Novel & Cerita Iron Hands Chapter Master

“You train. You master your senses. You understand your wolf. Only then can you begin the hunt properly.” I rose, gripping his hand, feeling the surge of confidence. The whispers of my wolf mingled with the fire in my heart. I felt the new power flowing through me—muscles honed, senses sharpened, instincts alive. I was Iris, but I carried Silver’s soul. And together, we were unstoppable.

“Pets can sometimes turn on their masters. But it is the master's responsibility to teach them how to be submissive. Since your mother has proven to be a bad pet, I’m going to be a thorough master. I’ll break her mind until she doesn't even know her own name.” “You're not going to touch her,” I whispered, blood dripping from my lips. He raised an eyebrow. “I already have.” Something inside me snapped. “I SAID YOU ARE NOT TOUCHING ANY OF THEM!” I roared, and the ground beneath me trembled this time. A heat, hotter than fire, flooded through my veins. It started in my chest and exploded outward. The pain in my ribs vanished. I felt the broken bones knitting together, snapping back into place w

His large, rough hands instantly comes up to grip my neck through the iron bars until his knuckles turn white. "Anor..." he seethes softly, a dark promise of absolute ruin vibrating in his tone. I tilt my head back against the metal, looking up at his towering frame through the shadows. "Ready for you, Master." AUTHOR'S NOTE: Am I the only one feeling hot from this scene. I think Banks wouldn't dare forget this moment and he better give her five orgasms before penetration..... Or maybe he's unable to control himself and just cum all over his pants. OMG! Damn! I need help

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters.

The hand gripped my lower abdomen tightly, fingers immediately sliding down toward my bare thighs. "I didn't call you here, Maya," a voice whispered coldly right against my ear, sending shivers through my veins. It was the Master. He looked panicked, and slamming the door shut was his only reaction. The Master held my hands and didn't let go. His heavy grip guided my shaking body straight into an empty room right next door. "Maya," he called out. The bright light in the room showed him holding a short, sharp knife in his left hand. His right hand was completely free, touching every single inch of my uniform, sliding over my chest and hips.

Without warning, his liquid shadows materialized along his cousin’s sleeved arms. “Ahhh shit!” Trace instantly shouted, feeling for the charged electricity there. He knelt on the ground and writhed in all fours, with his palms curling into a tight fist. He had been at the receiving end of the Master’s ire since the beginning, but never had he felt such powerful volts like this before. The Master must be that desperate. “Okay, okay!” Trace raised up his hands in surrender, wanting the envious energy out of his system ASAP. “I’ll tell you the truth!”

She didn't understand anything until she felt a sharp sting on her right booty with the sound of SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! on fifth, when he stopped she took a breath starting, "WHAT THE HELL-" SMACK! and without saying anything anymore, Irkan continued spanking poor girl's back. She tried her best to get out and even threw her hands on her back to protect it from her brother's abuse, but Irkan grabbed her wrists and held them tightly behind her back, and then she realized why he is called the school's most powerful one.

Command it, or you'll lose everything. When I moved my hands forward, silver energy chains wrapped around the body of the real master. When they hit each other, sparks of black, silver, and red flew everywhere. There was a lot of liquid energy shooting up from the master, but my chains held tight thanks to the pulse, the Silver Heart, and my Ascendant will. It moved back, and black and silver energy moved through it. It knew what was going on and became angry. It hissed, "You... Moonbound... you won't live through me!" and its body broke into fiery shadow that hit from all sides at once.

"Master... Please... Master... Stop..." I struggle to try to get my feet to grip the bed. The Master has never scared me like this before, even with his punishments and some of his punishments are scary but never he himself. The Master quickly leans forward, pushing my hands off of his chest and out of the way so he can grab my hips once more, pulling them more into him. I whimper again and start to sob, "Please, Master... No Stop... MASTER!... PLEASE STOP!..."