My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

she mumbled. The butler's words echoed in her ears. "I will be your eyes..." she whispered, shutting her eyes as she felt her own lashes trembling faintly. "I will be your servant and... no one else's..." "Eyes, ah," The man's strangling hand paused. "But wouldn't it be faster for me to gouge your eyes and replace mine?" "Hic," a hiccup slipped from her mouth before she realized it. Crazy!

Then, he witnessed the dam break, her eyes brimming with tears before they slowly rolled down her cheeks. His heart remained unshaken, refusing to yield to emotion. His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he growled, "That's why you'll be my mistress now." He left no room for argument. *** As morning dawned, the gentle sway of the curtains allowed sunlight to pour into the room, illuminating every corner. The light's passage through the colorful glasses created a kaleidoscope of rays, casting a vibrant dance of colors upon the marble floor.

Nothing more. And after this is done with, my master can be with his fated. I’ve seen his fated in his old pictures, so it makes sense why the moment he laid his eyes on this Ava, he lost control. They look the same, except for the eyes. My master’s fated had blue eyes, and this one has purple eyes. I see no problem sharing him with the woman who made him the master I have grown to love. If being with him means becoming his mistress, then so be it. Besides, he promised to make me a woman, which is all I ever wanted. It’s a win-win.

But I heard a woman's voice say angrily, "You shameless woman! You homewreckers are always kept in the dark! No man would ever publicly admit that you're his side chick! If Bree hadn't been smart enough to send someone to shadow you, we'd never have found you in such a short time!" "Quit wasting time talking to her! What's the point in conversing with a tramp?" Brianna interjected. Seconds later, a pail of cold, stinky mop water was dumped on me, drenching me from head to toe. I shivered and choked reflexively as the water entered my eyes, mouth, and nose. I felt light-headed. My make-up, which I'd spent two hours on, was ruined, and my wet hair stuck to my face as water dripped off them.

I trusted him and believed his every word. I agreed to keep our relationship a secret because he didn't want me to be harmed by his business enemies. I was too foolish to believe on his lies. He hid me because I was a mistake. I put my palms on my face while my tears continued to fall. I can't accept that I am a mistress. I can't accept that my fate is the same as my mother's. "T-Tori." His eyes were red as he called my name. "I..." I violently removed my palm from my face and looked at him while crying.

' He said Elisia saw the glitter in Miss Michin's eyes as she looked at him, She also saw how the lips in the woman's face were carved in a soft smile, Elisia has never seen Miss Minchin with a smile like that. After seeing that she quietly closed the door completely. She's doesn't have to be a fortune-teller to not tell the obvious eyes of a woman who is infatuated. After all, she's also been there. It looks like there might be a secret affair. But so what? it really doesn't matter to her.

When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slaves hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible.

"Maybe we can explore a different solution, one that doesn't involve me going to the king's room." Mistress Eleanor fixed her eyes on me for a moment before delivering a stinging slap across my face. I cradled my aching cheek, tears brimming in my eyes, and shot her a defiant glare. "Keep your eyes down, woman!" she barked, and reluctantly, I lowered my gaze. She gripped my arms firmly, her nails digging into my flesh until it felt like they might draw blood.

my mistress said, throwing my leg over her shoulder and kissing a trail down my inner thigh to the soft spot between my pussy and thigh. “I don't like being wrong” she continued, sinking her teeth into the tender skin. I bit my tongue and threw my head back, fighting to keep the scream that was threatening to blow the roof off of this place down. I couldn't scream, my mistress hated it, I had to swallow it, I can't scream! I moaned, tears running down the sides of my face as her teeth broke the skin. I swear my vision turned red for a moment, the pain radiating through me blinding, making me throw my head from side to side to keep from screaming my guts out.

“So, you think you can actually kill me?” The mistress merely waved her hands in the air. “You’re confidence irks me so much; how ‘bout we break it a little, shall we?” She didn’t wait for Dark to answer; instead, she pointed the stars one by one, their twinkles becoming a little brighter as they moved toward each other. From its brightness came the picture of a woman screaming in the forest, the sky aglow with thousands of stars and the moon beaming down at them as though the woman hasn’t had enough.