Message From The Mistress Novels & Stories

Clear as day. Yorick stopped him. He grabbed Ethan's arm, shook his head, and let it all happen. Yeah. He let her do it. He let every cruel word, every stomp, every shred of torture happen. He allowed it. And in that moment, I knew. Between his mistress and the truth, he chose her. Always her. I wanted to scream, to curse, to rip free of this bond that chained me to him. But all I could do was stare up at him, my vision blurring with tears I refused to let fall.

It was not like that she had not tried to forget her past in those nine months, she did not once but many times but it was not easy, she had spent more than two years as his mistress which was the biggest insult for any woman. Their nasty comments still rang in her ears every night. "Oh God, she has a hot body, Mr. Raichand is very lucky to have such a mistress, she must have tiny holes, good to fuck.” "If I want you for a night, how much will you charge?" "Don't be so highly slut, when you can spread our legs before him then what's the problem with me, I will pay you well, just let me enjoy your holes"

He sighed, "so that's why you were lying on the road?" "Why'd he hurt me like that? What did I do wrong? Have I ever lied to him? I can't remember i have. He made a fool of me and my sister has to be his mistress. I do not blame him for falling for her. Her gorgeous impeccable looks ensnared him." I screamed amidst tears. Mark touched her cheek, "and you are a beautiful lady. If you aren't, he won't have fell for you and put a ring on your finger."

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

Mr. Jones saw me and avoided my gaze. Tarni then ran over and playfully tugged at his arm. “Mr. Jones, you’ve been serving the Roth family for a long time. You tell us. Who’s the imposter?!” I looked at him too and waited for his answer. To my surprise, Mr. Jones pointed at my mother with unwavering certainty. “She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!”

If she's aiming for headlines, then she'll certainly make them. “A mistress is what you’re! Good only in bed!” Furious and ready to slap her for crossing the line, I pause as sudden sounds from the LED screen catch everyone's attention. The hall falls silent, the tension thick as gasps ripple through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the screen.

she murmured softly, "and you will, call out for Vespera, and let the darkness guide you. Allow the shame to make it all the sweeter." Lyra sucked in a breath, horror slamming into her chest, mortification curling tight in her gut. The Mistress ran a slow, lazy finger over Lyra’s swollen lips. “Mmm,” she mused. “Now that was delicious.” Lyra’s stomach turned. “No…” she whispered, but it was weak, unconvincing. “Oh, Lyra,” the mistress murmured. “You poor, sweet thing. You thought it was him, didn’t you?” Lyra turned her head to the side, humiliation scarring her cheeks, unwilling to admit what the Mistress already knew.

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

"It's just that with the way he is taking everything slow like some gentleman, I am going not going to get sex from him anytime soon. He probably thinks I am a virgin, Chris! Or he might say he won't have sex with me until marriage! Geez, babe, I will lose my mind!" "And you think sleeping with Michael is going to help you not lose your mind?" "Yes. I will sleep with Michael every time I want to... You know, just until Daddy's boy makes love to me and I can decide if he can satisfy me or not!" Christine slapped a hand to her face and shook her head. How did she end up with a friend like Ruth again? "Think of it as a win-win. You will be meeting Alex Pencraft and you can celebrate your appoi

The Mistress plodded along as a steady pace with the servant struggling to keep up with her. Along the way there were numerous stops, because at each picturesque overlook Eve wanted to take pictures. Because she looked forward to the breaks and was grateful for any opportunity to rest, Trish enthusiastically modeled for Eve's camera. The Mistress was glad to see that her servant was cheerful about being photographed, not embarrassed and sullen as she had been a few weeks before.