Mistress Of The West Novels & Stories

“Why should I step on my rules for you? I will not do that, you must wait three months to hear from me,” “I will do anything… just name it,” “What a desperate man,” she chuckled. “If you were so desperate, why did you force me to come with you? I was chained!” “Why did you come with us? You are a witch, you could easily choose to escape,” Peach Mistress gritted her teeth in anger. Her eyes changed. “All you fucking king's do is try to control me! What do you think, some puppet?” She spat angrily. “No you are not,” his tone and expression remained calm. “When I ordered my warriors to capture you I wasn't thinking of who you were or how that would make you feel, I was only thinking of my mate.

I looked at Chantel pleadingly, but she only smiled at me as she said "Don't worry slut, mistress mommy is an amazing lover. I know you love it when I dominate you, now just imagine how sexy you will feel when you have two beautiful black mistresses to pleasure." Brenda then settled down on the bed on one side of me, as Chantel settled down on my other side. Brenda then said, "She's right. I know you are a natural slave. You see, Chantel is my daughter slut. She services my every demand, and has done so for a very long time. I am her mistress mommy, as I am the head of this family. So you will address both of us as 'mistress mommy' and 'mistress Chantel,' whenever either of us refer to you a

“A mistress. He’s playing games with me! After everything I’ve done to be accepted here—he’s sneaking off to see another woman.” She sat beside me, stroking my arm gently, but her voice turned ice cold. “That’s an abomination. You’ve carried yourself with grace and honor. You’ve obeyed every tradition. A true Luna is chosen by both the people and the crown—not by some… dalliance with a whore.” A fresh wave of tears welled in my eyes. “I can’t lose him. I can’t.” “You won’t,” she said firmly. “We will deal with this... problem. Quietly. And permanently.”

“I mean… yes! All these years, that's what I've been trying to do but you never once looked my way.” “If you want to be mine then you have to go through some tests.” I nodded, “What tests? I would do anything Zaria. Just please give me a chance.” “Fine. Just be loyal to my Mistress.” “Mistress?” I said, at loss of words. Just who the hell was her mistress? Did she mean the Alpha? “The reason I am working so hard after I just got out of war is this. My Mistress.” “Your Mistress?” I said quietly and she nodded, “It's true.”

"May I ask what that is?" The mistress merely smiled, her fingers lightly drumming against her lap. "I’ll reveal it when the time is right. For now, tell me how I can assist you." Dryzza swallowed hard, her instincts screaming caution. She wasn’t entirely sure she could trust the mistress, whose enigmatic aura made it impossible to read her true intentions. Dryzza’s usual psychological skills seemed powerless against the subtle, unpredictable nature of this woman, leaving her uncertain of what lay ahead.

What? The girl’s smile vanishes, replaced by pure hate. “You think you can swap a property and no one will notice?” She tsks, shaking her head. “You still don’t understand how this business works.” West smirks, his fingers lightly tracing her cheek. “I have no intention of explaining my business plan to you. But trust me, soon enough, you’ll be shipped off to some old ass billionaire to serve as his slave.” Her hand flies toward his face, but West catches her wrist mid-air, twisting her arm behind her. Leaning in close, he whispers into her ear from behind. “I can see you have little strength left today. I guess we should make bondage our nightly routine.”

Bur, he was old and tired The mistress of Jonathan Madrigal was once a young woman of the free cities in the West. Jonathan drank too much that night and he had stepped over her and led his seeds down her thighs. At morning light, he realized his folly and thinking the pride and honor of his family, he took her as her bride -- the bride he always said he'd regretted marrying. She was not a wife who took her duty in service of her husband. Damn. Joana just often visited the house. That Jonathan said before he had disappeared. Heaven knew where. Only hi

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s

Maybe it was because he was the Beta, he could have any other woman he wanted and yet he was stuck with her. But she hadn't been the one to force him to be with her. West had declared her as his mate even before Lisa knew what that word meant. If he couldn't stand her then he should let her go, she didn't want to be with him either. Lisa became so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice her door being opened and West stepping in. He watched her with a dangerous smile on his face, he walked forward and wrapped his arm around her middle, only then was Lisa alerted by his presence. She struggled and tried to push him aware, but it was to no avail because he was stronger than her.

He sighed, "so that's why you were lying on the road?" "Why'd he hurt me like that? What did I do wrong? Have I ever lied to him? I can't remember i have. He made a fool of me and my sister has to be his mistress. I do not blame him for falling for her. Her gorgeous impeccable looks ensnared him." I screamed amidst tears. Mark touched her cheek, "and you are a beautiful lady. If you aren't, he won't have fell for you and put a ring on your finger."