Slave Master Novels & Stories

Rose blankly nodded at him. He smirked internally as he thought of one possible way of scaring her and he did. He grabbed her arms roughly jerking her body near him. Her arms touched his chest but her eyes didn’t show any fear or nervousness. She was blank. It was almost like she felt nothing. This angered as well as frustrated him. “Whenever I say something I want a verbal answer. Understood.” Rose blinked nodding her head. “I understand Master.” She mumbled and her voice. Damn that cold voice. He felt weird pleasure in his body hearing her voice even though her tone was cold as ice but the way she called him master he loved it.

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

"Use your words, whore." “Yes, Luna,” I whispered, tasting blood at the corner of my mouth. My jaw throbbed with a fresh sting layered over old bruises. I could feel my pulse beating through the broken skin. She smiled, satisfied. “Rule two,” she continued, “you will attend to me at dawn, midday, and night. I mean anytime i want you. You will dress me. Bathe me. Scrub the filth from my feet and the paint from my nails. If I’m bleeding, you’ll clean it. If I’m sick and vomit, you’ll swallow it. You are human and you are my slave.”

Loosening her, then adding a third finger, continuously thrusting crisscrossing inside her convulsing opening until he finally made her reach nirvana, her juices glistening on his fingers and palm; as he reveled in the knowledge that he brought pleasure to this cheeky female. Anita heard sucking lapping sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her dazed eyes with no shame, and being the shameless individual he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and slurpe

“Oh master.. Yes master “She tried to press her thighs together but the cuff drew her legs back open. Tears streamed down her cheeks as pleasure overwhelmed her. “You like how I suck you, huh? You like how I fucking lick you clean yeah?” “Oh yes Master! Fuck master… right,” Amelia exclaimed and Maximo felt her pussy clenched hard around his fingers and her clit throbbing against his tongue. “Oh Master i am going to cum.” she yelled and he moaned eating her pussy well and moaning at the sweetness, his beard scratching the down part of her pussy and making her go crazy. . “Umm… sugar… you do not have my permission to cum.” “Hell no!” she cried frustrated. “Do not deprive me master. please.”

Tammy: Damon tied a towel around his body and stepped out of the bathroom, leaving me there to clean myself. I took my time, drying every drop of water from my body with the towel. Once I was done, I dumped the towel into the hamster and walked into the room but the sight that greeted me froze my steps. Damon was kneeling with one knee up in the middle of the room, arms stretched forth, bearing a black box with a single silver ring in it.

"Then how many years do you think you can live?" "72?" "Eh?" *Counting from 1-100. 1..2...3....and 100! "72 what? 72 thousand?" Butt shake. "WHAT!!!" Luis Park yelled. "It's your fucking fault master!" Butt yelled. *slap *Counting... 1....2.. and 3. "Tell me how." Luis Park asked seriously. "Master I'm not sure how to say this... but your life and my life is connected. When you die I die also. That is a master and slave seal. But when I die... you won't... as a slave, a master won't die."

Cullen screamed. Heart nodded. “Ugh, yes, I will come again for you, my master, ughhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhh!”

When we got to the room, all I wanted to do was lay down. 'You will obey me when I tell you something. You are my pet; I am your master. Do you understand me? ' I did not want to speak. I did not want to hear his words; to accept my fate. Sebastian was right. I was to be enslaved. "Yes Kilian, I understand..."

She stare at Master Damien's bareback licking her lips and hoping she could run her hands through his smooth toned skin. If only he could allow her to touch him even if it was only once, she would do a lot of roaming on his marvelous skin but no, the master would never allow any of his slaves to touch him when he's on top of them. If by mistake your hands get to touch him, severe punishment awaits you immediately and he wouldn't hesitate to call the guards who would drag you out of the bed and straight to the torture room. She was still lost in her fantasy world when the Master's voice brought her back from her daydream.