They always think they’re in control instead of their Mistress…
Men. Mortals. So sure of themselves — so proud of their titles, their bank accounts, their shallow little conquests. But the moment they cross into my world… the moment they hear my voice? It all crumbles.
I am Astrid.
Mistress of Shadows.
Queen of the unseen.
And tonight… I came for him.
He didn’t even realize he’d summoned me. Not with candles or circles — no, nothing so conscious. It was a sigh late at night. A craving he couldn’t explain. A fantasy whispered too many times in the dark.
I felt it across the veil — the hunger. His hunger.
So, I came.
I slipped into his home like a shadow with hips, black silk and smoke curling around me like lovers’ hands. The lights flickered. The air turned electric. And when he looked up from his precious little throne, I was already there… standing in his doorway like a vision pulled from his dirtiest, most dangerous dreams.
His mouth opened, but no words came out.
They never do.
“You called me,” I whispered, stepping closer. My voice was honey and venom, warm and thick enough to drown in. “Even if you didn’t mean to.”
He tried to speak — to assert himself, maybe. Tell me to leave. Ask who I was. Try to resist.
But my finger pressed against his lips, and he froze. Time bent around me. His breath hitched. His pupils dilated like he was high on me already — and he was.
“You don’t need to talk,” I purred, brushing my hand down the buttons of his shirt. “You just need to feel.”
And oh… he did. I tasted the lust pulsing in his blood, the fear tangled with desire. I climbed into his lap like I belonged there — because I did. My thighs wrapped around his, my mouth barely an inch from his, not kissing… just promising. Teasing. Dominating.
I whispered ancient words in his ear — not in any language he knew, but his body understood. I could feel it. Every syllable loosened another thread of control. Another layer of armor stripped from his mind.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I breathed against his throat, my fingers curling into his hair.
“Astrid,” he gasped. “I… I don’t—”
Pulling his head back, licking a slow line up his neck before biting down, just enough to make him shudder.
“Say it.”
His voice broke. “You. I belong to you.”
Yes. Now he was mine.
His cock was already throbbing beneath me, and I hadn’t even touched him yet. That’s the beauty of a Mistress’s power — I don’t need to beg, don’t need to rush. I command. And they obey.
I leaned in, lips ghosting over his, letting my breath tease him into madness. “You thought you ruled your world,” I murmured, grinding against him slowly, cruelly. “But this? All of it? Your mind, your body, your soul — it belongs to me now.”
His hands trembled as they tried to reach for me. I allowed it — just for a moment. Enough for him to feel the heat of me. Then I pinned them to the chair with one whispered spell. He moaned. Loud.
“Yes, scream for me,” I said. “Let the night know whose slut you are.”
And he did.
Gods, the way he moaned my name, begged for release, begged for me. It made my power surge, throb, spread.
However, I was more than a woman in that moment — I was a storm in velvet, a goddess made of lust and shadows.
And he? He was mine.
Just like you will be, darling… if you dare speak my name.
Astrid. Mistress. Queen.
Come. Let me show you what it means to surrender to the dark.
♥ Mistress Astrid ♥