The Mistress Book Novels & Stories

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

I begged him to give me a chance and he told me that the only way he could give me a chance was if I could last a session with a mistress. I did the research and even then I was not prepared for what was in store. He took me to this beautiful house and introduced me to his lady friend, her name was Mistress p, at the time I didn't know what the P stood for. He told me that he was going to leave me with her and that he would pick me up the following day. Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized.

my mistress said, not moving from where she lay with her head between my legs. “The spy was caught and is held in their dungeon and we haven't even begun phase two of the plan to capture the girl” she said, sounding annoyed. “Another failure, like the rest of you!” She sneered, her glare burning into my skin. She was the physical embodiment of ‘if looks could kill’. “Seems I was wrong to trust you pet” 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 loosen up my tie, rest my back on this humongous seat, and rub my temple repeatedly. But when I finally open my eyes, the figure is still there. And right now, she’s taking baby steps toward me. A smile appears on my face when this goddess gorgeous woman calls me in her usual sensual tone, "Hi, Dmitri Sullivan. I’ve finally caught you. Are you ready to satisfy my cravings?" “The Virgin’s Cravings it is,” say the two of them inwardly. - THE END - to be continued... THE MISTRESS'S CRAVINGS: HIS BETROTHED (BOOK 2)

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

Gosh, he's really a brute,who does he think he is? I thought as I paced to and fro in my room. Just then,the door opened revealing his wife Pamela, daughter of the senator. "Hi" she said, looking round the bedroom sarcastically. "Hi" I voiced out....with a croaked voice. I didn't know what she wanted or if she knew I was her husband's mistress. Gosh when did my life become a soap opera. "So you're what,a worker,call girl?" She asked looking into my eyes as.....anger flashed through it.

Apparently, none of that mattered when your ex-mistress was you and your ex-lover was Julian Thorne, billionaire tech mogul and emotional black hole in a three-piece suit. “You signed the Mistress Clause, Camille.” “I burned it.” He tilted his head, like a predator mildly entertained by its prey. “Clause Sixteen,” he murmured. “What the hell is Clause Sixteen?” Julian stepped in close, so close I could feel his breath—cool, sharp like mint and menace. “If the mistress attempts to leave, emotionally manipulate, or engage another man, the beneficiary of the agreement has the right to reclaim control by any means necessary.” I gasped. “You’re not serious—”

"Why make things too hard for yourself when you can let go of the things that's burdening you? Once you surrender your desire to me, you shall forget and live like a new creation in this world, without responsibilities; without worries." The mistress enticement is meant to lure her subject into giving up her desire which she is eager to get a taste of. It has been long since the last time she encounters such strong determination, such solid spirit. Yet without acquiescence, she is not to haul anything from anyone. After all, she can't take what's not freely given to her. Not that she doesn't want to but the rule of the realms prohibits her.

As long as they were not officially married, the mistress could not gain any access or portion of George's wealth, one way or another. To be honest, the old man was a very good and kind-hearted man. It pained me to kill him, but I just had to end his misery. At his age, he should be laying back on his bed and relaxing all the richest that had come to fruition, yet there he was, investing his time and money on a cunning and vicious woman who only meant to steal all his rights and properties by transferring it to her name, not even bothering to leave a single cent on the man's pocket out of pity and mercy.