Novel & Cerita Mistress Of The West

Gideon arrived home sometime after midnight. He was in a good mood. Being with Natalia always left him in high spirits. She was everything he wanted in a woman. Beautiful, adventurous, and always willing to let him take the lead. He could fuck her like a whore and she'd thank him. Thalia would never allow him to call her his little slut. All her life, she'd been treated as a princess and she expected him to do the same. Even when they were being intimate.

Vivienne had sniffled. "You don't have to sleep with any guy if you aren't ready. Your first time should be special and filled with love. Sex should be special." She had told her sister. But here she was, in her boss's bed, being a mistress. "Fucking Hypocrite!" She cursed. Roxanne got dressed quickly and went down. She met a lady who looked to be well into her fifties. "Good Morning, Miss Roxanne." The lady greeted. Roxanne was surprised that the lady had called her by her name.

she coos, "They are going to be sore for a while; you're going to need to suck it up." I feel fingers sliding into me while Mistress walks behind us, so I know they are Masters. He doesn't want any other pussy, my ass. I knew it was too good to be true. This is the first time that Mistress has earned my distrust, but there isn't anything I can do. The contract says they both own me. It does not say she won't let anybody else fuck me, I just took her word for it. ~~~~~~~~

Her fingers brushed the leash clipped to Celeste’s collar, and with one firm tug, she forced her head back. “You’ve pleased him before,” she said, her voice low, firm. “But that means nothing to me.” Celeste didn’t speak. The gag silenced her. Mistress leaned closer. “Tonight, you obey me. And if I see even a flicker of hesitation… you’ll regret it.” She fastened the gag between Celeste’s lips. The lights above dimmed. The chamber darkened—except for the stage. Showtime. — Mistress stepped back, now holding a long leather cane in one hand. With her other hand, she snapped her fingers toward the side wall.

he corrected me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t fully understand this. What do you mean?” I asked nervously. I felt like I was about to cry. “Perhaps you’d understand if you read it,” he told me and before I could understand what he meant, he opened a black notepad on the table and took out a document. He handed it to me and I took it with a shaky hand and read. It was a contract! A contract stating I would be in a sexual affair with him and run his house, like a mistress. Not a girlfriend. Not the love of his life. A mistress. A whore he paid to satisfy him!!!

Every time she swore that that would be her last conquest, she ended up seeing better offers from richer men and like an addict, she would go right back to the drugs she'd promised not to use again. Besides, her father's wife, Corinne had now bore her father an heir and had secured the central place in his life. Every day, it became increasingly obvious that there was no way that his wealth was going to find its way into Charlotte or her sister, Lucy's hands. They'd best fight for themselves. Her second conquest was an older man in his sixties. He was old in age but still virile in bed and all the older women his age that he'd hooked up with simply did not possess what it took to satisfy him

I slowly opened it, my face remained impassive, and walked in, pointing my gun at the man who had just done a deep thrust to his wh*re, she was now gripping the bedsheet and screaming in pleasure. "Hands up! Don't ever make a move." They were both roused from their lust lands as they both turned their heads in my way. Both were drenched in perspiration and struggling to regain their breath. The lady flinched and swiftly pulled herself up; I can see her trembling in panic as the man, who had been looking at me with dull eyes, slowly adjusts himself. My eyes welled up with tears, but I tried my best to keep them back and stay cool, stern, and emotionless in front of him. After this day swears

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

He met her about a month after locking his mate in the cabin, and Libby, just like all of his mistresses, thinks he’s a widower who is struggling to admit his found new love after the death of his mate, even after five years and is unsure how to bring it up with his children about his first mating. The thought of his other children gave Eugene a flicker of hope in his desperate situation. His second mistress was Jamie-lee, a she-wolf from Devil's Moon with connections to their underground network. They had a daughter together, barely three years old, who already showed signs of his cunning. His third mistress, Serena from Northern Ridge, was perhaps his most valuable asset, politically conne

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."