Mistress Story Novels & Stories

Greta ordered and Isabel snarled and stomped away. “I’m Greta, the head staff,” Greta introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” I told her, nervously. I wondered what she must think of me, selling myself away to an older rich man. She took me to a room, it was large and well furnished. “This will be your room, there’s everything you need to settle in. Lunch will be served soon.” “Thank you,” I faked a smile as she left. In the contract, it was stated I would be a live-in mistress and quit my job. I would also be discreet about the contract and any breaching on my part would warrant legal actions from Eric.

' I whispered I didn't notice when I started crying. 'Easy for you to say, I thought this would too but life doesn't go as planned, coming back I was hit with the reality that it was a fling and you were.....' I couldn't let him finish the poisonous words he was spilling, my hand came in contact with his face. 'I was what a mistress?' I laughed at how ironic this was. 'Lo...'

Face was wolves in sheep's dressings When they were asked how they met they had said with was through her which was true, right now she was regretting that decision she took two years back, Sila even had the gusts to thank her for breaking up with Daniel as it was during that period they flew in love as they started hanging out more. Maddie found it shocking that they could shamelessly come up with such stupid lie just to intimidate and make her look bad if she was against them, she never knew people could be manipulative until that every evening. When asked if she approved their relationship they replied with a smile in her direction she wouldn't be here for the engagement if she didn't app

She should have stayed away from him. Doris's hands were restrained by him, placed on the sides of her head. She did not have the same strength as him, struggling for a while could not make him move an inch, she had to give up. He remained silent as if waiting for her answer. The strong scent of women's perfume on him made Doris choke, she turned her face to the other side, using a cold voice to answer him, "You thought too much, it was handy. Besides, I don’t think a billionaire like you lacks people care about. You just need to wave your hand, both men and women are ready to run to serve you immediately. Paying attention to that simple glass of water for what?"

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

As if a glass of juice could soften the blow he had just dealt me. “I am not” But he was already moving, already dismissing me as he turned and walked out of the room like none of this mattered. I stood frozen for a moment, my heart pounding violently in my chest, before sinking numbly onto the edge of the bed. Mistress. The word echoed over and over in my head, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. Six months, six months of stolen moments, whispered words, heated nights that had felt like more. Had I imagined all of it?

Susan framed, putting every atom of authority she could muster into the demand. “So it took me a couple of weeks to settle down into the idea of being married,” Leo murmured huskily, a bare brown shoulder shifting in an infinitesimal shrug, dark eyes resting on her hungrily, “A couple of weeks to come to terms with the fact that I had a wife who makes the perfect mistress... a little mental adjustment and here I am. Why sulk?” Susan awas speechless. It was like trying to argue with a maze that kept on increasing in complexity, losing her at every turn.

Someone at the side continued, “Who doesn’t know that she also snatched CEO from her elder sister’s hands by becoming a mistress back then?” “Exactly,” another person said. “Although Claire is one too… other people have the right to say that, but this Madam doesn’t. Be it with taking shortcuts or seducing other people’s husbands, she is way more vicious than Claire.” “Hah, at least Claire still has a job of her own,” the person beside them said. “When she became a mistress back then, before she married CEO, she did not even have a job of her own. She came to live off of her elder sister. Even her living expenses were given to her by her elder sister.”

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 each other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress

Soon I felt him breathing normally and caressing my scalp. " You're not getting it. Whether you treat me like a mistress or not doesn't matters. Because I'm one. A woman who sleeps with a man without love, a relationship, or before marriage is addressed as a Mistress. On top of that, I get paid for my service every time. Isn't it? " I said and he went stilled. He cursed under his breath and took hold of my chin. " Then tell me what do you want me to do? Should I marry you because of that! " he snapped at me making me cry more. I wept like a baby burying my face in the sheet.