Emma Watson Masterbating Novels & Stories

She had no more strength left in her, all her energy had dried up from the non-stop beatings in the last few days. A high heel suddenly appeared and viciously pressed against the back of her palm on the floor. Scarlett screamed from the stabbing pain. "You are so fucking pathetic, Scarlett. The way you desperately try to hold on to the formula is disgusting! You are just an abandoned wife and daughter. Who are you to hide the information about Drug F-350 from us? Spit it out, bitch!" Natasha Watson spat venomously.

"Don't you think that I should be the one to make that assessment? Emma?" I step back from him, tears sliding down my cheeks as I snap, "I am a forbidden pet werewolf, with no wolf... I am nothing but a low insignificant human... I am not worthy of what you give me… I’m not worthy of you…" I turn my back to him as I try to get myself back under control. I quickly turn back as I hear the Master hiss, "EMMA..." My eyes go wide in horror as the Master's eyes flash red and I realise what I had just done. I freeze, my arms going to my sides and my hands to my thighs as I lower my head and eyes, whispering,

I struggled past everyone blocking the passage way and saw who everyone in the mansion was welcoming so dearly. With her crocodile tears she was able to get everybody's affection as they gathered around her to console her. "Two times my wedding...." She sobbed wiping her tears with a handkerchief, "it's fine, now that I'm back here I promise it will only be business related, nothing more. Every feelings I had for Damon has already been squashed, now I will focus on the business Beatriz and I have decided to do, so please support us" she said smiling to the camera with her ever faithful friend Jeanette by her side.

The boy looked so much like her Master, Ice Pick. Oh what a dream! Suddenly, a bright light shone on her face, making her jumping out of the bed fearfully. "Seriously? You don't want to stop, do you, Ice Pick?!" She grunted with a frown as she sat on the bed and hissed loudly. "Woah!" A familiar feminine voice exclaimed, "if this is how slaves are being treated, then passing as a trainer won't be a problem for me." That voice...Sophia's eyes went wide open, "Annie is here!" Her subconscious mind screamed, and she turned to see Alice and Annie staring at her.

she clarified. The same function… just a million times fancier, I thought. After lying to the maid that I had no more questions, I let her leave me. I played around with the auto-dimming windows longer than I'd like to admit, ate one out of the ten plates that were served to me, and then, noticing the large ceramic bathtub at the corner of the room, I decided it might be nice to relax in the tub. I turned on the water and dropped in a jasmine tea scented bath bomb, changing out of the fresh set of clothes that Master Matias gave me…Yeah, there was no way in hell I'd be calling him that.

Castro commands, "Release him from his chains." I felt a wave of relief as the guards nodded to unchain me, and I instinctively rubbed both of my wrists after the chains were removed. Glancing right, I saw my parents sitting there, ashamed. I was eager to contact them, envisioning my father's expression. I could see his hate, and sensed his wolf emerging from his aura. “Greetings, everyone. Thank you for attending today's gathering to determine the fate of former Gamma Mathias Lockhart. As you all know that Mathias Lockhart helped former Beta Cairo Watson with the kidnapping of my mate, and your future Queen Winter Cheshire” Castro stated.

My eyes studied hers as I tried to figure out what I was going to do. The need to protect Charlotte was there. My time was running out as I could hear the foot steps penetrate my pack house. Anger filled me as I realized I was backed into a corner. “She’s here?” Patrick said completely shocked. “ALPHA WAYLON!” The voice of the head of criminal deparement yelled. Ethan Watson. A complete dick in every way. Only cared about his image and finally bring in the elusive princess would be the arrest of his career.

"All in-suite. Master has a balcony view of the eastern waterline." The master bedroom opened into a wide space with floor-to-ceiling windows behind sliding armored glass doors. The bedframe was still there, dusty but untouched. A built-in closet lined the left wall, deep enough to get lost in. The bathroom held a sunken tub, dual sinks, and a rain shower that could drench a crowd. Each of the other rooms was unique. One painted in muted navy with a fireplace and vintage sconces. Another with faded lavender walls and mirrored closet doors. All of them carried ghosts of former beauty, waiting for resurrection.

If he could make me forget the father of my child, I could make him doubt the fidelity of his mistress. I spent the afternoon playing the role of the “reformed” wife. I didn’t hide in my room. I moved through the house with a quiet, submissive purpose, always lingering just long enough to drop a drop of venom. I made sure to leave a tab open on his private tablet—an article about “paternity fraud among corporate socialites”—and then quickly closed it with a flustered apology when he walked in. “I’m sorry, Daniel,” I said, my eyes wide and shimmering with fake tears. “I’m just… I’m so worried about the family legacy. I want everything to be perfect for the gala. I don’t want anyone to laugh a

He retorted. Elina's brows furrowed as she frowned her face. That was the 'title' she hated the most. "At least I don't get to stand here for hours." "Lucky you." He rolled his eyes and hissed. "I bet you can't wait to mate with the master. I also bet you didn't know he now has a wife. At least, I only get to see your ugly face outside the walls of their matrimonial home from now on." He said, to spite the proud sex slave.