The Mistress Book Novels & Stories

Was that the reason the mistress sent for me, to remind me my time was up and I'd have to be a sex slave till she finds an interested buyer? I clicked the door's button and let myself in. The mistress, a short, chubby woman with grey curly hair that bounced on her neck, sat behind her large mahogany desk that seemed to swallow her frame. "I have a job for you." She announced the moment I entered. I swallowed, "O.... okay?" She raised her glasses to stare at me with those stern eyes that gave me the chills. I lowered my gaze instantly, "I... I'm sorry. What is the job?"

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.

Chapter Fourteen It took a few seconds for what Josh said to actually sink in and my heart literally dropped to the pit of my stomach. Mistress: as in lady of the house married to the owner of the house which happens to be Tristan, that kind of mistress? I stared at her unblinking. Gorgeous might be putting it lightly, the woman was a bombshell and I could see why Tristan was attracted to her she was no different from all those models he’s been with. I felt jealousy burning hot from the pit of my stomach and I glanced at her again only to see her staring right back at me, she wasn't just staring she was walking towards me with purposeful strides. The kitchen suddenly felt so small and I wan

Just by thinking about her, I feel my erection. The door opens and the mistress comes inside. I look at her face. She is Margaret, my mistress. I have fucked her more times than I have fucked any other mistress. She is good to spend a night with. I have not spent a night with her for two years. She is beautiful. She was sent to me as a gift for me to do as I please with her. I made her my mistress. Her head is bowed and her eyes are cast downwards. I can see that she has done extra effort in looking beautiful tonight. Even from a distance, I can sense the scent of saffron coming from her. Her body is covered with a big cloth which she is covering over her shoulders.

The thought of him suffering made her smile. "We're here, Miss," the driver said. "Do you need help?" "No, I'm fine. Thank you" She climbed out of the car, took a few steps, and then froze. How could she forget she was now Natalia? They wouldn't let her enter without a reservation. "Damn it" she cursed under her breath turning around. "Miss Ashton? Do you need some help?" Thalia whipped her head around. "What?" "Are you staying? Should I get your table ready?" The man asked. His outfit gave her the impression he worked there. But there was something about him that made her weary. Still, she couldn't just leave. Not without eating their signature ziti.

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

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.

“Just as you wish for it.” The Mistress smile that is equally threatening and hiding something that she prefers to keep like a souvenir. With the grand clock ticking and finally to its very last seconds. A bit of a change from the past are corrected. Now presenting it in the way that is better than before and too perfect to be told to be a fault. Then. “Here I thought that you wouldn’t came.” “Tsk! I’ve been thinking about it and I realize that I couldn’t miss this for the world and books.”

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.