Emma Watson Masterbating Novels & Stories

TWO DAYS LATER "Hey, you! Come here!" A really arrogant girl in her early twenty called Elijah who was standing almost ten steps away from her, beside her oldie grandmother's luxurious car. She is Samantha Watson, another hire of the Watson family. She is young and beautiful but most of the beauty is artificial on her face as starting from the eyelashes to her teeth, they are all fake. From the look of her, it looks like she had done her lip and nose job quite a few times at this age. She was wearing a tight short dress while her dyed blonde hair was left open. She was wearing sunglasses which is why her eyes weren't visible and she was continuously fanning herself as the sun was shining hot

"It's great that you are back!" Megan sounded excited; she was about to approach Darryl. However, she was stopped quickly. "Stop!" Watson yelled from the side. He stood up and said coldly to Megan, "Do you deserve to call the Alliance Master by his name? Megan, do you think you are still the Alliance Master? Or do you think you are still the Emei Sect Master? Sober up! You are only a prisoner now." Watson turned his head to give Darryl an ingratiating look. "Alliance Master, this woman is cunning, and she has harmed you before, so please don't take her lightly."

She screamed while she was on top of me. What the fuck?! This bitch is really crazy! I don’t want! I don’t know what I should do with my situation right now. This woman is manipulating me. Basically, I am under her control. I can’t let that video of us to be broadcasted, it will be the end of my life and everything. But I did not came. She got tired and then got off of me. “Mr. Chairman, I am going to take a bath, please wait for me okay? Once I am done, I want you to sign the documents where in you will transfer all of your money and property under my name.” She said and even winked at me.

I should be presentable. I soaked myself in the bathtub filled with warm water, mixed with strawberry extract for about 3 mins. Paid a lot of attention to my body and skin. I want myself glowing for my master. Once I was done bathing, i dried my body up, also creamed my body... Master didn't tell me my outfit for today, so I would just go with bra and pant. I tied my hair into a bun, looked at myself in the mirror with pride. With a deep breath, ready to face my master... I stared at myself once more in the mirror before walking out the door of the room.

Care? That didn’t make sense. The master’s pet was designed to be the pinnacle of efficiency—cold, unfeeling, and perfectly obedient. It was why she was his favorite, one of his most successful projects. She had been a flawless instrument of his will, showing no emotion, no hesitation, and no weakness. “How is that even possible?” Matt murmured, his mind racing. Grey shook his head, his expression grim. “I don’t know. But if she’s breaking out of her programming, it’s a serious problem. For all of us.”

Like she'd just seen salvation, she scrambled over and latched onto my leg. "Ms. Watson!" Her snotty face tilted up as she fished out a phone. "I have proof! Matthew made me do it—step by step, he showed me how to steal your designs, how to pitch at the competition. He promised... once it was over, he'd leave you and marry me!" She shoved the phone at me like it was the last rose on The Bachelor. Sure enough, Matthew's slimy voice oozed through the recording, coaching her on dodging patents and handling the judges.

My eyes were heavy and for a moment later, I was asleep. Alexander MacWatters’ POV After Lea made that comment, I went to the kitchen to get it juicy and nice. I can use my power to do that but I don’t want Lea to think that I was a freak. Her opinion mattered to me. I smiled at that thought before I went to put the plates on the counter before I summoned my strength to get it done. “L’eau,” I said as I waved my hands over the meats. Water was coming off from my hands before I smiled. It quite amounted but I think after I put it inside the oven, it will be just perfect and nice.

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

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

"Now you're my bitch. Since you've chosen not to become my mistress, that title was far too good for you. I think being a bitch will suit you better. Wash up your mess and entertain me. I think now, you get to have more purpose than you always did before. He said as he slapped her butt and walked past her heading towards the bed, he sat down, "Aren't you going to get up from there and do as I asked you? Time is ticking, I don't want you to get me mad." Amora swallowed hard and stood up from the bed wobbling into the bathroom. She stood under the shower, she turned it on and the cold water rushed out and greeted her warm skin causing her to shiver and hold herself. The water ran through her h