The Mastery Manual Novels & Stories

He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

Next to her sat the person they knew best, who was even disgusted when a woman sat so close to him. Now he even seemed to be sharing food with that girl. “Do you like this recipe?” They all heard how the young master asked in a gentle, deep voice. This made them immediately gape in disbelief. Is that the man over there the young master's twin? But that's impossible, the young master didn't have any brothers that's why he's the onbe and only heir to the Dawson family. “Y-Young M-Ma…” Thomas was just about to call out to him but stopped when Zachary glanced at them and narrowed his eyes sharply.

I tried to grind, but my Master held my waist with his left hand while his right hand began to twist the vibrator. My moans turned into screams as the pleasure increased exponentially, my toes curling and fingers seeking something to grasp onto, while the muscles in my legs began to tense. I closed my eyes, almost forgetting to breathe, but not caring as the tears ran down my cheeks ruining my makeup. The only thing I needed to do was focus on not cumming; not before my Master. I tightened my internal muscles more, which had the desired effect as Klaus’ moans grew louder, and his cock grew thicker. A few thrusts later, I felt the warm, torturous liquid jets of his cum lining my inner muscles

And this time, at the sweet/tormenting touch of fingernails over skin, drawing between upper calves and lower thighs, I hold myself, huffing air as electricity skitters up and between my thighs, centering into my sex and setting my clit pulsing. "Much better... Wet already. That's my girl..." I want him to move into more sexual territory, up and in, and I shuffle, spreading my ankles... The fingers freeze. "Who is Master here?" My flash quivering, "You are." "So, wait." The fingers resume, a small journey, digging in oh-so-slightly to sensitive skin and jangling nerves... My huffing turns to gasping and now the heat comes from inside, blooming into my purring pussy...

I walk past the Living Room, removing Zoe's cupcakes from the oven, grab two pieces, and a slice of cake, with that, I walk out. _____ I walk inside, closing the door firmly behind me. I place the rabbit cage on the table, with the rabbit in it. I place the bird cage on the other side. I will master dark Mind Control and Manipulation. I sit on the floor, and quiet my mind. Mind Control and Manipulation require immense mental strenght and discipline, so I engage in different mental excercises and meditation to strenghten my focus and concentration, and naturally, this should take weeks,based on he books I have read, it should take weeks to master mental discipline, but I do not have weeks.

Chapter 21 Austin POV. I'm still working on turning her hate into love and I don't want anything to ruin it. I entered Our room, I paced in frustration. My fist clenched at my sides, I suppressed the urge to break something. Ripping off my shirt and pants, I entered the bathroom. I turned on the shower as the cold water hit my skin watching away the blood. I closed my eyes and all I could see was my little temptress. I needed her so badly. I was told by my granddad that love makes you weak in this mafia life, ruthless world. Different from my dad's belief but after he died. I was trained by my grandpa before I could fully take over the mafia family.

"Precisely! And that is your biggest mistake. You are supposed to be a servant in this house. It is your task to serve me. You are the one who should take care of all of this. Yet I was forced to cook my own meal!" "But I was cleaning back then????" Abby argued back. "So??? Is it my fault then?? Is it my fault that you wake up late? I am the master here and you are the servant. Do you suggest that I should be the one to adjust??? Should I just wait for you to finish your tasks and starve myself to death?" Eugene said in return to castigate Abby. If not for his unkempt appearance, the other party would probably pass off as strict lecturer disciplining its students who had erred over something

The waitress was surprised to find out that the Young Master she had been trying to get close to, was the one who had done it. "Rip his mouth, Roy. How dare he insult my wife!!!" Deffin shouted angrily. "And, throw him into the interior of another country, I don't want to be in the same country with him." An order that could not be refuted. The secretary immediately took out the folding knife in his pocket. Srrreett... Not too wide but painful enough, this was a common occurrence, physical torture of servants' mistakes was like a tradition that his grandfather Deffin had created, it was Roy's hands that punished them, because since childhood Roy was educated directly by Deffin's grandfather.

I groaned as I felt the heart burning up throughout my body. The heat from the bloodstream was like boiling magma that would blow up at any moment, but each time that I was feeling enough, I began to feel the moonlight again. It hasn’t stopped helping me, and since I was reaching the breaking point of mastery level, the Moonlight did the same thing for me. The Moonlight kept swirling around me, and since the flame hadn’t calmed down, the Moonlight began shooting my body while rotating. By doing that idea, I could feel the wavering of the imbalance around my cultivation until it happened. I finally made it. I broke through and mastered them. ‘Blood Mastery has been maxed; to exceed its limit,

“The Master and you – watch how you talk about him. He’s the one who delivered us back to the surface and organised the humans into the sectors so we have room to grow and thrive.” I repeat the line I’ve heard all my life: the collector doesn’t say anything; he knows what I’m capable of so I know he won’t say anything bad about where I’ve come from. Most people picture the Master as someone who lords his power over everyone but all he really wants is order and for mankind to thrive once again. Of course he’s firm; the world is in disarray and everyone seems content to booze and whore their way through life. The master built the Academy to save the young girls left out in the dark and he make