Mistress Dungeon Novels & Stories

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"

she gestured toward the distant church spites visible on the horizon. “Mestre Escuro thinks you can slip inside through the dungeon entrance beneath the cathedral. No guards, no traps– an easy way in for someone who is not… like us.” Lady Escuridade’s voice grew more intense as she spoke. “The Cathedral?” Amelia echoed. “What is in the dungeon?” Lady Escuridade’s expression darkened at the mention of the dungeons, her hands clenching into fists at her side. “Corrompido,” she said flatly her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They have been down there for years– tortured, starved, broken.” She paced across the watch tower platform, the tattered hem of h

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

She glanced at Layla who was standing at her side. “I can try harder!” “You have been trying hard for the past two days, I fear that you would become exhausted if you tried even harder.” “But–” “And there's this tiny other fact that her stupid mate and his entourages can't be held down anymore, they sure know how to kill, it is even bad that they have stupid Crystabelle with them,” The Mistress said, her lips pulled into a scowl. She waved her hand in Aurora's direction and the chains which had tolled themselves around her wrists and ankles like stubborn vine unlocked themselves and she fell to the ground but she managed to stand on their feet.

Once, it was rumored that the Mistress made the then governor of Tuscany destroy a bill on closing the shipping ports and cargo airports for investigation as cartel wars were breaking out all over the state. “W– what do you want from me?” He stutters, wary of her sharp nails that clink against the metal of the cage as she traces the cage exterior. “I just want to play. Ask me what game, Felix?” “W– what game?” “Hmm?” She slowly turns her sharp gaze on him and her eyes are so black behind the mask they feel look onyx and Felix shudders. “W– what game M– mm – mistress…” The Mistress' lips quirks up, “It's called Hide and Seek.”

“Tresia, listen. We don’t know everything. I wish we did. It might make whatever’s coming easier to handle. I’ll tell you what we do know, so bare with me. First of all, everything you were taught about the last Veil Mistress is a lie. Well, except the six mates. That part is true. The Elders at the time became threatened by her and her men. The reason she’s only referred to as Mistress is because her name was stricken from all records. Your six’s parents were told her men's names by Dreamwalkers. Each of us are named after her men.”

A time I wanted to relive, but also a time that had now seemed to be a distant memory. I was lighting candles all over the motel room to set the mood for the night. Room service had already been ordered; two romantically prepared steak dinners over the candlelight. The clock had just struck 5:30, and Stefan was deemed to arrive any moment now. My teal dress hung just below the knee, hiding the distinct coverings of the black laced lingerie underneath. I looked over myself in the bathroom mirror, tidying the minor issues in my makeup and tweaking my lipstick once more. I readjusted the pin in my hair when I heard the swift three knocks on the door, signaling Stefan's arrival.

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

My voice was low, deliberate, the kind that left no room for games. Her eyes flicked up at me, steady but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ve made it clear, Renz. Rules. Control. No escape.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good." “You live by my terms now. Where you go, who you see, how you breathe—those are mine to dictate. You belong to me.” Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. A flicker of defiance, quickly buried. “And as my mistress,” I leaned forward, resting the glass down with a soft thud, “we start with the first thing that matters—”

Some of the waitresses flirted with the customers. Roxanne's eyes scanned the clubhouse for Madam Loo. She soon saw the lady sashaying towards her. Madam Loo wore her silky black hair in spring curls and was wearing a leopard print gown that had slit up to her thighs. The lady was voluptuous and had very bold makeup going on. "Good evening, Madam Loo." Roxanne greeted the lady. Madam Loo looked at her dressing, obviously disgusted by her appearance. "You are right on time, Roxanne. Come I'll take you to go get dressed." Madam Loo led her down to the dressing area. Other girls were getting dressed up.