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"How about we give the master suite a little... personal tour? Maybe even christen a few rooms." I raised an eyebrow. "A 'personal tour,' huh? That sounds like something a teenager would say on prom night." Cassian grinned wickedly, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. "Who says I don't still have my prom night moves?" His hands slid lower, squeezing my ass. "There's a master bedroom in there with a bed bigger than the one we have at home." "You're ridiculous," I laughed, pushing him away but I couldn't deny the desire pooling low in my belly. "Let's just see if you can still keep up, old man."

Meant to be seen. He didn’t smirk. Didn’t leer. Just nodded once, as if to confirm I’d followed orders. “Take the left side,” he said quietly, climbing into bed. I climbed in without a word, body tense beneath the sheets. The bed was too soft, too large, and yet suffocating. The master bedroom was colder than I remembered. Immaculate, modern, impersonal. The kind of room built for power, not comfort. The bed, enormous and covered in deep charcoal linens, looked like a trap disguised as luxury.

“What is this?” “Our bedroom now that we’re a couple, the master bedroom.” He explains like he’s talking to a child. The master bedroom stretched before me like a showroom—dark velvet walls, gold-edged mirrors, a bed big enough to drown in. The silk sheets were turned down. The fireplace was glowing. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket beside two crystal flutes. Romantic. Not for me. I stood at the threshold, frozen in place, fists clenched at my sides. Every inch of me screamed that I didn’t belong here.

So, their attention all is on his lover. When I walk before them, it makes me feel like I am a guest who is freeloading here for the time being. Well, I can't say they are at fault. The owner speaks and servants do. I am nothing to their owner, so they do whatever they wish to do. " Master said, he is moving upstairs in the master bedroom. So everyone is busy with moving things!" Master bedroom? This is the opposite room of mine. What is he trying to do? Is he trying to torture me silently? He clearly knows I like him. Then why?

When he told me he would tell me everything about him, I couldn't stop myself from feeling so upset again because it was already too late, and I was already suffering the impact of what he had done. The master's bedroom of his house was immaculate, and I couldn't stop myself from feeling so hot as I looked at his extra king-sized bed at the center of the room with white bed covers. Everything in his room is white, including the pillowcases, and even the leather sofa on the other side is purely white.

“We got the best.” “Yes we did,” I concurred and climbed out of the bed to check the bathroom and I wasn’t surprised to see it’s size as well. There was a bathtub and shower-glass. “It’s big,” I said and I felt Aiden’s arms around me, I didn’t even hear him coming. I melted in his arms just as he hugged me from behind, placing his head on my neck. “I already know it’s big. You can tell by the size of the room. I am pretty sure this is the master’s bedroom and I am not surprised we got it, after all, we are the masters here.”

“These tits bouncing while I take you from behind. Sound good, Elowen?” I moaned softly and arched into his touch. “God, Cassian. Keep talking like that and we will not finish the tour.” We laughed and continued upstairs. The master bedroom was massive. I flopped onto the bare mattress. “This is where we sleep. But I bet you have other ideas.”

“Tonight you sleep in my bed. Not yours.” She stood in the doorway of his room, arms crossed, trying to look casual. But he saw the way her breathing changed. The slight flush creeping up her neck. “Master’s orders?” she asked, voice teasing but a little shaky. The word hit him like a punch. Master. Fuck. His cock twitched hard in his sweatpants. “Yeah,” he said, voice rougher than he meant. “Master’s orders. Clothes off. Get in the bed.”

Ronan sucked my boobs and his fingers teasing my clitoris. Just as he was about to slide in, I woke up breathing heavily. My body was folded and my hands were on my boobs. I touched my panties and it was wet. "Fuck!" I cussed as I sat up on the bed. Did I just dream about me and teacher having sex? I looked beside my bed and his jacket was laying there. I checked the time and it was a few minutes past 6 in the morning. It was Saturday and I was glad. I took in a deep breath and got up from the bed.

I looked around the big mansion trying to find the room. Finally, I found the room yesterday Lina told me about the directions but I was still not sure. I bit my lip still not sure about going in or not. But then finally I did. I was left mesmerized at how beautiful and luxurious it was. It was two times bigger than my room. My eyes fell on Master who was sleeping in his king-sized bed. And he was shirtless. God, I gulped heavily. I didn't want to see him like this but I have no other option.