My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Her sweet voice cuts the air like a poisoned whisper, and once again, the contrast between her gentle tone and the situation I find myself in sends chills down my spine. My heart races, pounding with a fury bordering on despair. What does she want from me? “What are you going to do? I changed my mind, I’ll take the blame!” The anguish fills my voice, and I feel a coldness in my chest as I realize I am one step away from death. She stares at me, her gaze cold as ice, but there’s a gleam of cruel satisfaction in her eyes. “It’s too late for that.” The false lament in her voice only heightens my despair. “The Mistress is in a hurry. She wants you dead. I tried to help you, but you took too long

"Have I been too kind to you lately? Is that the reason you think you can tell me what to do?" "I'm sorry" she croaked out "I won't do it again" he wasn't Enrico. The way he looked at her was different. She could swear there was disgust and loathing in his eyes. Which had her wondering what the true nature of his relationship with Natalia was. "Is that so?" He asked the look in his eyes changing. With his other hand, he pulled the strings of the robe and pushed it open. Thalia's eyes widened when he ran a finger down her chest and stopped right above her pelvic area "Have you forgotten I own you?"

Her mistress always goes for a ride in the wee hours of the morning, leaving no clue where she goes. Lost in a daze, she stumbles into someone and nearly goes tumbling backwards, except for the quick hands that catch her. "Are you alright, A-Yan? " Jet black-haired beauty mutters, frowning at her servant. " Oh, my Lady, " A-Yan weeps in relief when she meets the dark brown eyes of her mistress, tears streaming down her face. The young woman frowns at her tears, her brow furrowing. " What is it, A-Yan? " She asks, her voice tinged with worry.

Her intention was clear, the moment the mistress dared to hold the cold rough hand of master Alejandro and pulled it up towards her chest shamelessly. The throne holder knew, she was trying to approach him. "I just want to let you know that my door is always open for you... so is my heart!" Uttering with her voice sounding delicately innocent, the mistress stared at master's ocean like deep eyes which were still dark. Numbly the very rough of his which she held up on her chest slowly made its way upwards mindlessly.

"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.

“good you are here, make it quick and leave before anyone notices you.” “yes ma'am” he responded and went behind the house with his jerrican. Priscilla proceeded to wear a mask and walked towards the car driving a little further from the house but from a distance where she could see the house. In a few minutes, the house was bursting up in flames and she looked at the house with joy.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.