Trading Master Novels & Stories

He said resting his back on the door wall. "I.... Uhm... how.... do I... uhm, well... earn the right to be... uhm... uhm... fucked... fucked.... By your... uhm... uhm..." "By my cock." Master cuts in. I coughed repeatedly, my eyes staring at the cold tiles. "Yeah, that." I blinked my eyes, squeezing my fingers together.

But something about his interest in this initiative… something about how he’d spoken to me… it carried implications I couldn’t yet parse. I shut down the console. Neither numbers nor predictability could answer this. And the market is painfully predictable today anyway. With nothing pressing on the initiative, I turn to trade. The stock feeds scroll across my screens in a dizzying array of candles, graphs, algorithms, and projections. I move assets, arbitrage foreign exchanges, flip derivatives and execute option trades. It is a half past one in the afternoon by the time I glance at the digital clock. Five hundred million dollars richer by breakfast. Pocket change.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking 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 eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master 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 decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

In my defence, I wasn't religious about following up with world news, and one didn't just get stuck with billionaires in elevators. Ares Masters was the current CEO Of Masters Global, a multi billion world wide company. You couldn't take a breath without seeing a locomotive plastered with the Masters logo. Pictures of him showed him with different stunning women on dates, outings and events. Leggy women with flawless make up and ankle breaking heels. Super models, actresses, heiresses and the likes.

It has been years since I have been able to walk or run. I had barely eaten, or had water. The darkness is around when the sun goes down. The only time I saw light is when the being said the words ‘Time to make money.’. I do not know what he is talking about. I see other animals, in something called a cage, like me. Each day, they are taken by other beings. I never see them again when they leave. I wondered where they were going. I wondered if they were alive. I do not know who the beings are, or what they want. I know I am their ‘property’, but I do not know what the word means. My father did not teach me the English language. The beings talk around me, and I wish I could understand them. B

The offer was intoxicating. "I… need time to consider," I managed. Zac nodded, sliding a business card across the table. "Decide within three days. Remember, true geniuses aren't meant to be confined—they're meant to soar." I stepped out into the night, gazing at the full moon. My mind had already made up its decision. Three days later, I met Zac again and formally accepted his investment proposal. As we talked, I realized he was far more than an ordinary venture capitalist. In the tech world, he was a renowned "Midas Touch," having successfully backed multiple unicorns.

Larissa said happily. "I hope you won’t keep our granddaughter away from us, Cassia. I promise Larissa and I will give her all our love. And don’t get mad if we end up spoiling her," Armando said with a laugh. Armando was just as excited to meet and hold his grandchild. He was overjoyed to hear that his only son, Asher, was finally going to be a father. "No problem, Mom and Dad. By the way, I’d like to introduce you to Sofia, who’s in charge of today’s event. She did an amazing job with the gender reveal for Asher and me," Cassia proudly said.

“I mean, you should have a name. A family.” “I have no one.” “Then how did you get here?” “I don't know.” I slammed my palm on my small, round table, spilling coffee all over the whole place. “I don't know whatever you're up to, but you certainly can't stay here.” I pushed. “I can't be your Master.” Then he stood up, taking slow strides towards me. For a moment, I was blown away by how high and mighty he looked at the moment. If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet.

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

His dream of becoming a temperature seems still open to be pursued. "I don't really need grades. What I need is just to be able to follow the lessons," he added. His cell phone then rang. "Hello," replied Titus. "Excuse me, sir?" Silence… "It's okay to let it go down, it's up again later." Silence. “I bought yesterday when the position was open at 1,540.” Pro traders! "Excuse me, Bro, where have we been?"