Milady Chapter 12 Novels & Stories

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 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.

⚠️ Author’s Note: Read Before Entering the Mirror Room ⚠️ This chapter isn’t soft. It’s filthy, humiliating, and toe-curling in all the wrong..: and oh so right... ways. If you’re here for hearts and flowers, turn back now. But if you’re ready to watch Maddison crawl, beg, break… and burn under Corian Van Halen’s rules... keep reading. Desire is messy And once you step into the mirror room… you won’t leave the same.

Chapter 1 Mia’s POV. Fuck, I was losing my goddamn mind in front of that mirror, my legs spread wide like a desperate whore, my slick cunt gripping the thick dildo as I slammed it in and out, harder, faster, watching every filthy detail of my own pussy stretching and swallowing the veiny length.

“Look what we have here.” Her throat went dry. “I… I… sir…” Floxy stammered, unable to breathe. The water splashed as she shifted, trying to sink deeper and hide her naked body. His eyes caught the movement. They darkened. She swore she heard a growl. He took a slow step forward, his gaze locked on her trembling frame. “On your feet,” he ordered. Her heart pounded so loud it drowned out her thoughts. She shook her head weakly, then swallowed and rose. Her arms instinctively wrapped over her chest, but his glare told her that covering herself only made things worse.

We didn’t stop until we got to a large bathhouse that was built at the far end of the mansion. “Strip” I obeyed. Her firm voice continued, “As a mate, it is essential you learn to present yourself in a manner befitting your station. Now, step forward.” She handed me a small, delicate sponge and a vial of oil. “First, we cleanse the skin,” her hands guiding me through the motion. “Use the sponge to gently scrub away any impurities, then rinse with warm water.” She added, The effect of the warm water on my body was great. My tensed muscles calmed a bit, but before I could rest in the feeling, her voice sounded again. “You must always strive to look your best for the alpha’s pleasure and your o

**Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 3** Aria stood in front of the full-length mirror, naked, breathing hard. Her body was now a masterpiece of living, hungry art. The phoenix burned across her lower back, the black roses claimed her left breast, the serpent coiled around her right thigh with its head teasing her clit, angel wings spread across her shoulders, and the thorn chain wrapped around her waist like a possessive belt. She looked beautiful. She looked ruined.

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the window, and I turned to face her, crossing my arms over my chest. “Hey,” she said gently, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. She walked in, her heels clicking softly as she closed the door behind her. I took a deep breath, letting the soft, sweet scent in the room fill my senses. Calmly, I reached over to the vanity and flicked on the lamp. The room was bathed in a gentle glow, and Mirabelle and the others exchanged glances. Mirabelle looked stunning in her short black mini dress and matching peeptoe heels. Her hair was elegantly curled, falling in graceful waves down her back. She was, without a doubt, a vision of bea

There, my hand paused, and I let my thumb caress her lips before tilting her chin and kissing her on the lips. "Please, Milady." Fear rolled off her in waves. "Queen." I reminded her "Please." she whimpered. "Don't worry." I whispered against her lips. My hand entered her top, and I caressed her breast. "Please." She whimpered again, but my teeth already broke her skin at her throat. Her body betrayed her arousal. The sweet aroma of fear and arousal mixed in the air. I lifted her to the counter, I broke away for a moment.

I leaned into the couch as I closed my eyes in what could have been rumination, if Peggy hadn't said the next thing that brought me out of my brief musing. "Yes." "What?" I asked. "Yes Mila. I want you in my space. Come here." She waved for me to join her on the bed. I couldn't help the mushiness I felt within, as I smiled and went over to the bed where she laid. The moment I laid down beside her, she rolled over and laid her head on my bosom and I naturally let my hands locate her hair, as I softly brushed through her hair. We were in that position for a long while, until I noticed her breathing had become shallow. She had slept.