The Master Puppeteer Book Novels & Stories

Eliana POV After the auction, I'd been guided toward a black SUV with tinted windows and told to wait until my master joined me. Master! Someone fucking owned me now! It felt like forever before the door opened again and the guy who had bought me - my mate, my master - joined me, his face blank. He looked me up and down as the car began to move away from the haunted looking house before he nodded and looked away. I felt dirty, worthless, violated.

Then laid on my bed and spread out my hands and legs. Politics was a dirty game, but was it supposed to be bloody? And was it all about politics or something else? Some minutes later, the door opened and a slave girl and a slave boy were escorted in by Maren. I didn't even commit their faces to memory. Just a glance and that was all. "Get to work," I ordered. The slave boy went down on me while the girl dropped kisses all over my body. It was some time before I responded to their administrations because my mind was elsewhere.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

"FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!" The pleasure was a monster. It was a giant wave of fire that was burning me from the inside out. I felt my internal muscles clenching around him like a thousand tiny hands. I was shaking. I was seeing stars. I was losing my mind in the Master Study. "I'M CLOSE!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I'M COMING FOR THE MASTER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to leave his mark on the room and on me. He gave three more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world explode into a billion pieces of white light.

I cocked the hammer and pushed the barrel against her head, forcing her to face the side. A whisper, barely heard over Rosa’s cries: “He goes by the Puppet Master...” I smiled, dancing the gun across her belly, drawing fresh screams. “Who the fuck is the Puppet Master?” He shuddered. “He sends a messenger and tells us where to pick up the shipment and the drop off location. I don’t know his real name. I’ve never seen his face or spoken to him. I swear, I’m telling you the truth.” “How did he know where the shipment was?”

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

'HELLO MASTER' (The words Faded into the blank page) I yelped and dropped the book 'PLEASE, DO NOT BE FRIGHTEN, I COME TO SERVE WHOEVER THE BOOK HAS CHOOSES' I curiously shifted back to the book "Wow, I'm now going crazy, what's more weird, the fact that words are magically being written on the page or the fact it just turns itself" 'THE ANCIENT BOOK HAS HELPED PEOPLE GET THEIR DESIRED ONCE UPON A TIME AND HAPPY ENDINGS. ARE YOU READY TO ENBARK ON THIS JOURNEY' The writings that appeared on the book were old and beautiful in black ink... "Eh... Hello... Mr book... Mmm... I don't know what this is all about but... I think your real master would be Mr Jonathan" I said abit scared

Mr Reyes smiled at her action. “Stay where you are.” She said loudly. “Watch me.” Arya slowly started to touch herself, keeping her eyes in contact with the Master. She smirked a bit when her hand slid between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. “Now touch yourself I want to see it.” Her eyes were now fixed on his erect manhood. “You are forgetting yourself Omega, I’m the Master.” He smiled getting up. “I have to say it was quite refreshing to follow your orders for a bit, but I crave something more than my own hand. I know I went harsh on you yesterday so use your mouth now.”

"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.

"Master... Please... Master... Stop..." I struggle to try to get my feet to grip the bed. The Master has never scared me like this before, even with his punishments and some of his punishments are scary but never he himself. The Master quickly leans forward, pushing my hands off of his chest and out of the way so he can grab my hips once more, pulling them more into him. I whimper again and start to sob, "Please, Master... No Stop... MASTER!... PLEASE STOP!..."