The Master and his Shadow

Dinner and Strip Clubs

After introductions, you found out that he was the president, Harold Saxon, but his real supposed name was the Master. You thought he was a loony, there was no president by that name. You just gussed he was rich. You were thinking to yourself when the door opened.

“Care to dine with me? You need to get some exercise, plus, we need to get you clothes.” The Master poked his head through the doorway. You nodded lightly and sat up. He grinned and walked over, a key revealing itself from his pocket.

Unlocking the collar, you thought he was going to take it off. The chain came loose, but the collar remained. “I like the look of that collar on you.” he smiled. You frowned and looked away. The Master patted your shoulder. “Come on. I hope you like Chinese.” He grinned. You got up slowly and followed him to the door. You were hesitant to follow, but his warm hand took yours and pulled you along.

A dining table lined with delicious food rested at the table. Your stomach growled at the sight of meat and starches. A soft chuckle brought you back to your senses and you were both at the table.

“Sit down anywhere, as long as you’re next to me.” He smirked and sat down. Reluctantly, you sat next to him. “What became of his wife, Lucy?”

“Oh, Lucy…? She ah… She’s not here.” He looked down. You gasped. Did you speak out loud?! “No, I just can read minds.” He smirked. “Now... let’s eat. I am very hungry…” he eyed the food. You never realized how good he looked.

“Y-yeah. I’m not stopping ya.” You blushed and looked away. He dug in quickly, not showing any manners.

After dinner, he asked a servant to clean up. He took your wrist and dragged you to a room.

“Hey!” You frowned. He looked back from the corner of his eye. Those chocolate eyes… He closed the door behind him.

“I need to get you a shirt and some pants. Those look like you walked out of a strip club- which I don’t mind.” He smirked and opened a closet. Suits and shirts lined the closet walls. “Sit on my bed.”

“Why the hell would I do that?!” You growled. The Master looked behind him at you. He had a malevolent look in his eyes.

“Because I might want to undress you myself and I want you out of the way.” You took that as enough to sit and plopped down. The bed was fluffy and you sank into the mattress. This was the life rich people lived then?

After sifting through clothes, he threw a sweatshirt and some black jeans at you. “I’ll turn around and you better change. I’ll give you thirty seconds. Aaaand go!” he spun around and you dressed.

He started the same tapping which you heard before. This time it was on the closet doors. Why just the four beats over and over? You just finished as he turned around. “You look nice.” He smirked. You frowned and began to walk out. He followed closely behind. He then pinned you against a wall.

“You listen here… you try anything, say anything, or even have a look in your eyes, and I will drag you home and do unspeakable things to you.” his chocolate eyes poured into yours. They intimidated you, showing a bit of lust and something else you couldn’t put your finger on.

You nodded quickly then his lips got dangerously close to your ear. “You will learn one reason why I am the Master.” His lips brushed against your neck and you turned scarlet. He laughed and let go. “Let’s go have some fun then!”