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Yes Master

Novel By: kerryl86
Erotica



*(FINISHED)*My name is Monica and I am owned by my master. I do anything and everything he says even the texts during the middle of the night to meet him or catch him climbing in my bed at night. I am his property and there is no way of getting out it. At least for now I thought. At least until I started falling in love with him and then finding a lot a lot of things about my past that started to all make sense. View table of contents...


Submitted:May 29, 2014    Reads: 629    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   


I stood up against the wall just watching Stephen and my father walk away into another room. My heart was pounding like crazy and I was starting to breath heavy. I just had to calm myself down and just barewith it all. I kept seeing other masters' stare at me with those needy eyes or thirst. I knew what they wanted to do and so did they. I knew that there was a line for them to have their way with me. I just prayed it didn't happen. I could hear my father and Stephen arguing from here. Not really understanding what they were saying but loud mumbling you could tell they were arguing.

"Well Well are you ready for tonight?" a man walked up to me and asked

"As much as I will ever be I guess"

He knew that I was scared shitless and didn't know what to even say to him. He brought his hand and rubbing the back of it along my cheek.

"Don't be scared it will be over before you know it with him and you will be with someone else" he said

"What are you talking about?" I asked

"Your husband this will be his last night on earth my dear"

"What?"

"You didn't know. Well he knows the rules you cant leave. Fucking ever." He said grabbing my arm and jerking me towards him.

He started kissing my neck as I just started crying. I knew my father was a no good asshole. But if I started fighting this man things would be worse. I knew I had to get away from him. So I started to come up with some bull shit.

"How about you give me my punishment Master?" I whispered in his ear.

"First of all who's Master am I?" He demanded

"Yours" I looked into his eyes begging so he knew I wasn't bullshitting with him.

"Good Slave. How do you want to be punished?"

"I think you as my master should decide"

"Good answer slave. Let's go upstairs" he said yanking my arm and pulling me behind me up the stairs. I had to think of things quick.

He opened the first empty room he could find and threw me on the bed. While he locked the door. He tore my dress off and pinned down my legs and started slapping me across the face.

"This is for being a fucking bad slave" he said slapping me again

"This is for giving my brother a fucking daughter" he slapped me again

"And a second one you dirty whore. You fucking disgust me"

I just zoned out for a minute thinking of our daughters and our son at home. I had to get this man off of me. Let alone if what he said is true Stephen would be alive by the time he was done with me.

"What do you have to say for yourself you fucking slave" he said pulling my arms up causing me to sit up and him look into my eyes.

I looked deep into his eyes and all of a sudden they changed. He just stopped and pulled me close into his chest.

"Now I know why that son of a bitch loves you"

I just started crying.

"I want to go home. With my husband and to my son"

"What did you say?" he asked

"I thought you guys had daughters"

I looked back and him and shook my head.

"We did. But I got pregnant again before he left he didn't even know until he got back"

"So you have a son at home?" he asked

"Yes we do"

"Why the fuck didn't Stephen tell anyone?"

"He wants out and he wants to be out for good"

"He should have just told them he has a fucking son. We got to go get him. They are going to kill him" he said getting up and throwing my dress at me. It was tore but it was wearable. He took my hand and ran with me down stairs.

"You didn't punish her very long" another man said as we were running by.

"Where the fuck did they take Stephen?" he asked

"Basement. Why?" the other man asked

"They have a fucking son together. They can't touch him"

"Shit Go!" he yelled as we ran and the other guy ran after us. We ran down to the basement and of course it was locked.

"Hold on Tom has a key to it he is upstairs" the guy ran back upstairs as I could hear Stephen yelling out in pain.

I don't get why he wouldn't just tell them we have a son. It would make things so much easier right now. It took that man forever to come back with other guy. And the whole time I could just hear him hitting or doing something to Stephen that was causing him to cry out in so much pain. It was breaking my heart.

"Get the fuck out of the way" they said coming back down the stairs. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. It was one of those heavy stone doors that took all three of them to slide open.

"Let him the fuck go!" I yelled running into the room.

"You fucking get that slave back" my father yelled

"She has every right" Tom yelled

I ran over to Stephen he was tied to a chair with chains and they were beating him with everything imaginable. Whips, chains, leather straps.

"What the fuck" my father yelled as I walked up to Stephen he had his head handing down I took my hand and lifted it up. His eyes were already swollen and there was blood everywhere.

"I am here baby. Unfucking tie him" I yelled.

The other guy did it while Tom was talking to my father. I felt Stephens hand run up my back and I pulled him close to me.

"I am here baby we are going home"

"How do you not know she is not fucking lying to save her husband" my father yelled

"Then come home with me and see my son for yourself" I yelled at him

"I will make a deal with you if there is no baby no son you can kill Stephen and me too. But if there is you let me and my family go!" I yelled

"I will show you everything birth certificate, pictures any fucking thing you want to see"

My father just glared at me and sighed

"Alright you got one fucking chance" he said dropping the whip me had in his hand to the floor.

Stephen stood up as I helped him. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder as he wrapped the other around Tom.

I heard the other two guys whisper.

"I can't believe they had a son. This is the first male born into this in a long time. Decades."

"You know Leon could get into deep shit for this"

I just walked Stephen up the stairs and out to the car. Every one followed. Including my father. Everyone was staring at us. Word had spread that we have a son and my father was beating him for no reason. They were all trying to help me walk Stephen out to the car. Someone handed me a wet rag to clean his face a little when we got outside. Someone even handed me a bag of ice. Since we have a son apparently it has made Stephen a head master. That he was respected by all instantly and they were showing him respect while we walked out to the car.

I put him in the passenger seat. I started cleaning off his face getting most of the blood off. It had already started to dry so it was a little tougher to clean it off. But I got off everything the best I could.

"I didn't know he was going to do that baby" he mumbled

"I know I didn't either that's why I had to tell them about our son"

"Thank you" he said

"You saved me I thought he was going to kill me"

"Don't thank me let's just get home so we can prove we have a son and leave this shit behind us" I said to him.

I put his seat belt on him and took the car keys out of his pocket. I pressed the bag of ice on to his left eye that one looked worse than the other and shut the door. My father and a few other guys I am sure of which one was Leon were in a black car parked next to us waiting to follow me. I got in the driver side pulled the seat up because Stephen was way taller than me and started the car. Put it in drive and went straight home.

We pulled up in the drive way and all of the lights were off in the house except the living room lamp. His sister must be still asleep. I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for Stephen. He climbed out and wrapped his arm around me as we started walking to the front door. My father and his associates started to follow us.

I opened the front door and his sister looked up and her mouth about dropped.

"What the fuck happened?" she said coming up to the other side of Stephen and helped me guide him to the couch.

"Don't worry I am fine" Stephen said sitting down

"Who are these people?" she asked

"They are here to verify something" I said

"Let me guess that your son is real" she cocked an attitude towards them.

"Yeah" I went back into our son's bedroom and picked him up. Even though I knew he would cry I just let him. Let me rephrase that he was screaming. I went into Stephen and I's bedroom and went in the closet where the lock box safe I had and got out the baby's birth certificate.

I walked back into the living room as he was still screaming. Stephen got up off the couch and walked up to me. He scooped him out from my arms and held him close to his chest. Kind of rocking him a little bit.





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