Young Mistress Novels & Stories

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

He added. While listening to Nicholas, I could feel his excitement for the fulfillment of all the plans we prepared. But, I was suddenly surprised by what he said regarding the training. So, I still have to undergo training to be a perfect result of what he planned for. I thought as soon as I finished this operation, I will instantly go and do what was written on the agreement. Yet, I understand that I still need to be trained. The last time I became a mistress was just an instant situation. It was not planned, and I just fell for the promises of William that time. Those times came from my feelings for him. I got blinded and was too good to be a villain. Now, I have to be like one since I wo

“Did you hear?” murmured Lissara, the famous gossip of Adistaktos, her hands still busy wringing a silken sheet as she rinsed. “Mistress Qerev’nrys received her title last night. Mistress of Pleasure of Dragons.” A soft gasp arose all around, and a few eyes darted toward the arched entrance of the laundry hall as if the title itself might draw her attention. “She really did it?” whispered Nalea, the youngest of the slaves, her hair tied up in a wet knot. “They say she came before the Elders wrapped in crimson silk, her hair like fire caught in gold chains, and they crowned her right there.”

He’d bought me. The second woman leaned in, lowering her voice. “Don’t be ashamed,” she said with a wink. “It’s a good thing.” My jaw locked. How the hell was being a mistress a good thing? “I’d kill to be his official mistress,” she added wistfully. I blinked. “His what?” “The official mistress,” she repeated, as if I were stupid. “Darius took one a year ago. She was chosen by the pack’s council.” Everything inside me went still. Darius never told me that.

Annabel replied from the ground, as she tried to get on her feet and wait for her next order from the mistress. My mistress, you bare the fairest of them all. I know it, already. But for your reply, I won’t make you starve this night. You are lucky. Now depart from my sight before I lose my lunch. She said as Annabel nodded and bowed before leaving her chambers. Okay, Ambrosia. This is your perfect chance to wrap the prince around your finger. She said to herself in the mirror as a knock on the door was heard. Who is it? She yelled from the mirror as the voice said,

Up close, she was a carbon copy of her. It was a memory the Great Mistressw as showing her, Laylin figured. The Mistress was holding The Book of Oath and surprisingly the book was open. Laylin had never seen that book open, not even the one Valerie and Berila brought. Somehow the mistress seemed to have aged. In the first memory where she saw her in the projection from the Book of Oath, she seemed to be a woman in her twenties. Right now the woman had a mature and warm fondness about her even when she was frowning.

But privately most people called it Mistress Hill. The mistresses of the wealthy were never seen in main society, but had build their own society for themselves within their community. The highest among them were the longterm mistresses of the very highest families of Fing City. At present, the leader of the group was the mistress of James Blain. Her name was Racheal Madison. She was once one of the most beautiful women in Fing City. As she fell in love with James all those years ago, she knew that he would never marry her as her social status was too far below him. So in the end she agreed to become his mistress. She was not the only woman that James slept with, but he always returned to he

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.

"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.