Novel & Cerita Mistress Natsumi

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

“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.

I said, and she widened her eyes, and I laughed. "You were Dean's mistress when he was mated to Raina. Why do you think I chose you?" I asked her, and she looked stunned. "Call Raina a whore one more time, Natasha, I dare you," I asked, and she stepped back, whimpering in shock. "Monster," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks, and I wanted to laugh some more. She was pathetic. "I let the slap and the name-calling go. I won't let another offence go, Natasha. No one punishes or touches Raina except me. She is mine and mine alone," I told her, and she started crying crocodile tears. I was too cold to feel anything.

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

The Mistress plodded along as a steady pace with the servant struggling to keep up with her. Along the way there were numerous stops, because at each picturesque overlook Eve wanted to take pictures. Because she looked forward to the breaks and was grateful for any opportunity to rest, Trish enthusiastically modeled for Eve's camera. The Mistress was glad to see that her servant was cheerful about being photographed, not embarrassed and sullen as she had been a few weeks before.

Monica remembered that this should be the name of this girl. Nanami is a petite teen girl with average height and build, standing at 158cm. She is beautiful and has a D cup. She has a fair and light complexion, long, straight, brown hair that is usually tied up into a ponytail, and she has goldish-brown eyes. Looking at Nanami, Monica felt confused, wondering whether this heroine had a cataract or something. In truth, except for "Yasashi" (kind), he didn't see Sorata's charm points, or rather, there was nothing besides this "Yasashi".

She felt dizzy she indeliberately sat on the bed. "No..no..," Mia recollects the moments Jansen cancels their engagements and her heart raced fast, "he has been ditching me because of a woman? He has a mistress?" An image of her and Suzy the boutique Manager flashed through her mind and their conversation was echoing in her mind, "Jansen bought this dress three days ago?" Mia raised her brows she seemed stunned. "Yeah. He said he is buying it for a woman...a woman he loves."Suzy nodded in reply.

“Stretch your new toy! Breed me in the snow!” The man behind me pounded me mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping against my clit as his thick shaft churned the remnants of previous loads inside me. The one in my mouth fucked my face with deep, choking strokes, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. Natalia watched with cold satisfaction, slowly opening her fur coat to reveal she wore nothing underneath. She stepped closer and pulled my face away from the cock for a moment. “Lick your new Mistress while they use you,” she commanded, spreading her legs.

Without those contacts, contesting for such a coveted position would have been impossible for a man just starting out. Nat drained his glass when movement caught his attention. A woman descended the grand staircase. Cassandra Miles. His mother had once suggested she would make a suitable match for him. She moved with an effortless elegance, carrying a white-furred cat in her arms. Beneath her bomb shorts and crop top that exposed a gleaming navel piercing was a delicate gold ankle chain. She looked like an ebony model from a Nivea advertisement. Nat couldn’t help admiring her. “Is that Daddy’s girl?” the mayor teased.

I smirked as she looked back up at me and I asked, "Who am I?" She trailed her fingers longingly over my hard cock shaft as she held my gaze and answered, "You're my white master, sir." I nodded and asked, "Don't you also want to be a white cock sucking Jap?" Miko moaned softly as she nodded and answered, "Yes, sir." I smiled as I asked, "What is the proper place for a Nip fuck doll like you?" Miko smiled lustfully as she replied, "Wherever my white master wants me, sir."