Emma Watson Masterbating Novels & Stories

I clenched my teeth in rage, my eyelids twitching uncontrollably. I could not believe that Martin had actually allowed Waverly to destroy the few remaining traces of Claire. I lunged forward and grabbed Waverly by the hair, dragging her toward the door. "Get out! Don't make me say it twice!" Waverly screamed and struggled against me. "Ah! You bitch! Grab her! I'll pay you double!" One of the construction workers stepped forward and kicked me hard, sending me crashing to the floor. The burning pain spread through my body as I grimaced, but they clearly were not done with me yet.

Ashton studied Natalie's captivating face as he waited for her answer. Master? Natalie was covered in sweat, her clothes clinging to her, and the lace of her bra just barely visible. She was still lying on the floor, feeling as though everything was unreal. She never expected that the talisman Ashton gave her would actually work—or that he'd save her life again! Just the memory of the shocking scene that unfolded before her earlier was enough for her to change her entire perception of him. But even so, it was still impossible for a proud woman like her to acknowledge someone else as her master.

She chuckled and the sound ticked my heart. “Don’t be such a cry-baby, my world doesn’t revolve around you. I have work, baby.” “Cry-baby, baby all the same. And I am the sun in your life, of course you revolve around me. Drop whatever, I’m doing a site report,” I said as I move around. “Some tools were tossed in haste and some sections look like they got new foundation – like your pale ass Mary kay from back then.” “Leave my Mary Kay out of this, Adams. They saved my life in high school, more than you did. Should you be there alone, Adams?”

She held my wrist, leading to the bathroom. She let go of my hand and filled the bathtub with warm water before turning to me. Wordlessly, she stripped me off my slacks and boxers before motioning for me to get in the water. I did and she got in after me, after stripping off her clothes. She used a warm cloth to clean the dried blood from my injuries, wiping them carefully. By then, they were almost healed but most of them were forming scars as the holy water had landed on my previous scars. When she was done cleaning me, I pulled her into me, her soft breasts gently pressed against my chest, I wrapped my arms around her torso.

“You do understand why you were punished?” Her Master cheeks were flashed, he was aroused. She could make him more excited using her pheromones and showing submission in a more erotic way, but she didn’t feel like it. “Of course Master. I broke the rules and deserved to be punished.” She was standing looking him straight in the eyes. She could feel his pheromones but she made sure not to release any of hers. “Are you angry Omega?” “Wouldn’t dare Master. I’m your property, you can do whatever you want with me.” Her answer made him stunned for a moment.

Master said, "taking advantage of the opportunity to fully use my new slave." "Shit man. I'm sorrier than ever I had to get your help to deal with the Watkins. I wouldn't want to come to work either if this is what was waiting for me at home." Master played with one of my taut nipples, making it even harder. "Yeah, Glenda's a bitch. I couldn't help but think a little of this would do her some good. Touch if you want. Slave girls are made to be touched." Jerry laughed. He palmed my other breast, making me squirm. "I'm inclined to agree with you about Glenda," he said. "Lovely slave you have here." He thumbed my nipple, making me moan low in my throat.

"She had third degree burns all over her body. Her hair even fell off. It looked like her skin was slowly melting. She didn't get an medical attention and died on the spot. I don't pity her at all. The nerve of her jumping into bed with a married man." "William, are you even listening?" "I just lost my appetite, that's not something you discuss about on a table full of food with a five year old listening.." Master William hissed, immediately excusing himself. I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, I immediately pretended to busy myself by washing the dishes. Strong hands wrapped around my waist.. my skin shivered. My body still hurt. I couldn't help but whimper when he fondled my breasts

Winston's mansion was surrounded by elegant figurines and expensive, well-known paintings. It was beyond Dianna's knowledge and thought that such a beautiful mansion never existed in real life. "Wow, I've never seen anything like this before!" Antoinette Winston heard her mumbled. She smiled, walked into her, "Go to the kitchen and bring the cup of tea I've made earlier." Dianna was surprised by the way she was treated. She blinked her eyes countless times, hoped that she heard it wrong. But the old, rich woman snapped her fingers and repeated what she had said.

I felt the need to clarify. "In this industry, Charlotte, there's no difference," Scarlett said, her pen tapping a rhythmic, annoying beat against her desk. "If you want to keep the Dalton movie, you have to be 'Charlotte Watson: The Devoted Mother and Wife.' Not 'Charlotte Watson: The Woman in the Middle of a Scandalous Triangle.'" "Is he there?" Grayson asked, his eyes searching the background of my video feed even if all that was behind me was the couch I was sitting on. "Alexander. Is he in the apartment?"

The kind a man wears when he knows he owns the board, and you’re just another pawn pretending you have a choice. “Feel better?” he asked calmly, straightening the cuffs of his Italian suit like I hadn’t just tried to bruise his jaw. “You bought my building?” I seethed. “You seriously bought the entire building just to control me?” “I like knowing where you sleep.” I took a step back, shaking. “You’re insane.” “And you,” he said, taking a deliberate step toward me, “are breaking the terms of our agreement.” That damn contract. Mistress. Exclusive. No emotions. No outside entanglements. No public exposure. A list of rules written like law—by a man who thought he could purchase compliance the s