My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

My mistress gave me a very last suck, it was earlier than liberating my deflating cock. Venessa and my mistress were given up on their knees, dealing with every difference. Venessa positioned her fingers on my mistress's shoulders. My mistress positioned her fingers around Venessa's neck. I could not even breathe as they leaned closer to every different and licked. I could not trust it, I changed into seeing my myth girls licking my cum from every different face. It changed into indescribably erotic.

"Her eyes are grey-green. She is a Vayne. The Vaynes have grey-green eyes." "For one second," Mistress Yael said. "Just one second. When she lifted her face. Her eyes were not grey-green." Garrick stared at her. "What were they?" The two witches looked at each other. The younger one — Mistress Sarn — said it. "They were Castien's eyes." Garrick stopped breathing. Castien.

She had skin that was velvety against his own, and he yearned to touch her and experience that softness once again. It was still fresh in my mind the way she took a glance at the tinted glass room. Those sensual gazes of her hazel eyes. I had a lot of encounters with women who were gorgeous and with tempting bodies and all of them were good in bed. But my little mate surpassed them with her. She was perfect to be my mistress. And that is just how Florence will be. My mistress, never my Luna.

Berrilyl's POV I watched as the Young Mistress, who had once stood so tall and proud, stood now, her eyes filled with an emptiness, strange and unreal. The confident, almost arrogant expression was gone, replaced by something I couldn't quite place something fragile. It was as if the weight of what she had done, or perhaps what she had been forced to do, had broken her in ways no one could see. But despite the pain in her eyes, despite what was much struggle, no pity did I feel for her.

I addressed her quietly. My voice caught a little when Master found a particularly sensitive spot, and I had to swallow to keep the loud cry inside. But my control paid off because Mistress looked up at me, her gorgeous eyes burning with need. "Yes?" she whimpered, trying to control herself as well. "Please-"

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

Her mother snapped brutally at her but Nirvana only crossed her left hand over her chest and rested her jaw on right hand. She adjusted her stance to make it obvious that she was staring down on them. “Don’t you know? There is nothing elegant about me and there would never be. I am already a mistress because of your help in Kaitlyn’s action and you know the matter about mistresses, they are a symbol of disgrace. Yes, I intend to fully embrace this disgracefulness and find grace and beauty in it. So before you insult, I would prefer if you find if the words are offensive or praise, old bitch.” Her mother gritted her teeth when she heard Nirvana’s words but she couldn’t say any other word beca

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

His eyes used to be so dull, but now there's a spark of life in there. He felt that the arrival of this "Diana" could return him to the master he used to be. Sighing deeply, Payton looked at his master with tender eyes "Do you want me to find out about her?" asks Payton, earning a surprised gaze from Michael. "Really? You can do that?" asked Michael, not daring to get his hopes up too much. Meanwhile, you could see the excitement in his eyes when he heard Payton's offer. "Haha, of course I can do that. I will do anything for you, my master. Even if I have to dive in the Antarctic Ocean, I will do it as long as it makes you happy!" Payton chuckled, which was immediately returned by Michael's