Message From The Mistress Novels & Stories

She said, "Aah, massage more, babe. I love it, Ugh." Jester even tried to massage it and he grabbed the woman with a kiss on the lips. He lowered the kiss to the woman's breast and licked the nipples of her breast. Their feelings would have been so good and the sky-high joy would have almost happened again, but there was a knock on the door. "Who is that?" Jester asked, annoyed at the woman's knocking. "Its your secretary, sir. I will show you new schedules for you to check," said his secretary.

Eren moaned in relief. Then she made him watch a replay. A screen above them played Gabriel’s orgasm on loop. His shame. His raw submission. Eren’s cock throbbed. But Mistress leaned in and whispered. “You don’t get to cum tonight.” He whimpered. Mistress stood before the room. Hands on both leashes. “These are mine,” she declared. No one challenged her.

Vivienne had sniffled. "You don't have to sleep with any guy if you aren't ready. Your first time should be special and filled with love. Sex should be special." She had told her sister. But here she was, in her boss's bed, being a mistress. "Fucking Hypocrite!" She cursed. Roxanne got dressed quickly and went down. She met a lady who looked to be well into her fifties. "Good Morning, Miss Roxanne." The lady greeted. Roxanne was surprised that the lady had called her by her name.

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.

She smiled with her eyes half-closed, telling me stories from Orion’s childhood, when suddenly a figure rushed forward and slapped the bouillabaisse out of her hands. The soup splashed all over her face and clothes, even into her eyes. I didn’t have time to demand an explanation. Neither did Mr. Hale. We hurried to wipe her clean. However, Vera refused to let it go. "Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?"

"Because my husband paid for it. "It's bad enough your mistress mother used my husband's money—but you, his bastard daughter, dare to bully my daughter? "You filthy wretch. How dare you show up at my daughter's recognition banquet? Isn't stealing her identity for all those years enough? Now you want to provoke her in person? You're just like your mistress mother—cheap and shameless."

"Stella, ask yourself: hasn't Mom treated you well all these years? Even when you couldn't give us children, she never said a word. And now you're cursing her? You're going to eat those ashes right now! Then you're going to apologize to Mom! Or else don't blame me for divorcing you!" He shouted, "Eat them! Eat them now!" Just as Martin was losing his patience, his phone rang. He answered it irritably, and I heard a panicked voice on the other end. "We found it, Dr. Hughes. Mrs. Hughes Senior... passed away a week ago."

I gasped. "I need your attention. As you all were informed. This gathering is important to pass an announcement. It is going to be very brief. Your former mistress passed away a week ago. She was my sweetheart. And as much as my heart yearns for her. My heart is also currently broken. I know she wouldn't want me to moan her for too long. So with this, I say to you that you have a new mistress in the house and business will resume. Our loyal customers have gone a long time without putting off the flame in their groin. Your job as you all know, is to put out that flame. Business resumes tonight!" Gary stopped to observe us for a while before he continued. Probably he was trying to see if we we

"Well, do you think they will not unveil the truth behind it? We cannot just summon a mistress out of the blue" Mia grins, with a touch of mischievous in her look. "That's where you come, Ethan. You will be the one to find the mistress, a mysterious stranger; the one who has been at the back of your mind, sweeping you off your feet. We'll plant a few hints and leave little clues, so let their imaginations do the rest." Ethan's face changed, a combination of surprise and uncertainty shining in his eyes. "Mia, I do not understand. How can one find a secretive mistress by just turning around?"

A message. The number was not saved, but I had called it twice before. My memory struggled to catch up. Then I remembered. The domestic staff at Garrick's mansion. The quiet one. The one who liked me. The one whose name I never knew. I opened the message. Please, who is this, and how did you get this number? I called immediately. It rang twice. There was no answer. I bit my lip and called again, I was not going to give up.