rush you." "I know. I also don't want to rush things." "Let's go." He then grabbed my arm and lead me to the master's bedroom. I feel awkward and started to feel embarrassed, but as he said I have to get used to this. The room is spacious as expected. The bed is king size and there are bedside tables. There is a sofa on the end with a big TV hanging on the wall. The bathroom has a glass wall and you can see the silhoute from outside. There is another door near the television.

Master paused for a second, his eyes furrowing slightly in thought. Did I say something wrong? He just sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with the ball of his palm. "Yeah..." Is all he replied. With that, he picked up a remote on his bed stand and flipped off the lights. The room was enveloped in darkness. It took me a second for my eyes to adjust. I heard the soft movement of blankets shuffling as Master got comfortable before it was completely quiet. I let out a long, silent, exhale as I quietly relaxed back onto the pillow.

We had a memorable time that day. Without preamble, my Master tugs my tee-shirt up and off. My bra follows. I am marched to the edge of the huge four-poster bed, where we have all been sleeping. My eyes are drawn, inexorably up, to the brass rings that run across the top of the frame, supporting heavy curtains.

ROSITA LAUREN’S POV The next day came by. I yawned before raising my body from the bed and checking the other side of the room. Master wasn’t there. I immediately tied my hair and went out of the room to check if he was there, and he was, cooking some breakfast for us in the kitchen. I bit my lower lip because the master looked like he hadn't slept, but still managed to wake up early compared to me. “G-Good morning, master,” I happily greeted. He only looked at me before pointing at the chair before me.

The force of my impact making the bed bounce a little. That's when I noticed that I wanted to pee. Getting up with a promise to return, I my way back towards the way I came. In my search for the bathroom I started with the last door. It opened up to a small bedroom, the second was a bathroom then finally the toilet. Which was midways into the corridor, so the master bedroom was far enough not to see even though it had no door. The bed itself was hidden behind a wall so no one will see my butt if I decide to sleep naked. Though I definitely wouldn't mind if Herman saw it. Thea get a grip.