Mistress Blind 소설 & 이야기

“Yes.” “Now, come, my dear. Let your tight little cunt have its bliss.” Like fireworks, the blonde shrieked with pleasure, jerking uncontrollably. Miles held onto my arm, his fingernails gently digging into my flesh. It wasn't painful; instead, it fueled my desire to be pleasured. He traced his hand over my hardened nipples, teasing each through the fabric of my clothing. He nibbled and circled, intensifying my arousal. “You've been a good girl,” the Mistress complimented, retrieving the whip. She delivered three successive hard lashes across the blonde's stomach and breasts. With each strike, her skin tore, yet she moaned in satisfaction.

She was wearing one. "Yes," She had walked back to Marcos, voice softer now and began to tie the blindfold on his eyes. "I will sit on his dick, and ride it just like you've always wished, and you will watch. And beg like the slut you are, and keep praying that you're the one I'm fucking." "No," Paris' throat had clogged up. His body fought to break out of the ropes but they were skillfully tied. "I can't— Watch. Mistress. Please."

A mistress is trying to stand up for another mistress. "I've never said that I'm an honorable person, and please don't pretend like you're noble in front of me. I've seen enough disgusting things, but I've never seen a mistress who was kept in the dark standing up for someone else. Ms. Pearson, you've impressed me, but you have to know your capabilities if you're going to stand up for someone else. Instead of coming to me and embarrassing yourself, why don't you do your homework and come up with a plan to seduce Jackson?"

Dr Serena spoke. The stress on word ‘that’ made Kira’s eyebrows up. “And that building is?” Kira asked. “The mistresses’ building, of course, all mistresses of all men in the house live there…” Dr Serena spoke with a carefree shrug. “And of course, neither the mistress nor the men want to have kids with someone who is not their mate, that jar is always full. If any mistress misses to take it, she is forbidden to step out of the building until next month!”

He turned around slowly, his gaze darkening as soon as they fell on my open legs, " Sit, Arlene. Take a look at the contract." I grabbed the shiny paper lying on the table. It was written in a formal format, the title almost burning me in shame. MISTRESS CONTRACT! I went through the clauses quickly. The more I read, the more I was disgusted with myself. Rule No.1 - No Kissing Rule No.2 - Always Obey Your Alpha, ready to come over anytime. And lastly........ If the mistress gets pregnant by mistake, she should be ready to abort the child. My breathing hitched after reading the final clause. Ready to abort a child? Was I really a whore in his eyes then?

Legs splayed, pussy splayed, my All displayed, this is no more than the truth. "Excellent!" He claps his hands together, rubbing the palms. "There should be no secrets between a married couple. Now, all we need is the blindfold." I open my mouth to comment, but brows arching, he holds up a forefinger. I clap my mouth closed again. The blindfold is a snug fit, scented of new fabric and leather. My Master slips it into place, adjusting it with his fingers until he's satisfied… … And my world turns into sound and touch and taste.

The Madam spoke, snickering within herself as she gazed over at Crystal who adverted her gaze. In Crystal’s eyes, those tricks that she knows of are not as superior as her own tricks. The Madam probably used her so called ‘tricks’ to seduce someone else’s husband, rather, the first son’s mother. It gives her the eerie vibes that this woman must’ve been a mistress who married the man when the first wife passed away and the firstborn son casted away to the open world.

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.

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’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.