Breakthrough With The Forbidden Master Novels & Stories

My thighs trembled as he stroked me through the lace, a slow, torturous rhythm that made me whimper. "You're soaked," he whispered against my lips, his voice low and husky, laced with satisfaction. "All for me." I clutched at his shoulders, trying to ground myself against his fingers as waves of pleasure threatened to pull me under. His fingers pressed firmer, teasing, circling— A sharp knock shattered the moment. I gasped, my entire body going rigid. Andreas groaned in frustration, his forehead dropping against mine as he exhaled a curse. “Fuck!”

she said carefully. “You don’t have to force it, Kat. If it’s real, it’ll come back on its own.” Rebecca knew what her cousin was going through, the trauma. Not being able to explain or understand what happened, how she got out, what she had felt those few moments, watching air exit her lungs. Katerina nodded. Rebecca was right. Whatever it was, if it were real, she would eventually remember. Maybe not immediately but one day the memories will come back and they will actually feel real.

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

Silas Blackwood sat at the head, his expression as unreadable as ever. Without hesitation, driven by desperation, she ran straight to his table. The room blurred around her; conversations hushed. She dropped to her knees in front of him, head bowed, voice breaking in a pitiful plea. "Please...take me as your sub. I... I can't do this alone anymore. I'll do anything. Just... save me." For the first time, the cold, composed Master looked shocked. His eyes widened, not with lust, but disbelief at her boldness. The men around him exchanged stunned glances.

she asked, her voice raspy. "The Master is in a state of deep mental ruin and instability. If you want to bind him before the wedding, you can't use conventional methods," I whispered with convincing authority. "Mix this into his drink tonight. Don't worry, Miss. This drug will break down his sanity... and make him hallucinate that you are the woman he has been longing for all this time."

Who knows how it started, but the young master himself forbade them from telling Elena about this. “Y-Young master… He has a lot of work, Miss. So he won’t return for a few days.” He answered clearly, although he was a little flustered. He answered Elena’s question according to the young master’s order, who was now watching them from the dining table. “Oh? I thought it was the young master that arrived this afternoon?” Elena said in confusion. The people in the room could barely breathe. Elena looked at Thomas who was still there, she looked like she was thinking and Thomas seemed to read her mind.

“You’ll cum when I say so. Not before.” She nodded frantically, already unraveling. “Yes—yes, Master—please—” He pulled back slowly—then slammed in again.

She tucked her face into the crook of my neck, her breath hitching as I stepped out of the study and into the dimly lit corridor. The walk to my bedroom was silent. The shadows of the house seemed to stretch and lean toward us, witnesses to the transgression I was carrying in my arms. I felt a dark, pulsing sense of triumph. In this house, I was the heir, the protector, the golden son—but in the dark, I was the one who had dismantled the most forbidden fruit.

He pulled me in for a hug. I did not spend the rest of the party obsessing over the fact that Liam and Alex were leaving. What I did was enjoyed myself and dance so freely that even the kids were embarrassed by me. Forbidden means that you can not have something or someone. And historically and by Beacon's values, I could not have a couple of things; like an omega having a good and successful life, and a she-wolf falling in love and getting married to a demon. But I made that sh*t happen. I did that. Lara Zane Meyer did that!