Novel & Cerita To My Beloved Master

"I'm sorry for that, but I... I will wait for your call, Master. I am stuck, and I need someone's help!" Ashley said an alibi to get his attention. She knew Chris Anderson would call his son and give an order which he needed to obey. While waiting for his answer, she sniffed, played with the smoke as the rain continued to pour. "I know Master won't let Klaud marry that poor, ugly woman! I have to get all his trust and attention, that's the only best way to be by his side, forever." She paused. And with a smile on her lips, she mumbled, "I'll be her sweetest nightmare, ever."

she said, her eyes filled with tears, “I love you. And I know you care…” She went on, rising carefully on her toes to brush her mouth across his, as he held her waist tenderly, “That is all I want my Master.”

"Kyra, listen. I didn't bring you here just out of pity. You're my sub, that means it's my responsibility to take care of you, to help you heal and grow. But I have demands too. Needs. This isn't charity." She nodded slowly, heart racing. The air thickened, the contract's weight returning. "I know, Master," she whispered, fiddling with the mug's handle, her voice soft but steady. He studied her, noticing the nervous tic, the way she bit her lower lip just a fraction, endearingly cute, even in vulnerability. "Are you ready to truly enter my world? To trust me with that?" She met his eyes, nerves fluttering like butterflies, but she nodded, a small, determined dip of her chin. "Yes. I'm ready.

I’d been gone from the world for five years, but I still understood the suffocating weight of desperation. "Your master must be cruel," I said gently. "He should have listened to your side of the story. It’s not fair to blame you for everything—especially when it’s his child running off. Parenting isn’t just the responsibility of a maid." She turned to me, her tear-streaked face a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "Are you... serious? Have you been living under a rock?" I blinked, caught off guard. "Why would you say that?" "Wait," she said, her voice sharp with realization. "You don’t know who Justin Hunt is?"

“Feel how deep I am?” Jasmine moaned, voice muffled against the tablecloth. “Yes—yes, Master—” His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her there, keeping her pinned as he drove his cock deeper, fucking and pounding her pussy like it was going to be his last. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say you love being fucked like this.” Jasmine’s toes curled. Her stomach tightened in pleasure, lips trembling. “I—I love it—Master—I love it—oh fuck—”

My voice was barely above a whisper. “Master is getting married!”

they pleaded, tears streaming down their faces. "You're on mining duties," Master decreed, his voice devoid of empathy as he dragged me back inside the house. I was still reeling from the violence I had witnessed, my anger simmering beneath the surface. Master's eyes locked onto mine, a mocking glint in their depths. "That's it, no thank you, Master?" he taunted, his smirk infuriating me. I bowed my head, forcing out a meek "Thank you, Master" while seething with rage and a desire to defy him.

Tiffany smiled warmly at me before pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “You're welcome, Gianna. You were there for me when I had no one else and it’s time for me to return the favor. Always remember, even in the darkest moments, love and courage will light the way. If there’s anything you ever need, please, do not hesitate to tell me.” I nodded, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand as I took a deep breath, allowing the serenity of the moment to wash over me before settling back into bed, hoping the horrors that once plagued my sleep wouldn’t return.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

I bit my lips and fixed myself. I can't believe I'm eating all my words, and I hate to say that we both know what's between us, and we won't talk about it. Arthur knows that I know. Does this mean I'm accepting the fact that I'm a mistress? I'm his mistress. His mistress.