Lesbian Mistress Novels & Stories

Chapter One** Serena's Pov “Damn, look at her move! That body should be illegal.” Hungry wolves packed into dark corners as their eyes went wild and hungry as they stared at the dancers. But their gazes were fixed on me tonight—the masked stripper they called “Ivory” in Luna Lust Club.

THE MOONSTONE COUNCIL Serena’s POV The wolves stood in a silent ring. Their eyes glowed gold, silver, some with dusk‑purple flecks. The leader, a tall woman with braided silver hair, watched us with hard calm. Her posture was straight, proud, like she’d borne her own share of battles. “You are” she paused, searching faces. “The Three Lunas.” I shifted, Azelia beside me, Beyoncé braced, Kale ready. My pulse throbbed in my temples.

I nodded. She turned it on to a low vibration and ran it over my nipples first, watching them tighten further. Then she trailed it down my stomach and between my legs. The moment the vibrating head pressed against my clit I moaned. She rubbed it there in slow circles until I was wet again and aching, then guided the thicker part inside me. It filled me perfectly. Maya fucked me with it, watching my face the whole time. Every thrust pushed the smaller arm against my clit. The dual stimulation built quickly. I reached for her free hand and guided it between her own legs.

she asked. "You don't like MY touch... Every woman craves to be touched by me, and here you always scream 'don't touch me, don't touch me,'" I said, and she remained silent. "Even if you were a lesbian, I would support you. But until I'm done with you, you can't stop me from touching you. I will touch you whenever and wherever I want," because she is nothing but my mistress. "Leave me," she whispered weakly, and I released her body.

growled Lucia as she threw a sharp jab at Lisa who gave Lucia a condescending look. "Watch what I say?" Lisa shook her head as she laughed at her sister's annoyed face. Lucia was successfully provoked by her. "Listen, Lucia. I've heard a lot about you being Mr. Kent's mistress. And what I just saw with my own eyes is proof enough. That the rumors about you are 100% true." Lucia threw another look of protest at Lisa's words which was immediately responded to with a flick of Lisa's hand in the air.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him—the handsome yet terrifying man towering before her. Justine dropped her to the floor. Her black cap fell off, releasing her long hair. The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “So, the restroom attendant turns out to be a woman…” he murmured, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it harshly. “Please, sir… let me go. I’m just a worker,” she pleaded, her voice trembling between pain and tears. ---

“Joseph… I will not divorce you. “If she’s going to be a mistress, she’ll always be a mistress. Her son will only ever be an illegitimate child, hidden from the world!” Then I smashed everything within reach. Tore apart every document on his desk. I unleashed all my fury in front of him. Through Joseph’s dark eyes, I saw myself as a demon clawing its way out of hell. “I’m telling you, this isn’t over! “Wherever she gives birth, I’ll make the whole hospital know she’s a mistress.

She sputtered a little, but did not gasp. “I want you alert for this next part.” He handed the bucket back to the sub. “Mistress Lameka, if you don't mind.” Yvonne began to tremble as she heard the woman laugh lightly and step forward. She'd seen Mistress Lameka in action a few times. The subs called her Mozart, because her fingers had the ability to transport people to other realms of pleasure. She was one of the many doms and subs that had attended this Bacchanalian country getaway organized by a friend of Patrick. “Easy love,” Patrick said, stroking her damp hair. “You know your safe word. Say it and all this is over.”

"You think posting something online can force your way into our lives? Keep dreaming. A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes. You're only fit to crawl under a bridge and find a homeless man!" Her filthy insults came one after another, each one testing the limits of my patience. I genuinely began to wonder if there had been some kind of mistake. How could this possibly be the girl Nathaniel had described? I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising in my chest, and spoke coldly. "Listen carefully. I'm not a mistress. I'm Nathaniel's mother. In other words, I'm the biological mother of the fiancé you're talking about."

I had no one more closer to me than him, not even those fling wives. And surely not her. I wasn't capable of loving anyone, but hers was going to be different. I hate her already. She was my enemies daughter and was now going to be my personal pawn on the facade of my wife. It's time I started encroaching om all the mafias and getting what I want.