Mistress Novels & Stories

Lou glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "You are right, my lord. But, if I may ask, why doesn't it apply to Miss Naomi Lee?" "Ah, that woman ...." Enrico rubbed his chin, he seemed to be in thought. "When she became the only woman who managed to break through the territorial boundaries I built, I somehow felt that from that moment on she had become a part of me. And I would never let go of something that was already mine, Lou." Lou didn't talk about it anymore. He actually could have guessed why his master did not let Naomi even though the woman had a lover. Lou finds it strange, why Naomi refuses his master when the women are even queuing and trying to approach him in various ways.

' 'Seriously me knowing is your biggest problem? 'No, sorry where was I oh, she told me to tell you to live her man alone, I was confused at first cause I knew you only had one man who is your husband. Then she cleared my confusion, that Antony belongs to her and you are the mistress. If you ever come close to him she would take what both of you have. Then the line went dead, what did she mean.' 'Oh my God I have been selfish all this while, not caring of the pain everyone might have passed through.'

Perhaps if they liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they would convince her to let me visit. As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum, Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure e

The comments were worse. Honestly, Milly looked gorgeous beside Declan. She handled the scandal with so much dignity. Declan and Milly would actually make a stunning couple. Milly deserves better than Isaac. Meanwhile Kara still looks like a mistress. The last comment made my eyes twitch. Mistress. Mistress? I stared at the screen. Then read it again. Mistress. Not a future wife. Not fiancée. Not the winner. But a Mistress. The word burned. “Miss KARA?”

“Show us some caught-in-the-act videos or something!” “Come on, show the proof! Otherwise, you’re just slandering her as a mistress. There are too many people these days throwing the mistress label around!” “Exactly! The girl looks so elegant and refined, doesn’t look like the type to be a mistress at all!” “Yes, yes! Mistresses usually have sharp, bitter faces, all scrappy-looking and shabby. How can someone so pretty, warm, and classy be a mistress...?”

After all, I was the mistress. And now, here I was, legally married to Harold, holding all the rights of a wife on paper—yet I was being haunted by the exact same woman. Still Cyndrel. Cyndrel again, and again, and again. It was always her, ruining every single chance I had at happiness. A stray tear escaped my eye, burning hot against my cheek. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand, forcing myself to stop, refusing to let him see me unravel.

She looked down at her warm coffee cup, rubbed the edge of the rim, and then looked back up at me. “I was so angry at you for a very long time,” she said honestly, her voice low. “I genuinely thought you were his secret mistress.” She chuckled like she was making fun of herself. “I thought you were the reason my marriage fell apart into pieces. It took me months of pain to finally see you as a real person instead of just the main cause of my sadness.” She paused for a second. “But you are not the person who lied straight to my face. Flynn did that all on his own. You were just… there. You were just trying to survive the storm yourself. Exactly like I was tryin

Jade stands a few feet away from the door and smirks. "Don't let all the flattering go to your head, you're still nothing but a pawn to Zion" "If you're going to be a mistress you should at least have some shame, don't you think?" "What are you talking about? The one who isn't loved is the mistress. Beside I was there first" "What kind of twisted logic is that?" "A mistress is person who sleeps with a married person, I'm married to him, you aren't." "Why am I even arguing with you? I look insane"

"It's none of my business?" Lucien's lips curl into a grim smile. "Don't forget-you're my mistress. A mistress follows the rules." Mistress. The word stabs at Nina's dignity, and the bitter reality of her situation crashes down on her. A mistress. That's all I am.

“So what do you want, Alpha?” I let the silence drag for a moment. The fire crackled in the fireplace, soft and sharp. “I have an offer for you,” I said finally. She frowned. “An offer?” “Yes. You’ll stay here, under my protection. You’ll have food, shelter, safety. In exchange, you’ll serve as my mistress.” Her expression froze, then twisted into shock and disgust. “Your what?” “You heard me.” I met her gaze steadily. “I could have killed you, but I didn’t. I’m offering you something better than death.”