Milady Ch 8 Novels & Stories

I can tell that it did so because she doesn't shiver as much right now. I remark, and now she's following me once more, "Now you best grab a strong grasp on my hand May because this shop will be more horrifying when we enter the entrance." Instead, she's already standing next to me, nodding and smiling timidly. "Ok, Milady," she replies. Nevertheless, as we get further within from the location, I close my eyes as I feel a familiar sense of danger as if someone or something is watching us and looking at our backs.

Zezi rushed to her, holding her hand again in a desperate plea. "You must help me get out of here." Gwen's smile fell when she looked up at her, it reminded Zezi of that day that she had seen those lashes on her skin. They were gone now though. "Even if I wanted to, Milady, I cannot. I cannot defile my Sire." She said, her voice as cold as ice and as firm as she had ever heard it. It was almost like as if there was a fear of a distant memory keeping her act in order. Then she smiled broadly, like as if tension hadn't just filled the room to the point of suffocation.

It was strictly clientele access only. I spread her legs and dived in lapping at her bare pussy one I had made sure she had waxed and there were no signs of pubic hairs. Mulvey had done the same with Milly. I dive in her open flaps sliding in and out with the tip of my tongue licking, swirling, making her moan and groan, her hands clenched into fists on the bed sheets, her legs moving up and down. “That's it baby take it like a good little girl you are. I continued licking, swirling my tongue. I slid a finger into her wet pussy. “Damn baby, you're so wet for me.”

Her white shirt now tainted with blood . " Milady !" Cici took hold of Chelsea and guided her to the bathroom , where Chelsea doubled over and vomited , emptying her already empty stomach . " Mi'lady are you alright ?" Cici asked worriedly . " I'm fine , go and bring some change of clothes " Chelsea told the worried looking Cici , who now started to shiver due to her anxiousness. " Yes " still shivering and trembling Cici turned to leave . Once Cici was out of earshot, Chelsea leaned on the wash basin , taking in her horrifying reflection, her skin was pale , paler than usual while her lips were dyed in a horrible blood red colour .She was still looking at her reflection when it happened

I say regally, to no one in particular One of the maids goes to the door while I take care to arrange myself on a single armchair, schooling my expression into a small smile. “Lady Sigmond,” The instructor is a stocky woman dressed in grey attire, hair pulled back in a tight bun. When she straightens from her bow, I take in a bespectacled, weathered face with pale brown eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Ileana Milford, an etiquette instructor for many young ladies in High society. For this day forward, I shall serve as your teacher. You may call me Ms. Milford.” “I appreciate your coming here on such short notice, Ms. Milford.” I say over the beat of my heart in my ears

**WARNING** This chapter is very spicy! It contains in-depth sexual details, if you are not into this type of writing, I completely understand, please skip to the next chapter. POV X Millie follows me to the bed and I replay the sexiest words I’ve ever heard come out of her mouth in my head. Sure, I’ve heard those words coming out of numerous mouths before, but when it came out of that innocent mouth of hers, I could’ve just busted a nut right then and there. I lightly push her onto my bed and climb over her. I kiss her beautiful lips and then trail down to her neck staying there for several seconds. She's in her sexy black bra, pushing those perfect tits together, just waiting

If I were ever to make a mistake or slip up, she'd leave me one of her pretty post-it notes with flowers with whatever mistake I made written in thick cursive with little hearts over the l's. The door to the conference room opened, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Mila walked in timidly with her work IPad, and other work files clutched to her chest. Light caramel tawny-colored vibrant locks flowed down her back in effortless waves, her choppy bangs falling, framing her heart-shaped face beautifully. Thick brown brows took place above celestial honey eyes with little green swirls if you looked closely. A rounded nose that fit her face rested above a defined cupid's bow