Mistress Natsumi Novels & Stories

It’s right of her to figure some distance between us is for the best with this manner of conversation. “Sienna has worked diligently for me for many years, and I care about her deeply. This has nothing to do with worth. However, it is evident to everyone looking into this home that Sienna is here due to your generosity, not mine.” “So?” She tucks her hands behind her back, all poise and elegance. “So, it is time to take Sienna as your mistress.” My heart beat stutters. Mistress? Vivid images of Sienna splayed out on my bed, her naked form nestled between my ivory covers, her sweeping curves beneath my palms flashes unbidden across my mind.

she added, which made the woman stop for a second. She looked at her with a surprised look on her face before she laughed out loud, enough that it poured through the four corners of the room. "Marvelous, lady," Hiyori said before she crossed her legs. "Truth be told, out of one hundred prestige women from a long generation of prosperity, I am Lord Sasaki's fifth concubine," she explained, which made her surprised beyond words. It was obvious that she had no knowledge about Japan's cultures and traditions, which made her even more baffled.

Ada Wong, the renowned freelance spy, found herself in a precarious position. After infiltrating Castle Dimitrescu in the heart of the Eastern European mountains, she was captured by the enigmatic and alluring Alcina Dimitrescu. The mistress of the castle had a sinister plan for Ada and the other captive, a young woman named Evelyn. Alcina, with her striking beauty and an air of authority, stood before the bound women. "Welcome to my castle, my dears. You will serve a vital purpose here." Her voice was smooth like silk, yet laced with an underlying menace.

Before I could recover from the hard impact on my face or say anything, the lady spoke in a more mocking tone that made my stomach recoil. " I think you need to know who you are up against, little bitch; I'm Katherine Rodriguez, the billionaire Alpha's only daughter and heiress," she announced, her voice dripping with smug superiority. "And I'm Derrick Ortega's chosen mate, his future wife. So you see, you never stood a chance."

Her eyes had widened momentarily when she saw him, betraying her shock, but she quickly masked it with a polite smile. “Good afternoon,” she began, her voice steady but lacking its usual warmth. “You must be Mrs Miller.” Francesca extended her hand. “Yes, that’s me, but please call me Francesca. And you are Miss Jordan?” “Yes. Susan Jordan,” she replied, shaking hands firmly. “I’ll be showing you the property today.” Leo couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides, his jaw taut as he fought to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to speak—to ask questions—but the words refused to come.

“This might sound stupid, but you never know if you never try. Instead of rejecting her, make her your mistress. Get her a secret house, provide everything she needs, and enjoy the maximum pleasure of fucking her.” “Language!” Grey interrupted his wife. The thought was fleeting and tempting, and the selfish part of me liked it. If I did that, I would secretly be satisfying my cravings, but what if Kira didn't want that kind of lifestyle? "I disagree," Grey said. "She's young and beautiful, with a romantic heart. She's likely dreaming of true love and a fairytale ending. Keeping her as a mistress could lead to disillusionment and bitterness. If she's already trying to escape now, imagine how

Greta ordered and Isabel snarled and stomped away. “I’m Greta, the head staff,” Greta introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” I told her, nervously. I wondered what she must think of me, selling myself away to an older rich man. She took me to a room, it was large and well furnished. “This will be your room, there’s everything you need to settle in. Lunch will be served soon.” “Thank you,” I faked a smile as she left. In the contract, it was stated I would be a live-in mistress and quit my job. I would also be discreet about the contract and any breaching on my part would warrant legal actions from Eric.

“And the alpha’s personal maid. I attend directly to him, and he entrusts me with his tasks—including his personal card. Who are you?” The woman went still, clearly not expecting that kind of answer. Even I hadn’t expected it. Omegas—even mistresses—weren’t supposed to speak like that to women of higher rank. Miranda’s cheeks flushed red. “I… if what you’re saying is true, then… show us.” “Show you what?” Misha asked flatly.

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”