Mistress Novels & Stories

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

Thalia's eyes widened when he ran a finger down her chest and stopped right above her pelvic area "Have you forgotten I own you?" Owner her? How? Was she his property or something like that? Surely Natalia wasn't sleeping with Dominic too. Was she? Three men at the same time? Was she insane? "No. I haven't forgotten" "Good." Dropping his hand, he stepped back. "You'd better remember that the next time you open that mouth. My men will stay where they are until you find out where Orlando is. Understood"

“Fuck the tip off. That girl’s Madam is one of our ministers’ mistress. She needs to go back to the Madam.” ****

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

she asked sweetly, tilting her head, “to leap from mistress to mere paperwork?” My throat tightened. Mistress. She said it like a stain. “Calista,” Daire said warningly. “What?” She widened her eyes, all innocence. “We’re being honest, aren’t we? She *was* your mistress. Now she’s your contract. Very efficient. Very… *compliant*.” The tribunal guards behind her pretended to be very interested in the hedge. One of them couldn’t quite hide the smirk tugging at his mouth. Old humiliation surged. The memory of creeping up side staircases. Of doors that stayed locked when guests came.

“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."