Linder adjusted his glasses nervously first, then pursed his lips.

In a sitting position, he was being embraced from the back as he sat between the Master's legs who acted like his human head board.

He wouldn't deny it, it felt good to lean into him, but his heart tried to break free, if he was frankly speaking, he was scared.

"Linder... that's a pretty name."

He felt the vibrations from the Master's chest when he spoke. The heat spread through his body.

"Thank you Daddy," Linder said as if it came automatically to him.

"Say that again," the Master replied.

Linder wasn't sure why he'd said it. But he'd do it again if the scorching hot boulder of a man behind him asked it of him. His insides were already jelly at the moment.

"Err... thank you Daddy."

Linder went rigid as strong hands latched onto his shoulders. His breath hitched as he didn't know what to expect.

"You are so nervous, so many tension knots on these shoulders." He felt fingers begin to move right after his right shoulder was kissed.

Fuck.

Linder was ready to offer himself up for him. And that was all it had taken to make up his mind about it.

Linder let out a sound between a strangled moan and a whimper when he felt the Master massaging his delicate shoulders.

"Ohh," he let out.

It was starting to turn him on. Why? He didn't know but it made his skin slowly burn with desire.

The Master had skillful fingers it seemed.

"Oh-h yea-" Linder clamped a hand against his mouth so fast, ashamed of his behavior and of the words and sounds falling off his mouth.

"S-stop... please d-da–"

"You're sexy," The Master said instead. "Your lean frame, your glasses and the curve of your ass, it's all so sexy."

The Master was now kneading his ass cheeks while talking to him. Linder found it so hot he was writhing and breathing heavily.

"Don't, please d-don't Daddy," he ground out in the mess that he was.

He felt the Master's hot breath against his neck, at the part where it connected to his shoulder. He shrunk back at the way it tickled.

"I hear two words, 'don't stop'" the Master said. Really smug because of all the distortion he was causing.

"Oh yeah... yes please."

The Master was now roaming all over his body with his hands. Nothing else made sense aside from the hands on him.

Then Linder found two brain cells in his head to read the situation and then he realized what he was saying.

"No! I meant no,"

The Master laughed. Setting his teeth on his shoulder. Linder shivered.

"No?"

"Mhm... p-pl-"

"This is fun, getting you so worked up like this," the Master said. "You're going to shatter so beautifully when I stop playing games."

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Mason thought that when the time came for him to spend the night with the Master, he was going to lose it.

He'd talked it over and over in his head how the scene was going to play out, what he was going to say. He knew it all in head word by word. Except that when he got there, everything was different.

His preparation was thrown off the window as their eyes met with the Master. He swallowed a lump in throat as he felt his mind go blank.

"H-" Mason didn't get to even finish before he was pulled onto the Master's lap.

What the fuck are you trying to do? Make me jump you?! He screamed at the Master inside his head as he squirmed on his lap.

"Fucking stay still," a commanding voice brought a stop to his movement. That and an erection swelling between his ass.

"Fu-"

"If you don't want me taking you right here before we can properly talk."

I honestly wouldn't mind that.

"Oh? That excites you doesn't it?" The Master tightened his hold on Mason.

The latter looked between them to see that he was indeed hard. He felt a little ashamed at his lack of self control.

"Yes Daddy," Mason figured there was no point in denying it.

"Too bad, I only want to talk to you."

As long as I'm sitting here. "Okay..."

It wasn't fair but Mason figured it was reasonable. Of course they'd have to communicate eventually, he knew that. Which is why he remembered the one thing he'd been trying to figure out since he got here.

"What is your name?" Mason dared to ask.

As far as he knew, none of the other guys seemed to know. He first thought it would be revealed once they met the Master but till now, it remained a mystery.

Then he thought of asking Tadashi but he hadn't seen him since the Master had arrived.

"You aren't important enough to know that detail."

Mason heard the cold answer and tried to keep his emotions in check.
It stung.
And he didn't even understand why. It shouldn't have, but it did.

His bluntness, Mason hated it already. Hated a part of him already.

"Aw that's a sour face right there. Are you hurt?" The Master was smiling.

Asshole.

"You can't hurt me."

"That's good because signing those papers was a death sentence for your emotions."

"You don't need to tell me that," Mason answered coolly. He knew what signing the papers meant. He'd read them, he wasn't stupid.

"Then why do you sound a little aggravated?" the Master asked a Mason who was trying to school his features. "Or are you keeping that too?"

"Daddy..." Mason's hand went to hold the Master's neck before slowly leaning in. "I'm only acting like we're married."

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"Hey Daddy..." said Riley with the biggest grin on his face.

The Master raised one eyebrow. "You're not intimidated by me."

"Oh I am. I just happen to hide things really well," he said in an honest yet playful tone. "Like how I'm hiding the fact that I'm getting really hard for you right now."

Riley stood closer to the Master, looking at him, his eyes screaming a challenge.

The Master cursed and his smile widened.

"I know you want to, come on, do something about it," Riley said. His confidence was solid, observed the Master and he sort of liked that.

Riley found himself slammed against the wall, his back to it, and with surprising strength the Master pinned his arms above his head. His face was probably just an inch away from the Master's.

"You have quite the mouth on you."

Riley had heard that before. In fact so many times. He said whatever was in his mind, you either liked it or you didn't. That wouldn't stop him from saying it.

The Master touched his junk and tingles ran down his spine. Riley liked how the hand closed around him.

"Oh that's a big one, I bet you feel so proud of yourself."

Riley was proud of his size, in fact, really proud. But he didn't flaunt it in everyone's face. They always found out if they wanted to. Just like the Master was doing right now.

"You want it inside Papi?"

Papi?

Stormy eyes regarded him coldly. "The rules are clear. And now, you've run out of your only chances to break them."

The rules... Riley didn't think he'd broken anything. Technically, he'd still called him Daddy. Surely they weren't that strict.

Riley started to gasp for air before he realized he was choking. A hand still pinned his above him but the other now tightened around his neck. Squeezing almost more than was necessary.

He struggled but they only tightened further. A few veins started to bulge but the Master never wavered, never loosened his grip.

"Mnff-"

"When I can no longer draw in breath, when my blood has run cold, and I'm lifeless on the floor," the Master's raspy voice said, never rising higher than it was, never losing its calm. "That is the day I will let you put it inside. You understand me?"

Riley struggled to nod and break free as tears automatically collected in his eyes. He needed air, he couldnt breathe.

His knees buckled and he dropped on them on the floor when the Master finally let him go. Hands going up to soothe his throat and coughs racking through his body as he tried to reign his breathing in under control.

The Master only looked at him. A hard glare cast down at him.

Riley's eyes remained rooted on the ground until he felt fingers on one side of his cheek, then under his chin. Slowly forcing him to look up.

Riley couldn't be more grateful for his complexion. Any other colour wouldn't have been able to take all the heat in his face.

Not with the way the Master was looking at him, with no way to hide his eyes that were probably a little bloodshot from struggling to breathe.

For the first time, the smile aimed at the Master was a weak one.

The Master shoved his thumb inside Riley's mouth. Engulfing it in softness and warmth.

"You see, when it comes to me, right there is where you belong."

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The room was dark, but not completely because it was illuminated by the lamps at the bed side. They glowed a bright and yet dim white light that revealed a huge bed, soft pillows and an angry man settled between them.

Out of habit, Jet cracked his knuckles, he always did it when he was nervous and it always worked in his favour because people always got the wrong idea. And right now he was really nervous.

The Master didn't know this as he regarded him. He liked the look on his face, it showed how extremely uncomfortable he was. He resisted the urge to scoff, but he was amused.

"Is that supposed to be intimidating? Or better yet, scary?" he asked.

Jet's eyes immediately shot to him from between the pillows. A tattooed hand moving up to twist his lower lip. "It depends, are you scared?"

So fucking brave.

"You are like a soft wild kitten, who still has so much to learn."

Jet didn't think he needed to learn anything. Nobody knew him, and that was exactly how he liked it. And now this? He didn't like the sound of it. Not one bit.

"I could teach you a thing or two about being scary." The Master walked towards him, with one knee first, he got onto the bed and evaded Jet's space.

"You'll have to ask me nicely first," in one swift motion he tangled their legs together and turned Jet's back to his chest, holding his hands behind his back in a death grip. "Can you break free?"

The Master's smile turned into a smirk when Jet struggled beneath him.

"I don't know the last time I was scared... but I can tell you are, right now."

"I'm n-" the Master's hand closed over Jet's mouth, shutting him up.

"This close, I can feel your heartbeat. And you know what?" The Master whispered. "It screams scared."

He'd been right about Jet not being able to do a thing about it. Jet struggled once more but eventually gave in. His chest heaved.

"Tell me, do you ever just have to stand and have people quake at your sight?" The Master licked the side of his neck.

Whatever the helpless man had tried to say was muffled behind his hand.

"I like the fight in you," the Master said. "It's the type of fire I like to consume."

"I don't like you," replied Jet once his mouth was free.

"All in due time," the Master let him go. "You truly are a fierce little cub aren't you?" He cocked his eyebrow at Jet's angry face.

"I'm no little cub!"

The Master chuckled, mostly at the fact that he could get under his skin so easily.

"I'm going to have my share of fun with you little cub. This is only the beginning."

Jet sprang off the bed at the chance he got. A scowl aimed at the Master while he took a few steps back.

"I'm not your little cub! Fuck you!" He said before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

It took almost all of the Master's self control to let him go. He had time, he told himself.

And this was exactly why the rules said disobedience was allowed once in the first week. And besides that, he knew that time always worked things out.

But slamming the door? Jet was going to apologize for that.