Romans & histoires Iron Hands Chapter Master

This is the first time in weeks that I’m getting the stern tone from her. “I was in the library, and then—” I try to explain. “I got lost. I’m sorry.” I stop and catch my breath. “It’s been a little more than a month, and you’re already making trouble. I understand that this house is huge, bigger than you can imagine. What’s unacceptable is your disobedience of my number one rule.” “What did I do?” “The Master called me. He said someone was in his room.” Oh, gosh. Of course, it’s him. Who else could it have been?

master was staring at me with an intense raw mysterious look…was that hunger, or something else… But I didn’t get to know, because I felt my vision change, the sound of chains breaking rang through the room, as I felt a heavy weight on top of me. I stared in shock and surprise. He broke the chains with his bare hands, but he didn’t give me time to be shocked. His hands gripped my neck, lifting my head to look at him. His mouth dangerously close to my face “You think giving out your body, as a slut will save you from your crimes, traitor?”

Between my mother’s fingertips, a new infant was forming—not the one I had rescued, but a Corporate-Dawn version, its skin etched with cyan-black circuitry. "I AM THE MASTER-FILE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my skin with a brilliance that turned the silver sky into a blinding, white-hot day. I didn't strike the Mirror-Walkers. I struck the Oracle’s Connection. I didn't use the Sun-Walker fire. I reached for the Wooden Key embedded in my marrow and funneled the entirety of the Eighty-Three Chapters of 'Too Much' Energy into the Loom-Threads.

LUCA One thing about being in chains was that they always itched. Around the wrists and around the ankles. And one hardly ever got used to it. I preferred being in one of Lord Kael's cages. At least I got to walk around without being shackled at my joints. "Stand in a straight line so I can see your faces!" Chief Steward Maren said. He was in charge of all the male slaves in Lord Kael's harem. There was a female harem too, but it was in another compound, divided by a wall.

#RULE 3: I WILL NEVER TOUCH MY BREASTS, NIPPLES, PUSSY, OR CLIT WITH MY HANDS OR SEX TOYS IN ANY MANNER WHERE I COULD EXPERIENCE SEXUAL OR SENSUAL PLEASURE WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM MY MASTER. The cold, hard metal of the table presses into my skin, just as it has done a thousand times before. I’m lying face down on the cool surface, my wrists bound tightly above my head, feeling the familiar weight of my Master’s gaze on me. He stands a few feet away, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a predatory smile curling his lips.

Iron fragments clattered to the floor. Hunter relaxed, inhaled deeply, and gathered himself one last time. The door began to slide open. The Master outside the door had shivered, again. Anything! unusual the Magister had commanded, but the Master doubted. Just a child, he thought and slid the bolt from the wall and pushed the door open. Unleashing the constrained force of muscle and sinew, Hunter surged forward. Cold, dark eyes snapped open. He saw all that had gone unseen, and his breath was, literally, taken away.

It thrummed with latent energy, ready to respond to my command, but I knew better than to underestimate the mastermind. “It’s over when I say it is,” I replied, my voice carrying an edge of defiance. “I’ve taken your weapon and turned it against you. You don’t scare me anymore.” A twisted smile spread across the mastermind’s face. “Is that so? Then let’s see how brave you are when your world comes crashing down around you.” Before I could react, the mastermind raised their hands, and the air itself seemed to shatter. A deafening roar filled my ears as the ground beneath us cracked open, jagged fissures spreading like spiderwebs.

Chapter 11 The Rescue Victor wasn’t quite as fierce with his chores the rest of the day, but had not calmed down enough for people to ask what it had been all about. It had felt good to beat on the captain and that idiot who insulted him. Why did he say I couldn’t break him? That would have been so much more satisfying. She thought to herself as she headed back to the tent after completing the chores assigned to Victor. She thought she caught a glimpse of a shadow that moved and made up her mind to do some hunting.

Robin said when they got to the master's chamber, the door was opened for her and she walked in with shaky legs. Getting into the room and seeing the master standing by the window and smoking from his pipe, as usual, made her skin hot. "Come here" she heard his husky voice which shook her system in fright. She began walking to him in a little step trying to control her erratic breathing so he wouldn't notice her fear. She got to him and stood behind his back, her head pinned on the floor as she prayed to be spared. Just because the master treated her nicely and allowed her to see her mother doesn't mean she should disobey his instructions and return late.

He said seriously. "In that case, come closer," Master said as Zara slowly did. Master raised his hand and pressed it on his head. I watched as Zara slowly began to revert to his previous young self. When he looked at his hands he quickly looked at Iris who lowered her gaze to the ground.