Milady Chapter 12 Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 Courtney POV We left to prepare for the next test,it the Dance of Grace (All noble ladies learnt it since they were little,it a graceful dance that needs the use of your waist and hands) "Milady what are we supposed to do?" Reena was panicking "What? Is there any problem?"I asked confused. " You don't know the dance of grace,you never had chance to do learn it" "Oh! Is that it? I can just tell Her Highness,I can't do it" I shurg

Mila “I will give you a choice, tigress, either you’re going to show me what I own or you are going to get on your knees and compensate for your disobedience.” Given the options the choice should be an easy one and yet it wasn’t for me. Getting naked, baring myself to him was something more difficult than me being on my knees. I curled my fingers into tight fists as I locked eyes with him. I had no doubts about what he'd do with me on my knees and still I found myself slowly lowering my body to the floor. I detected surprise in his grey eyes before he stood up and grabbed my upper arm effectively stopping me before my knees could touch the ground. He jerked me up and slipped his hand around

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

The water enveloped her like a lover’s embrace, soothing aches from the fight she hadn’t even realized she had. “Hold still,” the taller one growled, dunking Milana’s head under. She surfaced sputtering, golden hair plastered to her curves. They scrubbed her relentlessly, coarse sponges lathered with herbal soap that smelled of pine and wildflowers, scraping away dirt, blood, and sweat from every inch. Milana hissed as they worked her arms, her back, her full breasts, the sponges rough against her sensitive nipples, sending unwanted sparks through her body. “Filthy beasts,” she snarled, but her voice wavered as the heat soaked in, relaxing muscles against her will.

Maggie leaves me behind to put all the tricks that Joy taught me into play. You can do this. Be sexy, alluring…be different. Quickly, I light the incense and then go to the bathroom to change. My reflection in the mirror makes my mouth drop. The lace of the thin red fabric hugs my skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. I reapply my lipstick and calm myself. I can hear my bedroom door open and heavy footsteps entering. “Karin where are you?! What is this pressing matter that Maggie told me about?!” “I’m in the bathroom. Don’t come in, I’m coming out!”

"Milady, you are so gorgeous. Your hair, so soft; and smooth, and your neck so delicate." As he spoke his hands massaged the mentioned body part. She leaned against him and made no move to arrest his improvement. He untied her bodice and stroked his hands over her breasts; her nipples popping out like corks as his hands moved over them. He pushed her skirt up over her hips unveiling her recently virgin hole, which furrowed as he drew his fingers through its fine fur. He immersed his head between her accommodating thighs and began to lap up her musk sweet elixir.

BOOK 3: Chapter 10: The First Night The air in the bathroom is thick with steam, curling along the edges of the mirror, blurring the lights overhead into hazy halos. The hiss of the shower fades into the background, overtaken by the rustle of breath, the soft slap of skin against tile, the broken cadence of a woman giving in. Her back arches against the sink’s cold edge, muscles trembling, thighs slick and parted, and she’s not holding back anymore.

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.”

The room smelled like roses and rain, she noticed immediately. Mia stood in front of the tall mirror, her reflection barely recognisable. The white gown fitted her perfectly, hugging her in all the right places, the lace soft against her skin. Her hands trembled as she adjusted the small veil pinned into her hair. She had to look perfect; the day had to he perfect, she reminded herself.