Message From The Mistress Novels & Stories

Her hands shook slightly as she tried to come to terms with it. "So," I added coldly, "no matter how many women you throw at him, it's all useless. Infidelity, infertility, and lying. What a wonderful son you have." Then, I gave a subtle signal to the bodyguards standing nearby, and they immediately went forward to grab Johnny and Lily. "I'm done talking. Now, please take your son and his mistress and get out of my house. I've had enough of tolerating you all these days!" "What? What do you mean by your house? Who are you to kick us out? Let go of me! I'm going to get to the bottom of this! Get your hands off of me!"

"Why make things too hard for yourself when you can let go of the things that's burdening you? Once you surrender your desire to me, you shall forget and live like a new creation in this world, without responsibilities; without worries." The mistress enticement is meant to lure her subject into giving up her desire which she is eager to get a taste of. It has been long since the last time she encounters such strong determination, such solid spirit. Yet without acquiescence, she is not to haul anything from anyone. After all, she can't take what's not freely given to her. Not that she doesn't want to but the rule of the realms prohibits her.

A mistress is trying to stand up for another mistress. "I've never said that I'm an honorable person, and please don't pretend like you're noble in front of me. I've seen enough disgusting things, but I've never seen a mistress who was kept in the dark standing up for someone else. Ms. Pearson, you've impressed me, but you have to know your capabilities if you're going to stand up for someone else. Instead of coming to me and embarrassing yourself, why don't you do your homework and come up with a plan to seduce Jackson?"

She glanced at Layla who was standing at her side. “I can try harder!” “You have been trying hard for the past two days, I fear that you would become exhausted if you tried even harder.” “But–” “And there's this tiny other fact that her stupid mate and his entourages can't be held down anymore, they sure know how to kill, it is even bad that they have stupid Crystabelle with them,” The Mistress said, her lips pulled into a scowl. She waved her hand in Aurora's direction and the chains which had tolled themselves around her wrists and ankles like stubborn vine unlocked themselves and she fell to the ground but she managed to stand on their feet.

She was a friend of mine, and he was nothing to me but trouble. Mistress took my hand and gave me a not so gentle tug. "My idea was for you to be worn out so you could sleep tonight," she said. "But I don't mind adding a punishment into our session. I've warned him away from you and I won't be happy if you tempt him to disregard my warning. "I'm sorry, Mistress." She didn't release my hand as we walked into a private room. I tried to focus on the coming scene but I wondered if I needed a punishment to help me concentrate.

Finally, she agreed, saying, "Alright, since this is the only request you have asked of me, I will grant it. However, you must continue to be loyal to me or your petite wife will face the consequences.” Accepting her condition, I nodded and said, "Thank you so much, I will always be loyal, Mistress." My words made her smile. She stood up, grabbed her favorite wine, and offered me a glass, saying, "Let's toast for a job well done. Making Susan lose her child and driving her crazy brings me great pleasure. Come, celebrate with me," as she played music and danced alone. Yes, I orchestrated Susan's miscarriage. When Mistress heard the news, she was furious, blaming me for being too careless and

When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slaves hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible.

I hated how my body craved the way he ruthlessly fucked me, even when my mouth yelled that I loathed him. Even now, in his absence, there was a slight ache between my legs, a longing for him to come and do to me the same things I claim to hate. A sharp knock broke the silence in the room. "Mistress?" a voice called out. It wasn't Martinez. It was Gustavo, his right-hand security man. "The master is downstairs in a meeting. He sent me to deliver a message to you." “What message would that be?” I asked. “The master insists that I deliver the message when you open the door, so that I can see the expression on your face when you receive it.”

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed

"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."