Milady Ch 8 Novels & Stories

Lila’s heartbeat kicked up and she pressed a hand to her chest, but he only grinned at her, slow and unsettling. “Let’s have a little fun, Milady.”

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • LATE AFTERNOON . Mili stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower. She wore that delicate lace lingerie she had in her collection for a long time but she never dared to put it on her curves. It was blush pink with soft satin ribbons. She wanted to hold him. Wanted to soften him, touch him, bring back the warmth in his eyes that now only flickered before the morning arguments. It's been days since she had felt him ...first those days of her distancing herself and then her periods.

Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat. When evening came, Madeleine could recall little of the day. Her mind was a blur of sensual images, and her slender body a furnace of desire. A great well of heat that didn’t even cool when finally the dreaded summons arrived. This time, their bathing was even more scrupu-lous than yesterday, but in the water there were only acts of cleansing. In a daze, though feeling far less fearful than she’d expected, Madeleine let the other three adorn her. Washed and creamed with oils and Jotions, she lay back and let Delrina trim her fluff of pubic curls, then daub her folds with a gentle, perfumed rouge. She

“You don't want me to repeat myself. Do you? '' milly said, raising her brows. Kate bowed her head low and turned towards the bathroom; the maids looked at her with pity as though she was a lamb taken to be slaughtered; they could only imagine what evil she must have done to their boss to attract his venom. After taking her bath; the elderly lady pointed at some specific lotions on her vanity table; and she applied it; after which, a maid dried her hair, and after applying a sweet-smelling oil; let it fall to her back. A light makeup was applied to her face which stressed her beauty, but beauty was the last thing she wanted that night. After her makeup was applied, she was given the basket;

She was already wet. She dragged the chair closer to the window and sat down. She spread her legs wide, resting her heels on the windowsill. From this angle she could see Malik clearly while staying mostly hidden. Malik wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. The movement made his biceps bulge. Mira licked her lips and slid one hand between her thighs. Her fingers found her clit right away. It was swollen and sensitive. She rubbed it slowly in small circles. A soft sigh escaped her mouth.

Mila I followed the maid up the sweeping marble staircase. The maid opened a set of double doors, leading me through my bedroom and toward another arched doorway. When I stepped inside, my breath hitched all over again. It wasn't just a bathroom. It looked like a private sanctuary built strictly for a queen. The floors and walls were made of white marble laced with veins of gold. A massive crystal chandelier hung above a sunken, circular bathtub that was big enough for four people. The tub was already filled to the brim with warm, steaming water and the surface was covered in white bubbles and floating white peony petals.

Unsure what to say, how to feel, but I knew another way to make these people know I was the real deal was to let them see the whole of me, the skin, the beauty, and the power and richness that exudes out of my skin. “No…” I simply said, realizing I’d probably have a little bump by now, she smiled and left my side. “Well then, the lady would love to bathe alone,” she announced to the rest and I could swear I heard someone sigh so loud. I had given them the aura I wanted them to feel successful, and I rejoiced in my heart. “Here Milady…” Simone called, I turned the chair around and she was pointing to another door. I took it to the bathroom and rose to my feet, then walked right into it.

Esteria's eyes fluttered shut as she leaned back against the edge of the bath, surrendering herself to the indulgence. After a thorough cleansing, the maids rinsed her off, letting the milky water cascade down her body in rivulets, carrying away the last remnants of soap. They then applied a delicate oil to her skin, their hands working in tandem to spread it evenly over her body. The oil was light and fragrant, infused with hints of jasmine and rose, and it left a subtle sheen on her skin, enhancing its natural luminescence. It was as if her skin drank in the oil, becoming softer, smoother, and more radiant with each passing moment.

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I honestly should have guessed that Mirabel’s definition of a little pampering and my definition would be totally different. She had marched into what could only be described as a luxury oasis within the mansion. I experienced a hot stone treatment, steam facials, and came to find out that there were hair oils made from crushed wolf’s bane, apparently Domininc’ people had figured out that it was safe if diluted. Now here I was, soaking my legs in a rose-petal bath while Mirabel shaped my fingernails. “Trust me, I’ve seen worse. The Beta’s mate once tried to wax her own legs. Let’s just say she walked funny for a week.” Mirabel giggled.