May I Call You Mistress? - A Steamy Lesbian Romance (eBook)

When photographer Abby Mason takes a last-minute job shooting product photos for an adult website, she's stunned to discover the owner is Victoria Fraser, her teenage crush. What starts as professional photography quickly evolves into an exploration of desire, dominance and submission as Victoria introduces Abby to a world of sensual possibilities. But can Abby prove herself worthy of calling Victoria "Mistress," or will her long-held fantasies remain just out of reach?

- Age gap
- Chosen One
- Kink/BDSM Light
- Spicy!

"I wouldn't ask unless I had to. You know that, don't you?" Matt dissolved into another fit of coughing, and Abby gave an involuntary shudder as the sound of mucus rattled through the phone.
"I know. I know," she repeated, grabbing an envelope from the pile of unopened bills which sat on the top of the microwave. A sticky residue caught her hand as she reached for the pen. "Oh, for fuck's sake." Still holding the pen, Abby lifted the side of her hand to her mouth and licked. Yup, it was definitely honey. That was a relief. Letting out a long sigh, she tapped out an impatient rhythm with the pen nib on the paper, waiting for Matt's coughing to subside. When it did, she wasted no time.
"Right. What's the address?"
"It's Mill Farm Road, Aberdour. Well, it's not in Aberdour. It's about five minutes outside of the village," Matt said in a thin wheeze. "I'll WhatsApp you the directions and coordinates. Just follow the road to the bend. You can't miss it."
"Mm." Like the last Glencoe shoot, she thought, but decided not to vocalise the cynicism she held towards her friend's navigational prowess, or rather lack of it. On that trip, Betty, her battered, brown Renault Clio, had to be abandoned halfway up a sheep track. Mind you, being rescued by the rather luscious Lisa, a smallholder with a throbbing quad bike, had given the day a welcome upturn.
"I've let Victoria know you'll be there by nine, ready to start."
"What you've already—"
"Abby, you're a fucking star. You know that. Right?"
Abby rolled her eyes at Matt's stock question. It'd taken a few months after they'd first met to realise it wasn't rhetorical, because frustratingly, if she didn't respond with immediate agreement, then he'd just keep asking. The balance between fondness and downright irritation with him was always in equal measure.
"Yes, Matt, I know that. Send me across the job sheet and the address and I'll get it done, but you owe me. Big time." Abby was pretty sure Matt spluttered some more thanks, but she didn't hang on the line any longer than she had to. Ill people were never really her thing.
Hanging up, she leant into her kit bag and pulled out a bottle of sanitiser. The clear blob hit her palm with a reassuring plop and she worked it over her skin, as though Matt's virus could have seeped through the phone line.
The screen lit up with directions for tomorrow. One tap later and the full spec appeared.
Client: Victoria Fraser.
Address: Tigh Na Dànachd, Mill Farm Road, Aberdour.
Details: Product shoot for website. Adult themed.
Abby's eyebrows raised. This was a little different from her bread-and-butter wedding shoot. Intrigued, she read on.
There were approximately twenty new products being added to an existing online retail business. Her fingers sped across the MacBook keyboard, typing the site address, wetforwomen.co.
Abby came face to boobs with a tanned, well-endowed pair of—yup, given the proximity and placement of their hands, it was a safe bet they were lesbians.
Running her finger over the trackpad, Abby decided the favour she was doing Matt might not be such a hardship after all. Besides, if she wasn't covering Matt's shoot, she'd be spending the day editing images of couples cooing over each other, dripping in love.
Eurgh!
The poor saps had no idea how fast it would all come tumbling down once the shine had worn off. They'd wake up one morning to the realisation that they had already peaked, leaving them warped together in a sad spiral of descent for the rest of their days. At least that was the matter-of-fact reason Katie offered for the end of their marriage. It happened over porridge one morning, with such quick efficiency, Abby's bowl was still warm when the door slammed closed for the last time. That had been eighteen months ago, and Abby still couldn't reconcile Katie's vision of bleak oblivion with her own excited anticipation for the holiday they'd booked to Disney. To this day, she still hadn't ridden the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train, plus she'd never been able to face oats again.

In this steamy slow-burn sapphic romance, professional photographer Abby Mason's world turns upside down when a last-minute job reunites her with Victoria Fraser, her former piano teacher and teenage crush. Their age gap means nothing now that they're both adults, but Victoria's involvement in the BDSM lifestyle opens Abby's eyes to possibilities she never imagined. As their chance at connection unfolds, Victoria introduces Abby to a world of dominance and submission, where trust and consent are as crucial as desire.
When Victoria makes it clear that the title of "Mistress" must be earned, Abby finds herself drawn deeper into a journey of sensual discovery. Their explicit FF encounters grow more intense as Abby explores her submissive nature under Victoria's experienced guidance. But in this sophisticated lesbian romance, nothing is simple. Victoria has exacting standards, and Abby must prove herself worthy of surrender.
Filled with passion, tension, and the delicate balance of power exchange, "May I Call You Mistress?" is an unforgettable sapphic erotica novella that delves deep into what it truly means to trust, submit, and ultimately love. Perfect for readers who enjoy their romance with a dash of dominance and a heavy helping of heart.