Mistress Deep Love Novels & Stories

Every stroke a claim deeper than skin. "Look at me." She did, tears spilling over. "You do not get to love me like a boyfriend, pet." I kept my rhythm steady, relentless. "You love me like a slave loves her owner. Like a whore loves the cock that ruins her. Say it." "I love you like a slave loves her owner," she gasped, hips rising to meet me. "Like a whore loves the cock that ruins her. I love you, Master. Please." I released her wrists only to cup her face, thumbs wiping tears as I fucked her harder.

I'll somehow find another house for Mamma and Dylan. I know you don't have girlfriends. It's rather mistresses. I wanted be atleast a girlfriend to you but I know it's difficult for you. A mistress.. that's all I am and I was to you. And I think I have finally understood and accepted that. But I can't continue to do that. I'm not capable. I only wanted love in return which you are not capable of. But instead you buy me clothes and accessories and every luxury in the world only cause I sleep with you. I felt cheap. But I know it was not your intention to make me feel so. You're like that with every women and I'm no different. Actually I'm worse, I don't look like your model like girls. I'm pa

I KEEP MY SECRET TO MYSELF NOBODY KNOWS HOW I OPERATE I JUST GIVE ORDERS AND THEY FOLLOW NO QUESTIONS ASKED TO BE HONEST I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HER IN PAIN CUS IT WAS HER FIRST TIME BUT I NEEDED TO GO HARD ON HER SHE'S TOO SOFT AND TO BE WITH ME SHE NEEDS TO HARDEN HER HEART ❤️ SHE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT THE WORLD I CRUEL MY SWEET BRIDE I WILL MAKE YOU SOO ALONE TO THE EXTENT THAT YOU WILL ONLY NEED ME AND ONLY YARN FOR ME . . COME IN DOCTOR LISA THE MAID SAID,OUR MISTRESS NEEDS YOUR SERVICE SHE'S IN THE MASTERS BEDROOM OK THANK YOU I'LL SEE TO HER MYSELF YOU MAY LEAVE AM SORRY I CAN'T OUR MASTER TOLD US TO STAY TILL D WHOLE PROCEDURE IS DONE AFTER THE MISTRESS TREATMENT WHE SHOULD CLEAN HER PROPE

I climbed out of the mansion, leaving the safe door ajar as a distraction, and drove to the only place I knew where raw, untraceable power could be exchanged for absolute destruction. Sheila. My old mistress. Not just a pretty face, but a woman with an astonishingly high IQ and a deep, vengeful hatred for Axel. She was a corporate analyst who Axel had ruined years ago—not maliciously, just carelessly—and she had never forgotten the slight. She was now a quiet player in the dark web of high finance, a master of data analysis and digital assassination. I called her on one of my surviving burner phones, my voice rough, tasting of failure and desperation.

Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized. I had just turned twenty and I was like a crazy hormonal dog, my friend's father had told her about my anger issues, she told me that she was going to help me deal with it, she told me that BDSM is more than just whips and flogs, she said that it was also not about pain but pleasure. When they said a session, I didn't know what they had in store for me.

I hope you all will look forward to that soon. I will write Mistress , Dark desires ,Whisper to me. But it will be updated slowly. Spoiler: Mysterious stripper : it's basically stripper doll. I changed the plot a bit. It will be a dark romance along with a thriller content . (Isabelle bell, Jack Smith) Mistress: it's going to be a very dark book with a hot romance session, I hope you all will enjoy the plot. The women will have a very dark feminine character here. Poisonous love; one of my favourite book. Billionaire love story and love triangle included. Basically a " love " series. It will have 2 books. Please do give it so much love. ( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden.)

She wanted to ask, yet could not by the moment as all that she could ever do is watch the entire bloody scene that was taking place in front of her. “A familiar, a father and a husband. Such tragedy.” With the lustful gaze, but is hungry to kill and see them die. The Mistress looks at the pathetic king she once serve, idolize, loved, and adore, but since the huntress who stole everything from her including him, and is now fighting her minions in front of her. She could not resist her urge and lustful desire to rip her into pieces, as she whispers and calls her by her once title. “The huntress.”

She touched my shaft, now slick with my mistress, and my shaft slid beyond her finger as I entered my mistress's frame. I went a bit deeper, however, it started going to take numerous strokes to stretch her sufficient and input her. If she might be capable of taking all of me interior her. She became shorter than Venessa so perhaps her pussy wasn't as deep. Venessa stayed proper there, looking and touching me as I slowly commenced fucking my mistress. When I subsequently was given sufficient of my dick to enter my mistress, my pubic hair meshed together along with her hair, Venessa moved up. She planted a kiss on my abdomen, then sat up and kissed my lips. I started kissing my spouse even as

But how was he even going to do that, when he didn’t come to the said company? “What part of the explanation would I have benefitted from? You claimed I didn’t listen when I woke up at the hospital, but now that I did, I only heard nonsense. Was I supposed to smile at you and stay at the Jules mansion as your mistress? You aren’t even aware of why she wanted to marry you.” Nirvana curled her lips in disdain. “Mistress?” Derek immediately intercepted as if Nirvana said the most impossible thing. “How does it count as the mistress when you are the one that I love? You are my lover.”

Her sweet, sexy, dominant nature was exactly what I needed, and once I met her, it seemed no other woman would compare. A finger lifted my chin up to meet Mistress' gaze once again. Instead of shock, or disbelief, there was a look of awe and appreciation. "Thank you, little Bell. I'm happy, I'm the only woman you have ever been with. Although, I think Master might be pouting a bit since he's not the only man you've ever been with," she replied with a little mischievous smile on her face. I gave a little giggle at the image of the big, bad, Dom pouting like a five-year-old, and looked back over my shoulder.