Her Broken Masters: The Hot, Steamy and Dark Collection, #4

By Catherine Tramell

"Darker & More Intense Than Fifty Shades!"

"Secrets are out of the closet, lies are laid on the table, lusts are untangled, and truths are exposed. But will the told faults be forgiven and lead to a happy ending?"

 

A devoted wife…
A loving husband …
A desperate mother…
How well do you know them?

 

Elijah and Kelly Smith have been happily married for fourteen years despite being childless. Their romance is what every married couple dreams of – a marriage of understanding, trust, and love. They have stood the test of time…or some might think.

While the Smiths have been blessed with a wonderful life, it's almost impossible for Allyson Henry. With her 6-month-old baby, all she wants to do is to turn her life around for her son. And for that, she will do everything and anything.

Their opposite path shouldn't have crossed, but as opposites attract, these three people will soon realize a secret that binds them together and a past that can make them stronger or destroy them.

 

Their Secret Lives

 The first book of Her Broken Masters series is about a complicated romance between three broken souls bound by nightmares and secrets. Will it bring them all to happiness or doom it?

 

Their Web of Lies

In this second book, Mr. and Mrs. Smith are away from each other and playing hard with their secrets while covering them up with lies. Will there be spilled secrets this time?

 

Their Tangled Lust

In this third book, Mr. and Mrs. Smith's lust is tangled with Allyson's. Are they getting close to discovering their secrets and lies?

 

Their Exposed Truth

In this fourth installment, Mr. and Mrs. Smith's strong desire for Allyson will bring forth the truth between them. Will it be the end of them or the start of a darker struggle to keep their hearts while winning hers?

 

Their Untold Faults

In this fifth installment, Kelly plans to ruin Allyson and Elijah for each other – a desperate move to make the latter stay away from the young mother. Will turning their worlds against each other really work? Or will it only convince Elijah to save the mother of his child? But can he leave the only woman he has loved for so long? Or will somebody from their past shake their worlds with their untold faults?

 

Their Fated End

In this final installment, Allyson will now know her connections to her broken masters. Will she only accept that she's collateral damage or demand for justice? But what if seeking justice will mean breaking her own heart?

Can Allyson's connection keep Elijah and Kelly together? Or will it end everything for them?

 

Find out if Allyson and Her Broken Masters stay together or find their fated endings alone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Catherine Tramell
• Release date: Jan 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215298688

Catherine Tramell

Catherine loves reading and writing romance LGBT stories with unexpected twists and unusual twists. She loves seeing her fantasies take shape on the page and sharing her most private thoughts with the world. Her stories are always hot and steamy.Read one of her short stories and she'll become one of your favorite authors!Receive a notification when she publishes a new book by subscribing to her email list:https://www.subscribepage.com/[e-mail] me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CathRomanceAuthor

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Table of Contents

BOOK ONE: Their Secret Lives

BOOK TWO: Their Secret Lives

BOOK THREE: Their Tangled Lust

BOOK FOUR: Their Exposed Truth

BOOK FIVE: Their Untold Faults

BOOK SIX: Their Untold Faults

ALSO, BY CATHERINE TRAMELL

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BOOK ONE: THEIR SECRET LIVES

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A devoted wife...

A loving husband ...

A desperate mother...

How well do you know them?

Elijah and Kelly Smith have been happily married for fourteen years despite being childless. Their romance is what every married couple dreams of – a marriage of understanding, trust, and love. They have stood the test of time...or some might think.

While the Smiths have been blessed with a wonderful life, it’s almost impossible for Allyson Henry. With her 6-month-old baby, all she wants to do is to turn her life around for her son. And for that, she will do everything and anything.

Their opposite path shouldn’t have crossed, but as opposites attract, these three people will soon realize a secret that binds them together and a past that can make them stronger or destroy them.

Their Secret Lives is the first book of Cath Tramell’s Her Broken Masters series about a complicated romance between three broken souls bound by nightmares and secrets. Will it bring them all to happiness or doom it?

Warning:  This book contains explicit scenes of humiliation, BDSM, bisexuality, explicit sex, and violence. It is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18. However, this book also contains sweet and pleasurable moments that can warm your heart.

Chapter One

Elijah

The light from the outside hits my face, forcing me to wake up. I roll my eyes and frown. Kelly forgot to close the curtains again. I turn around and find my beautiful wife curled like a kitten below my armpit. Her long and slender fingers twirl the hem of my shirt.

As much as I hate how the sun wakes me up, I love how it makes me see this beautiful view. I have been waking up beside Kelly for ten years, but her beauty still amazes me every morning. She looks paler than most blonde women, but her color only highlights her dark, rosy cheeks and naturally pink lips. Her long lashes look thicker because of their contrast to her skin tone.

Her age doesn't show in her face, but it has become obvious in her body. Now, at thirty-two, she has developed more curves. Her hips are bigger. Her tits are healthier. I chuckle when she wraps a leg around my hips and hugs me tight. And she still sleeps like the eighteen-year-old kid I married.

Yes. I married Kelly right after she graduated high school. It was mid-summer when I first saw her, crossing the street carelessly. It was a good thing she looked like an angel so that I stepped on the brake hard enough before I could have hurt her. Her shocked blue eyes lit up like headlights that morning and snatched my heart for good.

I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Heck. I never believed in love at all until that very morning. And I never thought that an eighteen-year-old girl would make me.

Stop looking at me, Kelly yawns before crawling on top of me and pushing her face closer to mine. I slide my fingers on her long blonde curls and look into her eyes. She wrinkles her nose and brushes it on mine. I told you to stop looking at me.

I hold her head tighter and kiss her lovingly. She kisses me back with more passion than I show her. Did you enjoy your night out? Kelly nods and returns to putting soft kisses all over my face.

Some ask our secret for staying strong despite the trials we faced. Kelly and I got married when we were at the worst time of our lives. Many doubted our marriage would last because of our trials and age gap. Kelly is ten years younger than me and was too young when I married her, but we made the most out of it. Maybe that's the reason our marriage became stronger. We started our married lives at our worst – at a time when there was no other choice but to go up. And we rose from all of it.

And since we didn't enjoy much of ourselves during our early years, Kelly and I agreed to do things we wanted to do after things got better for us. We fixed a date for our alone time. And on that day, we can do anything we want; neither of us can question whatever happened during our time. By doing so, we learn to trust and become more loyal to each other. Or so she thinks.

I missed you, Kelly said with a playful smile. She raises her body and sits on my belly. I miss these. She rolls my shirt up and tickles my abs with her fingers. I laugh while trying to stop her. Kelly raises an eyebrow and pushes the band of my pajama pants lower. And of course, this.

My cock twitches hard when Kelly holds my shaft. Looks like your little friend misses you, too.

Little? Who says it’s little? Kelly slides down to my feet and leans her face on my freed cock. Her playfulness still starts my day with laughter. She lowers the strap of her lingerie and releases her healthy breasts. My laughs become grunts when my playful wife massages my shaft with her tits. It’s perfectly fine.

I grab my watch to check the time. Fifteen minutes. That’s all I got. Kelly frowns upon hearing the information.

Let’s not waste one second then. She walks on her knees and straddles my crotch. Mommy’s giving Daddy his breakfast.

I chuckle while holding her waist. Kelly holds my shaft and guides it to her pussy. She throws her head back as she lets her weight slide down on me. Fourteen years, and I still can't get enough of this Daddy, she declares after my whole shaft rests inside her.

I hate to be quick, Mommy, but Daddy is in a hurry, I wrestle her back to the bed and crawl on top of her. We kiss passionately before I move in and out of her. I warm her pussy with slow and long strokes until she encourages me to do more.

Kelly steers her hips against mine, allowing me to reach deeper into her favorite spot. When I feel her body shiver and hear her long moan, I keep pushing deep on that spot. She raises her body and looks at our locking crotches with a satisfied smile. She bites her lip every time I tickle the spot. Her hands cling tight on my neck while her eyes beg me to bring her to climax. I kiss her as an assurance to bring her there.

Elijah, she calls my name repeatedly as I ram her with my cock like a racing cowboy. She encourages me with loud moans. I thrust in her with so much intensity that I almost break her in half. I’m cumming, Daddy, she utters in between cries.

A little more. The words can’t get between my grunts. I take a deep breath and declare, Now, Mommy.

Kelly calls my name, almost sending me to deafness. I also growl into her ears as we release ourselves to ecstasy. My cock engorges inside her, fighting her walls that angrily squeeze them of everything I meant to offer. I didn’t hold back and give them what they wanted. Then, silence fills us as we return to our world.

Let’s do it again, Kelly offers while keeping me in her arms.

I shower her with kisses and flash a soft smile. I’d love to, but I’m going to be late.

You’re the CEO, you know, Kelly reminds me while I get ready for a shower. I shrug my shoulders at her. She rolls her eyes and gives up. I guess I’ll go and see the new girl.

A new girl?

One of the girls got pirated again. Ronda says her distant cousin is in town and has a knack for flower arranging, Kelly explains while she joins me in the bathroom. I agreed to make her a temp. If she's good enough ...

I step out of the shower and look at her through the mirror. Just make sure you see their papers.

Kelly dozes off while looking at the running faucet. I hug her from behind and plant soft kisses on her shoulder. I frown at the sight of her scar below her nape. She turns around to kiss me lovingly.

She’s Ronda’s cousin. Of course, she must be documented.

I hide my worries with a smile. Kelly takes a towel and wipes me dry. As much as I want to do this, I really have to go, I tell her when she gives me a flirtatious smile. I love you.

Forever and always. No matter what people will say about her or our marriage, I love her and will continue to love her. Kelly will be my only wife and the only woman for me. I promise to make her happiness my top priority. My life and who I am don't matter.

#

Tell me this is worth my time, I sit on my desk and look at my assistant. I just blew off a fantastic morning with my wife for this.

My assistant, Terrence Salvatore, makes a call to allow somebody in. I hate lying to Kelly, but Terrence said our meeting is an urgent matter. And when he says it’s an urgent matter, it doesn’t have any connection to our cargo business.

The door opens, and a man in an old-fashioned suit and a bowler hat walks in. Devon Olivier. The darkly-tanned man removes his hat and shows a devilish smile. It’s been about a year since I last saw him.

I warned you about this guy, Terrence whispers.

Devon Olivier, I act happy to meet him. What brings you to Houston?

I hide my irritation in a forced smile when Devon sits like a boss on the couch. Terrence frowns and walks behind me as I sit in front of our guest. I know why Devon is in Houston. Money. The asshole keeps some of my secrets, and he’s here to get his mouth sealed again.

Why else should I be here but clean up a mess for you? Devon gives me a proud smile. I sit back on the couch and wait for him to explain. Our Prima Nocti act in the Empire got out of hand.

I cross my leg and raise an eyebrow at him. I don't understand why it is a problem. It's a one-night deal.

Devon frowns, but I see anxiety in his eyes. I give him a squint, and he heaves a loud sigh. I turned it into a business.

My eyes widen, and so did Terrence's. I want to break Devon's neck, but I'm done with putting blood on my hands. Devon's worries melt his arrogance. It's not entirely his fault; I gave him the idea for the stupid business.

What business?

The Prima Nocti business. Prima Nocti is a European old practice of giving the Lord's right to have another man's wife on their wedding night. I wanted a man, Nicholas Aracelli, to pay his debt to me using the practice. The vicious asshole, who never had any respect for women, finally fell in love. And, of all women, he fell for a virgin from a little town called Empire.

I only planned to destroy their family business, but it wasn’t worth it. Nicholas has to pay for the nightmare that still haunts me. And his virgin wife has to pay for him. Devon played his role as a pimp. He offers Nicholas a loan of a few hundred grand to save his business.

Nicholas needed the money for his wedding and future family, so he fell into the trap. Of course, I made sure that he couldn't pay the money. Afraid to be killed by a loan shark, Nicholas fell deeper into my trap. Devon forces him to deliver his virgin wife to a bidder for a Prima Nocti. His wife’s virginity will be mine for an additional five years to pay the loan.

I made sure he didn't have a choice. So, on his wedding night, Nicholas and Devon drugged the virgin wife and delivered him to my room. Devon made sure that Nicholas watched me defile his wife behind a glass window. After realizing who I was, Nicholas wanted to stop everything. Under my orders, Devon made him behave.

His wife, however, was a feisty fox. Even drugged, she fought for her life. I felt sorry for her, but I had to make Nicolas pay. I wanted him to have the same nightmare I have every time he fucks his wife! So, I fucked his wife like she was nothing but a stray kitten from the street. Soon, the drug took effect, and she submitted to me like a puppet. I took the virginity from all her holes and returned her to Nicholas filled with my cum.

My hands shake hard as my anger rises. I never looked back on that day again. I buried it deep in the back of my head for the sake of my marriage. The virgin didn’t deserve it, but I didn’t care about her. I can’t even remember her face now. I was drunk and drugged when I forced her. Without the power of alcohol and the drug, I wouldn’t have had the heart to do what I did to her.

It should have been a one-night deal, but Devon got greedy. He discovered that some rich madmen like me are willing to throw their money just to the right to Prima Nocti. Devon manipulated the grooms before their weddings and forced them to deliver their wives to him.

So, what does this problem have to do with me? My hands shake as my anger rises.

It all started because of you, Devon’s voice raised.

You turned it into a business. Not me, I stand from the chair and walk back to my desk.

It’s because of that virgin fox you wanted! Devon yells.

He walks to my desk while explaining that the girl is hunting me. She remembered everything upon waking up. She wanted to go to the police and report me, but Nicholas told her the truth. It didn’t calm her down. She’d be stupid if it did. The wife wanted a divorce, but Nicholas's possessive nature returned. He confined his wife to their basement to stop her from getting a divorce and reporting him, Devon, and me to the authorities.

Guilt strikes me with a painful whip. That young woman did not fault me, but she suffered all that because of me. I shake my head – as if throwing that memory out of me again. I paid you to take care of all the loose ends. You should do your part.

Well, the loose end is too hard to tie, Devon replies. You knocked up the girl, and now, she wants to find you.

I turn around to face Devon. He looks straight into my gray eyes and repeats what he said. I let go a short laugh and dart a doubtful look at him. Nicholas wants me to support this child? I only filled that girl for one night.

The dude never touched his wife, Devon insisted.

The nightmare of seeing his wife raped in front of him shattered Nicholas, making him unable to make love to his wife. The latter also refused to let Nicholas touch her. Hence, it strengthens the theory that I’m the child’s father.

Nicholas beats up his wife every time the nightmare strikes. When he realized that his wife was pregnant, he wanted to use the baby to blackmail me. His wife refused, and they had a bloody fight.

That feisty fox ended up, Devon shows a scissor-cutting gesture. So, Nicholas is pissed off. His patience is as short as his now penis. He wants to kill the girl and the baby. Hence, she’s looking for you.

And you’re here in my office because?

I’m trying to tie the loose ends. And that fox is a very hard end to tie, Devon explains. It’s been a year now, and I’m losing resources. It also costs money to get rid of your little problem, who’s probably born by now.

Get rid? I repeated.

Devon points at the picture of Kelly on my desk. I press my lips tightly and clench my hands into fists. Having a child with another woman will break her heart. We don't want our beautiful queen to be bothered by your bastard, do we? A victorious smile appears on Devon's face.

Are you saying that you’re trying to get rid of a baby?

Now, now, Elijah, Devon's smile grows wider. I can make this pesky Allyson Stevenson shut up, but the baby thing is a little complicated. It's your choice if you want me to get rid of it or just the mother.

Terrence looks at me before shaking his head lightly. I give him a slight nod before facing Devon again. They're your problem, Devon. Do what you think is best. I had a vasectomy two weeks before I creamed that fox. So, the baby's not mine. The arrogant man turns pale. He opens his mouth to speak, but I quickly grab him by the collar. But never mess with my wife. I can get rid of you as fast as I can get rid of that girl.

Devon drops on the floor when I let go of him. Terrence calls our private security to drag the smug jerk out of my office. I look at Devon as he walks out. He’s not gonna stop, I conclude. Terrence stands in front of me.

If Nicholas's wife told the truth, then the baby is mine. I didn't have a vasectomy until a few months ago. My original procedure was scheduled two years ago, but I changed my mind a few minutes before it happened. But I made Kelly believe that I went through with it.

Kelly didn’t force me to get the procedure. She was against it. But I wanted to share her pain after we discovered that she could no longer bear a child.

An accident happened when she first got pregnant a few months after our wedding. Kelly lost her baby, and it caused a complication. One of her ovaries was ruptured, and she was left with a weak one. After a few years of healing, she got pregnant again. But the complications extended to her uterus. So, we had to let go of our baby.

We tried again and succeeded twice, but each time, a complication arose. We had to terminate the pregnancies. The last pregnancy revealed that Kelly needed to cut out her remaining ovary to avoid cancer. We tried to preserve her eggs, but she rarely produces one. Kelly wanted to wait for her eggs to develop and be harvested, but her condition was more urgent. So, I forced her to undergo surgery and give up on having a child.

It's one of the few times Kelly resented me. But I convinced her that nothing would change between us. We can be each other's babies. And slowly, we built a stronger marriage and triumphed from all the tests.

I swore not to have a child from other women, but the thought of holding my child still excites me. Part of me wishes that the child is mine. And if it is, I’ll never abandon it.

Make sure the baby’s safe until we’re sure, I order Terrence. And if it is, get that fox far from Kelly and the baby.

Don’t worry, Boss. The moment we discover the truth, she’ll end up shipped far from you, Terrence assures me with a smile.

But for the better of all of us, I hope the baby isn’t mine.

Chapter Two

Allyson

Ronda Stevenson's eyes stay with Christian, my son. Christian giggles – as if he finds the smell of the flowers calming. But I hate the place as it reminds me of my past. My husband used to woo me with beautiful bouquets, and he turned out to be a monster. He ruined everything for me – even my love for flower arranging. But here I am. In a flower shop. Hired to be the new flower arranger.

Why the hell did you bring the kid? Ronda, my cousin, asks me.

I’m sorry. Debbie’s drunk. I ain’t going to leave the baby with her, I place the baby carrier on the table.

Ronda grabs me. Look. You can't work here with the baby! She blows a loud sigh and adds, I put my name at risk for you, and you bring me this?

It’s just a baby. I’m sure Mrs. Smith will understand.

She won't. That woman spent 10 years trying to conceive a child and lost three on the way. So, she hates being in ...

What is this? A melodic voice, sounding like an angel, asks.

Ronda turns pale. She glares at me as a sign to leave, but I'm desperate for a job. I have a baby to feed and someone to hide from. They cost a lot. I turn around and find a gorgeous, curvy woman – blonde hair, pale but rosy skin, freckles on the cheeks, thick lashes, bright blue eyes, and thick, pouty lips. She's like a Barbie brought to life.

I’m Allyson Henry, the temp, I greet with a hopeful smile. Mrs. Smith – Kelly – if I remember it right – looks at the baby carrier on the table. That’s Christian, my son.

Kelly looks at Ronda. The latter shakes her head.

Babies aren’t allowed in the shop, along with pets, Kelly tells me. If you want to work here, take the baby out.

It’s just for a day, Mrs. Smith. Please, I begged.

Kelly looks at me with eyes darkened with jealousy. She looks at my baby and says, The baby is out, or both of you will be.

I look at Ronda with begging eyes. I got fired from my other job because of the baby, too. I need this temp work until I have enough to hire an actual babysitter. Ronda rolls her eyes and walks after Kelly. I sit at the table and wait.

They say babies have a connection to angels, I tell my son. How about you tell them to give Mommy a chance, huh?

My four-month-old blows bubbles with his mouth, and I laugh. But I stop when his shiny gray eyes stare at me – like the monster in my dream. I close my eyes and remind myself that whoever his father was, Christian is my son. Of all the things that happened to me in the past year, he makes all things right.

I look at the door of the boss's office and smile. Ronda must be doing a great job convincing Kelly. If I am the boss, I won't waste five minutes reconsidering my application. I might not cope with the demands of the job because of my baby, but I need to feed him.

The flower shop is one of the most in-demand flower shops in Houston. Ronda told me that Kelly is the wife of a cargo mogul, so she can easily ship imported and unique flowers for her shop. Hence, it's easy for her to bag high-end deals with hotels and other events. Her business is only a hobby for her, but it earns a lot! Kelly Smith is living my dream.

There goes your dream. It's been ten minutes, and Ronda hasn't come out yet. I grab the diaper bag and prepare the baby for leaving. You can stay, Ronda walks out of Kelly's office. She looks a little flushed and sweaty. She raises an eyebrow at me and says, Just for today. Tomorrow, you better find a babysitter for the kid.

My heart almost jumps out of me. I rush to hug Ronda, but she stops me. She grabs a book and hands it to me. It shows all the flower arrangement designs the shop can make. I look at Ronda with worry. The skills the shop needs are more than I can offer.

You have a month to learn. If you want to keep the job, you better learn fast, Ronda points at the baby carrier on the table. I force a smile and take my baby.

I’ll do anything. I look at my baby. My son needs to find his father for his safety. I also need that man to pay for what he did to me.

#

Kelly

Is she gone?

Ronda presents me with the whole boutique. I smile widely but frown quickly after I see a feeding bottle on the couch. Ronda picks up the bottle and throws it in the trash. I look at the table where the new girl, Allyson Henry, works. The memory of her baby in the basket pricks my heart.

It’ll never happen again, Kelly, Ronda says with a smile.

It must never happen again. The last thing I want is a constant reminder of one of my flaws as Elijah’s wife. He doesn’t say anything, but he still hopes that we will have a child. I also prayed for one – for his sake and our marriage. But heaven isn’t done punishing me. Ronda walks closer to me. I snort and think, Why would they?

I brush Ronda's black, curly hair with my fingers, the back of my hand caresses her face. She smiles and leans closer to me with her lips parted. I throw away my guilt and embrace my lust. I brush her lips with mine. Her tongue flicks against mine, inviting me to explore her mouth. Ronda moans as I push my tongue deeper into her throat.

You're keeping your end of your deal, I hold Ronda by the nape tightly. Her mouth opens wider from the slight pain I inflict on her skin. Close up and meet me downstairs.

Yes, mistress, Ronda kneels before me and crawls like a cat.

I walk to a secret door leading to the shop's basement. A new spirit possesses me as the dimly lit room greets me. I walk to a closet and wait for Ronda. In a few minutes, she appears, crawling down the stairs. She removes her clothes and strips naked before me. Like a pet, she brushes her skin on my leg.

Dress your mistress, I glared at her.

Ronda quickly stands and takes my Monday outfit – a fake leather body-hugging suit – and places it on the counter. She unzips my dress and carefully slips it off me.  Can I, mistress? Ronda asks while looking at my tits.

Two minutes, Ronda’s eyes light up, and she quickly takes one of my breasts into her mouth. I bite my lower lip to restrain my moans.

My eyes roll from the pleasure when she leaves that breast and moves to the other. The warm wind in the basement blows on my wet nipple, eliciting a ticklish sensation that travels to my pussy walls.

I grab Ronda’s hair to pull her away. Two minutes are up. It’s time for your punishment.

Yes, Mistress, Ronda replies with a satisfied smile. I’ll finish dressing you.

She removes my panties and strums her fingers on my pussy lips. I keep my face straight despite the pleasure building around my crotch. Ronda kneels and resumes being a loyal pet that cleans my pussy with her tongue. I fail to stop a moan from escaping my mouth as her tongue rolls around my clit.

My moan inspires Ronda. So, she moves with better precision, aiming to give me an orgasm. I raise my hand and slap her on the cheek. You are to dress me alone, I order. Ronda bites her lips and nods. She returns to getting me wet.

You're ready, Mistress, Ronda takes a double-ended dildo.

My body arches as Ronda pushes the other end inside my walls. I hold on to the top of her hair, twisting it to channel my pleasure to her pain. My slave endures it well and continues to push the dildo inside me. After setting the other end inside me, she thrusts the other end to a harness and attaches

Reviews for Her Broken Masters

[Terri MacKay · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Three people keeping dark secrets that could destroy themselves and each other. Horrible memories of 2 nights that changed all their lives. So many twists, that literally every page had me rethinking how I felt about the characters and who I was rooting for. Lots of suspense and tension as all their lives end up being in danger. And let's not forget the steamy sex, which is actually integral to the story, and isn't just gratuitous.
I loved these books so much, and became so engrossed that I finished them in one sitting.