روايات وقصص ضمن How To Master Katarina

This time he got what she was referring to and spoke up, “Don’t you dare call her that.” Katrina laughed out hearing Nathan and then spoke up all bitterly, “What do you think of me actually? I will lose to that maid? There is no way I am going to lose to that bloody maid. Don’t underestimate me. To win, I can do anything to everything. And you know what I am capable of doing so don’t get me compelled to do anything.” Nathan got silent for a moment as knew Katrina very well. If she wished, she could do any horrible thing as a memory from his childhood hit his mind.

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

"Remean that I will act like your Gift, since your needs have become clear to me. Apart from your safety word, you won't be able to say anything. I will not give what your parents think is correct, and I do not expect you to accept without hesitation, but your trust is necessary for this to work now. Do I have your trust, or not? Because of every flame of fire that still scratched the walls of my body, I stretched out my hand at the end of his words, not even realizing what he really said. Zachary pushed his hand away before I could grab it, and I looked at him with a frown. "I need you to say you understand me, Camila. "He moved his hand to my chin, raising my gaze until it leveled to his.

Coming into my home and messing up Thanksgiving dinner. Katherine leaned down over the side of the table, picking up another chair. She walked up behind the wolf and slammed the chair down on its head as hard as she could. The beast fell off the table before crawling in the direction of its red haired companion, who was just coming to. Tyler, dizzy and disoriented from all the hits he had taken, looked at her and smiled hazily. “Not bad... for a beginner,” he said teasingly. Katherine rolled her eyes. “Oh, please! I took on both of those guys and you couldn't even handle one,” Katherine said.

"Now go and prepare dinner you will not be eating tonight or for the next week. Do you understand? Oh and if my border patrol or anyone else finds you trying to leave i will kill you." It takes a second for me to catch a breath to answer "yes, alpha" he kicks me in the side again and walks away. As I get up and start preparing dinner I find myself wondering if there is even a moon goddess. Why would she put me through this?. ****** One month later... Katerina's pov

A finger moved lazily on Katarina's palm with featherlight strokes, drawing circles. I saw her quiver. Her breath hitched. It sent an instant reaction to my body. She tried to pull her hand away, but I was swift. I held her hand, all the while my fingers continued their feathery soft caress. “Sir, please.” Katarina’s voice was low. The sound turned me on. I shifted to face her. My gaze was full of lust. Katarina’s eyes were closed as if savoring my touch. When she opened them, she greeted me with a need that mirrored my own. It felt like a punch on my solar plexus, making me breathless in its intensity.

Not after he's married. But then again, I should’ve known better than to hope. But I know he can't sex me when he have a wife now, right... I knocked on his door, waiting. No answer. I pushed it open slowly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of shorts. A whip dangled from his hand. My heart dropped. I fell to my knees immediately, pressing my forehead to the floor. “Master,” I said. “Stand and come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. I obeyed immediately.

Isabelle cried, holding onto me as if her life depended on it, and I sped up, creating more tension between her legs until she was quivering. When she seemed to have reached her peak, I slowed down, and she cried in protest. I flicked her clit with my thumb while continuing to apply pressure inside her sensitive spot, maintaining the tension there, keeping her hanging on the edge. "Not so fast, pussy cat," I whispered in her ear, my free hand on her neck, pinning her head against my shoulder. "I need your cunt to get used to me to the point that you cannot satisfy yourself no matter how much you touch yourself. Only we would be able to make you cum from now on, whether you like it or not. Yo

As a true Master, he prioritized her comfort, guiding with expertise born of experience. "We'll start with trust-building," he said, his tone deep and instructive, delving into the essence of the exercise. "Breathing first. Inhale slowly through your nose for a count of four. Hold for four. Exhale through your mouth for four. Follow my lead." He demonstrated, his breaths even and audible, a rhythmic guide. Kyra mirrored him, her chest rising and falling in sync. It was cute, the way her head tilted slightly as she concentrated, her lips parting just a bit with each exhale.

"Baby you are so wet for me?" " Maestro please I need more" " What do you need? Tell me kitten" " I want to feel your tongue on me. Please maestro" And with her plea I went to my knees. I threw her leg over my shoulder to open that tight pussy up for me so I could see all of her. When I looked I knew I had to have a taste. And with one swipe of my tongue on her pussy I was hooked for life. Never had I tasted anything so good. She was sweet and tangy the perfect mix. I flicked and swirled my tongue on her clit. Making her squirm in my arms. She was screaming my name and I needed to hear more. I quickly pushed two fingers into her pussy. She was so tight I could barely move my fingers. Soon my