Italian Mistress Novels & Stories

“would you mind if I help you with some of the chores” “sire, would be mad?” I can’t stay idle. I need to be doing something. “Elena, can I tell you the reason why I am here?” “child, you are here as a mistress like every other lady before you but you are lasting longer than them” Mistress?? sharp mouthed bitch. Elena tucked back a few lose strands of her peppered hair back in the bun. “i was brought here to be a slave” “don’t tell me about whatever kinky stuff you do with sire”

. “You know you’re Daddy’s slut, right?” I murmured against her sweet lips. She nodded, and I smacked her ass hard. “Words, tesoro,” I growled. “Y-yes, sir, I’m your slut,” she stammered, the title sending a surge of heat through me. Her submission fueled an insatiable hunger I’d never quench. “You know what sluts do, Caramella. They please their master.” My grip tightened on her neck, her pained expression stoking my desire. “I’ll do anything you want, Sir,” she moaned, her voice shaky as she bit her lip. I cursed, freeing her lip to claim it with my own, kissing her fiercely. Her arms looped around my neck as I palmed her ass, squeezing hard. “I want your sexy little m

“Thank you, Elena. I’ll let him know.” As she hung up the phone, Madam Elena leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. “Damian Wolfe,” she murmured to herself. “Always needing the best.” She stood up, clapping her hands. “Girls!” she called out, her voice echoing through the luxurious halls of her brothel. “Get ready. We’ve got a special request tonight, and it’s from someone very important.” Meanwhile, in the mansion, Lina sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair slowly as she looked at her reflection. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she thought about the plan she was about to set in motion.

How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

Vivienne smiled mischievously, "It's too late already. He's dating Roxanne." The other girls shouted in unison, "No!!" They looked at each other and asked, "So, you were into him?" Vivienne laughed, "Come on, you guys. Stop daydreaming. Let's move into the chalet!" Indira pouted, "But he's so rich and handsome..." Sue added, "And he smells so good!" Cleo joked, "Maybe we can be his mistresses." Vivienne playfully rolled her eyes, "You guys are impossible. Let's focus on moving into our new home."

"You think I'm the disgusting one, huh? I at least have never pretended to be family while sleeping with someone else's husband, Carina." I nodded toward a Soldato, and a video began playing on the screen in the middle of the terrace. It showed Leone and Carina holding each other naked by the floor-to-ceiling window. Leone wrapped his arms around Carina from behind, burying his face in her neck. Carina threw her head back, her face flushed red, her neck and chest covered in bite marks and hickeys. Upon seeing that, the guests began to whisper among themselves. "Carina was introduced to the public as the Vittorio Famiglia's foster daughter, but she turned out to be nothing more than the Under

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"

Dominic’s voice dropped. “They’re running the show. The labs. The chemicals. The whores. They branded this one.” He tapped the photo of the pale girl, the one that had been stuck in his head since the second he saw her. “Said she’s half-Italian. Nineteen. A virgin.” Matteo gave a low chuckle. “She won’t be after you’re done.” Dominic didn’t smile. But his jaw flexed. Romano pulled the folder closer. “Which one’s your pick, boss? You like the little one with the shaved pussy? Or the one with the big tits and the rope marks?”

Her toes were curling behind his back and she could only wriggle her wrists to get her hands free to hold him, touch him, scratch him, but all she could do was beg. “Fuck amore mio, you look so beautiful like this. Begging for more, yeah? You want more? Of course you would. You are my dirty girl. Aren’t you? la mia ragazza sporca”. Caterina had realized that Luca and Hugo would turn to Italian once they were indulged in their ecstasy. It would only spur her more. She wanted to ask what did he mean, but at the moment she could only beg for more, to cum. “Yes I am greedy for you to fuck me hard. Please give me everything you have Luc. I am your dirty girl, I am begging you Luc. Please.” Cateri

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s