How To Master Katarina Novels & Stories

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

After concluding his analysis, Renin had attempted to teach me control, but I had yet to master it. "You've trained for hours, and I've had my fill of being launched into the air. Let's call it a day. I'll see you back here tomorrow morning to resume where we left off," Renin suggested. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Hastily, I grabbed my jacket and rushed back to our shared bedroom with Damon, eager for a refreshing shower. As I scrubbed away the day's sweat under the soothing stream of water, my friend Katarina reached out to me through our mental connection, inviting me for a shopping excursion at the city mall. Without hesitation, I accepted her invitation. I had been confined wit

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.”

"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.

With the notable exception of her family, and that was only because she had no one else. "The thoughts appreciated but I can handle myself," Kathrine said firmly in a tone that she was sure would end the discussion. Tyler raised his eyebrows at Giselle, almost as if he was asking if his part in this tedious task was done yet. Giselle shot him a look that was a most definite 'no.' "I am sure that you can, but nonetheless Tyler will be your student guide for the next few weeks," Giselle said to Katherine in a tone of authority. So, she was throwing the weight of her position into this wild matchmaking scheme, was she? Well, Katherine Scott wasn't so easily defeated by anyone, even a principal.

"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

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