Mistress Natsumi Novels & Stories

“But I’ve always seen you wear clothes to bed.” “That’s because I thought it’d be weird for you if I didn’t.” “Oh. Do you want me to stay a little longer?” “Depends on how long you can stay.” “I put Natsumi to bed before coming so I’m free for the rest of the night.” “Then yeah. Stay a little longer.” “Ok.” Later… “Is it true?” Mitsuri asked. “What?” “Your husband is getting himself locked up for you.” “How did you find out?”

I did tell you I enjoyed the hunt, well what could be a bigger prize than Wicknace’s favourite mistress? Now, Natasha was undeniably attractive, late twenties, very dark Russian vibes with her pale skin, long flowing black hair and vampish eyes. Tonight she wore a low-cut burgundy dress, a sparkling diamond necklace trailing all the way down her breastbone. She danced around me too. On a night like this a few months ago, his nominated arm candy selection for the evening, she had found her way to my section of the bar. Seducing the Alpha’s mistress, it was a stupid game to play but as I it felt like a win.

"As soon as I'm healed, I'm going to make you scream my name." I bit the long muscle of her neck. Smiled when I heard her sudden intake of breath. "Is that so?" I licked the bite mark. She nodded. "Make you call me Mistress Nik." Grabbing a handful of her ass, I squeezed the plump flesh encased in her thin leggings. "I'll call you anything you want, Cricket. But just so we're clear, I'm the one in charge." She pulled from my arms. Looked up at me. A glint in her green and gold eyes. One of her dark red brows rose high. "Would you like to make a wager?"

Crying wasn't going to solve anything. Checking around she only saw a cheque of five billion dollars and a note vividly explaining how tight and good she was in bed got her all flared up, the person had written that note like she was nothing but a dirty whore who should be grateful for a generous tip. Paying her off for a night stand was bad but making her look like a slut was the least she could contain with, that son of bas**rd should be lucky they never met gave to face and also for the fact she had no idea who he was or she would have taunted him to death and told him how much of a fool he was, the nerve of that b**ch.

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

He added. While listening to Nicholas, I could feel his excitement for the fulfillment of all the plans we prepared. But, I was suddenly surprised by what he said regarding the training. So, I still have to undergo training to be a perfect result of what he planned for. I thought as soon as I finished this operation, I will instantly go and do what was written on the agreement. Yet, I understand that I still need to be trained. The last time I became a mistress was just an instant situation. It was not planned, and I just fell for the promises of William that time. Those times came from my feelings for him. I got blinded and was too good to be a villain. Now, I have to be like one since I wo

Her heels rattled down the hallway as she tried to find his way to her room. The receptionist downstairs had been more than ready to let her into his room. Not surprising. The billionaire playboy must have frequented this place with numerous women whom he barely knew their names. It's just a mission, Emily told herself as she approached The room. All I have to do is have sex with him and secure my place as his personal assistant, steal from him and leave him forever. He's never even going to see it coming. She had no idea how much longer she would keep crossing paths with Edmund Hamilton.

Forest stretching forever, sunlight pouring through the trees, birds flying free — all the things I didn’t have. Two years. He said he’d give me freedom after two years if I agreed to be his mistress. I let out a bitter laugh. “What a generous offer, Alpha.” A part of me wondered what kind of person even makes an offer like that. But another part already knew — someone who’s used to getting everything he wants. Someone who’s never heard the word no and meant it. I turned away from the window and paced the room. My heartbeat still hadn’t slowed down since he touched me. It wasn’t even a full touch — just that one moment when his fingers brushed my hair aside. But it felt… too close. Too delib

The maid escorted her through a corner until they got to Nicia's chambers. "This is her quarter miss, and this is her room. I'll stop here," the maid turned and left. Before Agnella could thank her, the maid disappeared. Agnella went to Nicia's door and knocked. "Nicia, I'm here," Agnella announced. The door opened at once and someone came out. A female. A not-too-familiar female. She is the second mistress of Alpha Draven. Someone came out behind her, the third mistress, mistress Gattara.

“You know that is how mind control works?” Mitsuhide said softly. He was watching the young woman in front of him. Though she was the youngest of the group by a few years she had an aura about her that matched his wife’s in making her seem much older than she really was. He smiled at the thought that he could only deal with one woman like his wife but this other one wasn’t all that bad to add to the mix. Mitsuhide thought Max had lucked out the same way he did.