Mistress Blind Novels & Stories

(Séraphine’s POV) Night came faster than I expected. I didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. I just sat by the window, watching the moon rise above the trees — the same moon that once meant freedom. Now it only reminded me of the life I lost. Every now and then, I caught myself thinking about his offer. Two years as his mistress. Two years in this place, under his rules, under his eyes. It sounded like hell. But what if hell was exactly where I needed to be?

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.

I was messed up, not too messed up not to know, what was wrong with me, but messed up to the point I had no control of how my body would respond to Storm, and how to command whatever I wanted from him like I did with other men. He moved like a silent beast in the dark, quiet and dangerous. How did he leave? How the hell did he go? Or maybe he came in and left like every normal person, he was not the beast in the dark my mind had conditioned me to think, I was just too engrossed in my feelings to notice when he came. Still too lost in the mess of my body, my desires, and the way he overwhelmed my senses, that I did not see how he left. He had melted into me like smoke and vanished the same wa

“Bruce is one of our staff, you’ve already inspected him. But I am the Young Mistress of the Harrington family. Laying a hand on me without my permission is akin to violating me!” The guards regarded her with undisguised contempt. The Young Master couldn’t even walk without help, who did his wife think she was? Even if they forced themselves on her, what could one man — and a cripple — do to stop them? “Please cooperate with us, Young Mistress!”

Sebastian thought he had heard it wrong. He absolutely did not dare to believe his ears, and his expression also instantly became extremely disgusted. "What did you say?" "I-I want to be your mistress. Sebastian, I have already met your wife today. She is indeed very outstanding. I can't compete with her. I'm willing to admit defeat. I won't ask to share the same status as her. I know that this country practices monogamy, so I won't ask you to give me a status. I just want to be your mistress. I'll just be your mistress. I'll bear your children, and the entire White family will be yours in the future," Misty said incomparably eagerly.

The lack of a direct acknowledgment only intensified the strangeness of the situation, leaving Dryzza to wonder how much more the mistress knew and what game was truly being played behind those calm, unreadable eyes. "I see," the mistress whispered, finally shifting her gaze to meet Dryzza's. Her voice, soft yet probing, carried a weight that cut through the silence. "But seeing that you are here, you must have come with a mission." The statement was neither a question nor an accusation, but a simple observation—one that left little room for denial. Dryzza hesitated, her mind racing through possible responses. She knew that any attempt at deception would be futile. The mistress had a presenc

Instead, she held her ground, her breathing shallow but steady. “Do you trust me?” I asked again, this time my voice softer, testing her resolve. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with determination. I placed the blindfold gently over her eyes, tying it behind her head, ensuring it was secure but not too tight. The moment she lost her sight, I could see her body tense further, the uncertainty of what was to come making her breath quicken. I stood back for a moment, taking in the sight of her kneeling there, naked, blindfolded, her wrists bound, and her lips parted in anticipation. The sight was intoxicating, the power I held over her overwhelming.

“Journalists and everyone in the mall, come see! This is the number one young madam and socialite in Glendale. Unfortunately, she’s a blind orphan with a dead husband! “Say, how will a blind woman manage such a huge company? How is she going to run the business? I think the company will be ruined by this blind bat soon, am I right?” “Right!” Naomi chimed in. When she saw Madeline staying quiet, she felt even more pleased. “Eveline, do you know why you’re blind? This is retribution!” Naomi mocked, saying, “Who asked you to seduce my fiancé after your husband died? That’s why your parents died and you went blind. These are all your retributions!”

So here , he was watching as the two blindfolded men rammed in his mistress . One thrusted inside her , making sloppy wet sounds resonate around the room and the other kept thrusting in her mouth . Both the men seemed to be enjoying themselves as they moaned in sync , Wilson winced the as their thrusts got harder and faster , if only those men knew that they weren't brought here just for pleasure but as sacrificial lambs , then they wouldn't be finishing in such excitement , instead they would have dragged this all night !