Romans & histoires Reclusive Master

Lucas It was beautiful as I recalled the flashbacks of the intensity of the things we did in his office at work! Thank goodness the building is soundproof I can’t imagine someone hearing us like his secretary and he asked me to his penthouse, us alone. In the drive there I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear and so excited about seeing this man again…i drive through the gates into the massive penthouse the butler showed me in as I carried my canvas. Immediately I opened the door there he is waiting for me the thought made a tingle run down my toes I dropped the canvas and work bag.

She tapped the speaker until someone spoke from the other line. "Hello, who's this?" Ashley cleared her throat, "This is Ashley, Ashley Winston, Master." She was nervous, afraid that he might end the call, ignore her as she disturbed Klaud's father. But to her surprise, Chris Anderson laughed sweetly, breathed heavily upon hearing her sweet, angelic voice. "Oh, my sweetest Ashley! How long have you been in the country? I thought you will stay there for good." He was talking about the far, secluded village in the country. Her parents owned an exclusive subdivision for rich people, they let them rent the lot but away from the mansion.

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.

Two nights earlier, I had stood alone inside his private study praying for the walls to swallow me whole, the memory still clung to me like ice beneath my skin, I remembered standing outside his office doors while armed guards watched silently from either side. “Knock,” one ordered. My shaking knuckles barely touched the wood when he answered. “Come in, Leah.” Even his voice frightened me, I stepped inside carefully, lowering my gaze immediately the way the Mothers had trained us since childhood. The Master sat near a glowing television screen, one arm resting comfortably against a dark leather chair. Candlelight flickered across polished shelves lined with forbidden books ordinary members w

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.

Shaped like a rattlesnake, the man curled himself up on the wall. He pressed the barrel of his pistol against his neck and closed his eyes as if embracing a lover. He savored the feeling of power that enveloped him. He looked down at the unsuspecting humans moving to and fro the hallway, oblivious of the fact that somewhere in the building, danger was lurking and lying in wait for somebody that was being held in the building. They were right to be bothered. He'd not come for any of them. He'd come specifically for one person; one person who'd broken the code of conduct or was about to and was going to pay dearly for it with his life.

"I bought myself a very expensive present." Now, what would that have been? I ponder what I know of my Master. I know what he drives. He didn´t buy himself a flashy car. He doesn´t wear designer watches or jewellery, and his clothes, while smart and stylish, are not over the top. My Master has vanished off into the house. Is he avoiding me? Certainly, he avoided the question. "What did he buy himself?" I whisper to Michael. He eyes me sideways. "You figure it out..." he grins. And he disappears off after my Master.

Wrong question, that's a dead end. “Master seems quite busy, what does he do?” “He owns a chain of shops and some restaurants and clubs.” OK, that was something, now it comes… “Mr Reyes isn’t a noble, is he?” There was a long awkward silence. “What are you implying?” His tone got a hundred degrees colder. Fuck she pissed him. He must be one of the loyal ones. “I’m just trying to learn something about him. I was just wondering how did he manage to achieve all this, alone without any support? He must be an amazing businessman.” There, she made him a compliment about his beloved master.

He stood in front of it and his eyes shone dark Red, causing the other Wolves to fall back. This was an Alpha and they had to obey. He heaved a deep breath and ran back to the dark house. He looked around and the other two were already putting on their clothes. Seriously? What If I had gone berserk? Zach scoffed, glaring at the man. Master Adrian, where did you go. The Butler asked. The Master was not the type to go anywhere. It was nothing.. Put on some clothes. We're leaving. He said and walked out, leaving the men in disbelief..