Mistress Novels & Stories

I said, my head high up in the clouds. "What exactly is a mistress?" With another smack, she enquired. "Mistress Ava," I replied, scarcely recognizing myself. "For what?" She asked, slapping me again. She is always like this, asking questions she knows and expecting an answer from me while fucking me. "Thank you for fucking my tight pussy with that massive black dick.. ahh.. thank you," I panted as she rode me. "Ahh.. yes.. ah.. fuck yeah.. oh yeah," I screamed continually.

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

"You don't get to spend much time with your Mistress, and due to it, you're freely able to seek out and fuck other slaves on the estate, aren't you?" "Yes." "Would you say you fuck other slaves maybe fifteen or twenty times more than you're able to fuck your Mistress?" "That's correct." "They're all well trained lesbians able to give great pleasure to women." "Mistress ensures we're all well trained, yes." "Is fucking any of them as arousing and pleasurable to you as fucking your Mistress?" "Fucking Mistress is unique. Monique is easi

Out of all seventy-two mistresses, not many women had hundreds of millions of dollars worth of assets. Elanor Stanton was the one who had control of most of the assets, so she was usually excluded from the rest of the mistresses. If it were not for Jeff Bauer having such a big ego, the mistresses would have started ridiculing Elanor for cucking Jeff at this point. Elanor shuddered as soon as she realized what Audrey Lopez was actually doing. She instinctively shook her head when she said, “Don’t misunderstand me, Young Master Bauer.

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 wo

“Like something’s about to happen and no one wants to say it out loud.” “They are.” “For what?” The woman didn’t look at her. “For things to settle.” Eira let out a quiet breath that was almost a laugh. “It doesn’t feel like it will.” “No,” the woman said. “It doesn’t.” That sat there for a bit. Eira pressed her lips together, then said it before she could overthink it. “They call me Mistress.” She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve. “Because I’m a concubine to my own mate.”

“Be my mistress. For, let’s say, a year. You’ll live with me, cater to my needs, and in return, I’ll make sure those men never bother you again. You’ll be safe. Protected.” The words hit me like a slap, igniting a storm of rage and humiliation. My mouth fell open, shock rendering me speechless for a moment. Mistress? Mistress? He thinks he could buy me, like I was some cheap liability to be owned? My hands shook, as I boiled over, drowning out the fear, the exhaustion, everything. “How dare you?” I spat, my voice rising, sharp and venomous. “You think I’m some kind of whore you can just… purchase?

Her arm got seized from behind and looking over her shoulder was a man towering above her with a sadistic glow. “Do you know who I am? Get off me!” she snapped at him, her bones almost crushed from the iron grip. “Throw her out,” Alaric said with ruthless precision. “I’ll let the whole famiglia know Vivienne was your fucking mistress and Nina died because she found out!” she yelled back at him until her voice faded with a slight crack. “To fucking hell with you Alaric, to think I loved a bastard like you!” She got yanked towards the door, legs flailing.

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."