Young Mistress Novels & Stories

That word from him seemed to drop like a bomb and sent the room into chaos. Briannna charged forward, grabbed his arm, and questioned him. "And you claim that she isn't your side chick, Spencer? Will you continue denying now that things have come to this?" Her eyes were reddened, and she looked as though she was trying her best to put on a strong front despite having been wronged. "Between me and her, there can only be one. You must make your choice today!" Her friends backed her up, saying, "That's right! You might be the CEO of a large corporation, but that doesn't mean that you can have a mistress!"

These two were really treating me like a maid. “Here, it's warm water Mrs Hales.” I said as I handed Nicole the glass. Nicole's eyes widened in horror as she took the glass from me. "Ouch!" she gasped, clutching her hand and recoiling. "Alexa, you've burned me!" she accused, her voice filled with pain and anguish. The interviewers looked at each other, unsure of how to react. And then a rush of accusations flew through the air. "She is indeed a mistress?" shouted someone from the audience. "Trying to harm the wife as soon as she finds out she is pregnant, what a heartless woman."

I stepped aside and shoved her away hard. Then I turned to the person who had been directing the entire mob—her mother. "You keep calling me an illegitimate child and my mom a mistress, but your entire 'proof' is a single childhood photo of me. "I'm actually curious—do you have a marriage certificate? Or did you ever have a proper wedding? "Or… is it that you already know who the real mistress is, and you just can't stand the sight of me, so you let everyone else insult me and my mother?"

Meanwhile, for years, Victoria could freely stride into this mansion carrying dozens of luxury shopping bags without ever needing to hide a single item. Victoria could wear the most expensive gowns, flaunt the latest designer handbags in front of everyone, and walk with her head held high in absolute pride. And what about her? Elena stared at the luxury boxes before her with a profoundly wounded gaze. Even to possess beautiful things, she had to acquire them by surrendering her own dignity. By becoming the mistress of her own step-sister’s husband, hiding her existence in the darkest corner. As if these items were a massive, disgusting sin.

"How are you convinced that your husband is having an affair?" "I was at my friend's boutique and I saw a skimpy outfit. I thought it'll be good to try it on for Jansen but he already got it. My friend Suzy told me it's for the woman he loves, his sweetheart but he hasn't given me that dress and he hasn't tell me yet he bought that dress. If the dress is not for me, which lady is it for? He has no sister or a female cousin. I know he has a mistress Juliet and I feel frustrated cause I have no idea who she is. I'm gonna make her life miserable." Juliet noticed Mia clenching her fists firmly, she looked into her eyes, her eyes were like a burning fire that could consume anyone Juliet felt unre

The comments were worse. Honestly, Milly looked gorgeous beside Declan. She handled the scandal with so much dignity. Declan and Milly would actually make a stunning couple. Milly deserves better than Isaac. Meanwhile Kara still looks like a mistress. The last comment made my eyes twitch. Mistress. Mistress? I stared at the screen. Then read it again. Mistress. Not a future wife. Not fiancée. Not the winner. But a Mistress. The word burned. “Miss KARA?”

“ My mistress knows exactly how to make me… happy.” For a heartbeat silence. Then Miguma laughed low, genuine, dangerous. The sound wrapped around him like silk hiding steel. She offered her hand, and thought he gesture was regal, it was also command. He took it. Their fingers locked, hers cool and sure, his trembling from the inside. “Then let’s show them what obedience and power look like together.” She said. They left the chamber. —————— The great hall doors of the palace opened before them, it’s wall hung with black banners, bearing the crest of the Moon Goddess. A hundred candles burned in suspended lanterns, thief flames caught in current of magic.

Gideon arrived home sometime after midnight. He was in a good mood. Being with Natalia always left him in high spirits. She was everything he wanted in a woman. Beautiful, adventurous, and always willing to let him take the lead. He could fuck her like a whore and she'd thank him. Thalia would never allow him to call her his little slut. All her life, she'd been treated as a princess and she expected him to do the same. Even when they were being intimate.

Perhaps if they liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they would convince her to let me visit. As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum, Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure each other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress

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.