Mistress Dungeon Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

She hates that I see it. I hate that I feel a crack in my chest where her fear lodges like a thorn. *** Minutes pass in silence. I force my wolf back down where he belongs — but he paces anyway. He’s never been this restless. Never prowled for a mate like this, not since— No. That door stays shut. She shifts, breaking my thoughts. “How far to Blackthorn?” “Hours.” “Will I be locked in a tower?” she mocks. “A perfect little Luna doll to show your men?”

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

Then, the sound we both feared echoed through the house. “Honey? Are you almost done in there?” It was Cyndrel. She was just downstairs, probably finishing up dinner, completely unaware that her husband was fucking his mistress in his study. My eyes flew open, and I looked at David with pure panic. My eyes pleaded with him, silently begging him to finish this before we were caught. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. He was relentless, his movements powerful as he drove us both toward our climax.

Eren moaned in relief. Then she made him watch a replay. A screen above them played Gabriel’s orgasm on loop. His shame. His raw submission. Eren’s cock throbbed. But Mistress leaned in and whispered. “You don’t get to cum tonight.” He whimpered. Mistress stood before the room. Hands on both leashes. “These are mine,” she declared. No one challenged her.

Leaving the others to their post-coital bliss, they descend into the depths of the mansion, to a place where pleasure and pain intertwine: the dungeon. The air down here is thick with the scent of leather, metal, and something vaguely antiseptic. Chains hang from the ceiling, glinting in the dim light cast by flickering torches. Various implements of torture and pleasure line the walls: whips, paddles, restraints, and more. Mia runs a gloved hand along a row of gleaming knives, a predatory smile playing on her lips. "Ready to play, Daddy?" she purrs, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness.

I asked, in surprise. I knew some mafia Lords don't have an harem, they instead make use of a mistress. A pretty woman who has to serve them sexually for a long period of time, the mistress doesn't bed anyone except from the master's who own them. And this mistresses are forever ones. If they conceive and bear a male child for their masters. They might be privilege to take over has the queen. This mistress looks like a rival, I've always heard about this mistresses and they are always extremely beautiful. What am I even saying, why would I see her as rival. She can be the queen for all I care.