How To Master Katarina Novels & Stories

Katya spun around and glared at him, 'Perhaps I would prefer it if I did such a thing to you.' She spat at him and realised right away it was exactly the reaction he wanted his eyes went black with lust and he pulled her against him bending his head so only she could hear he hissed, 'I am going to enjoy taming you, little spitfire.' He pulled her back into the lift and this time they went right to the top of the

"Control it, Kitten. Call the darkness back inside of you." Miles whispers in a commanding tone to Katrina. We all watch in anticipation, hoping that Katrina will somehow be able to get control of her power. If she can't figure out how to control it, she won't be able to leave this room. As soon as Luka and Miles started to seduce our little mate, I knew exactly where this was going. Being the king of fuckery, this form of warfare is one of my favorites. Edging or Orgasm control can be sexy and fun when done in moderation, but it can also be a form of torture if it goes on for too long. If Katrina cannot learn how to control her darkness, our newest kink will become torture for her. While Lu

Katarina “I hate how he gets into my head,” I blurt out, slamming a book shut in frustration. The words come out before I can stop them. “It’s like he’s always there, no matter what I do. It’s not just the bond, it’s him. He’s inside my mind, and I don’t know how to get him out.” Cassandra watches me with interest. “You’re his mate, Katarina,” she says again. “That means you have the same power over him that he has over you. Get into his head the way he gets into yours.”

She rolled her head back, laying it on my shoulder, and kissing her neck, I slid my hand inside her panties, rubbing slow circles of eight on her clit, smirking when she moaned. “Well, my beloved, I do believe that turning me on to leave me hanging would get us nowhere, and judging by the fact that we just promised Calista that we would be joining them for breakfast, I do suggest that you push your beloved cock inside me before I use my fingers to satisfy myself” Katerina threatened, making me laugh. I pulled my pants down and slid her panties to the side before thrusting inside her. She cried out, tensing when I was completely inside her, and kissing her neck, gently biting on it, I pulled

She checked the other photos and read every profile detail about the woman's significant other. "Hmm...I can use this as a disguise." Katarina meditated on tracking down the target's significant other. She planned everything as carefully as possible, even for the butterfly effect. She would not directly attack the target but lure her into defensive actions so that her trail would not be tracked, at least that was what Mikael had asked of her. Katarina calculated the smallest possible chance of getting her target to come out of hiding. If she wanted to attack the werewolf, then she would have to keep her away from its territory.

"Open yourself. Play with your clit." She's off-balance, rocking to Michael's thrusting, her breath hitching with each stroke. He's taking it carefully. Each thrust individual, he withdraws entirely, then pistons into her, knocking her weight one way or the other. Looping an arm around her, steadying her, "Do as your Master tells you, Charlotte," he says. "He wants to watch you finger yourself."

"For showing him compassion? For helping him die with dignity?" Dominic looked at the woman he loved with the wound in his chest that was still bleeding slightly through fresh bandages. "No," he said. "I think I finally understand why you love her so much." Katerina was standing apart from the group, processing her own journey. She'd been trained as a weapon, broken by Dimitri, rebuilt by Anastasia, and now she was learning to exist as something else entirely. Not a tool. Not a victim. Something in between. She found Anastasia alone in one of the facility's side rooms.

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed. Rule No.5: Don't talk to any male no matter who they are till Master asked submissive to do so. Except for Mr Valentino Master's father. P.S: IF SUBMISSIVE BROKE ANY RULE EITHER INTENTIONAL OR WITH MISTAKE. PUNISHMENT IS COMPULSORY. With that, the first page ended up. I gulped before placing the rest papers in the drawer. I think it's enough for now I have to digest all these rules first before learning others.

Fuck me now. “W-What do you want?” Help me. Help me, please. He chuckles. “You’re ready on the floor, doc, so this should be easy.” Fuck me. “What do you want?” “Kneel.”