The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel

by J. E. Keep

  “You’re certain you won’t be missed,” she teased primly, her eyes alight with good humour. She looked so good on his arm, her dress perfectly shaped to her curvaceous form, showing off the swell of her rear so delightfully.

  For his part his black suit was well fitted, and despite the stuffy crowd, looked as smart as he was. Sleek, black, well-tailored and fashionable, not the sort of thing the old socialites tended towards. “Once we have dinner, Eva, things shall be far too hectic to notice I’m missing,” with a roll of his eyes he added, “in this ridiculous old manor with all the attention upon the hostess, how could I be?” He smiled and patted her arm around his, “You can hold out that long, I trust?”

  “I dressed for the occasion, didn’t I? Still, who will I be sat next to? Please tell me it won’t be some boorish animal,” she pleaded with her dark gaze as she licked her lips, quite aware of the small, subtle innuendo that seemed so innocuous to all but him.

  She could see through his simple, trendy spectacles the glint in his eyes as he watched her every little motion. Swallowing he led her into the dining hall, “You’ll sit beside me, Eva dear. Can’t very well cast my prize student to the wolves, can I?” He smiled pleasantly as the bell announced that dinner was being served, quite timely.

  “Well, you are tempting fate this evening, my dear Professor, for how shall I behave myself through what’s sure to be a delicious and unending meal?” she teased as she gazed front on, nodding cordially to the guests that looked her way.

  The rush of people doing their best to act civil in the face of hunger and delicious food made things awkward. It was hard to get a chance to talk with Sinclair through the meal, especially as the overweight man beside her kept vying for her attention, “So you’re one of Sinclair’s students?” he’d ask, following it up with an endless stream of follow-up questions from his flabby jowls.

  One thing she couldn’t help notice during the meal was how not an ounce of attention was given between the two Sinclair’s. Well, that and the fact the professors hand found her knee and thigh beneath the table on multiple occasions.

  Each time it brought with it such a thrill and she wished he’d dare the touch more often. She toyed with the fat man, speaking just loud enough for he and Sinclair to hear her teach him, at length, about the Elektra Complex and women’s natural desire to find a man that reminded them of their father.

  She was being quite sincere about it all, though she truly didn’t need to get into such detailed descriptions of case studies over the years, some of which were obviously made up.

  The rotund man was flustered, red in the face but most definitely interested when Sinclair leaned over and whispered to her softly. “Meet me in the library in twenty minutes,” then got up from his seat. As he left the room she noticed Mrs. Sinclair watching him, her own short, grey curled hair tightly cut as she got up and followed after him.

  Next to her the large man said, “You should think about coming to work for my offices when you’re done with schooling, little lady,” offering her a big grin.

  “At the rate of new discoveries and theses being proposed, I don’t know I’ll ever be done with my education,” she smiled brightly, her eyelashes fluttering. “Besides, I would hope that I’d eventually be able to find a nice man to settle down with by then.”

  Even she was shocked by her brazenness, and her cheeks reddened as she reached for her glass of champagne. Her conversation with Martin had left her feeling a fair bit more aggressive than she originally realized.

  “But that’s a topic for another day,” she smiled brightly, trying to mitigate the damage. Even as she conversed with the man, she was quite aware of what happened around her, and wondered at what was going on between the married couple.

  The large man was disappointed, though as the guests were getting up and going about their business it became easy to get lost in the crowd again. She knew from his words before that the library was at the back of the manor, though that was really it.

  She excused herself quite primly, taking her champagne with her and finishing it off quickly. The flush of it went through her body as she made her way through to crowd. She worried that perhaps Mrs. Sinclair would be in his study with him, and so she stepped carefully once she left the din of the crowd, thankful that she wore a pair of heels without a pronounced click on the fine wooden floor.

  Skulking through the halls of the large manner she managed to keep herself surprisingly quiet despite the Champaign and her attire. She could hear heated discussions coming from up the stairs near the open door to a very comfortable sized library, but no sign of anyone. The style of the room inside immediately suggested to her Gregory.

  Finding it empty, and with the champagne emboldening her, she perked her ears to the sound of the argument. She was normally a curious woman, but she was usually polite and discreet. With his skipping class this afternoon, however, she couldn’t help but feel her desire to know what happened pique.

  She could hear nothing from where she was so she began to creep up the stairs. It was then, however, her subtlety betrayed her, for the boards creaked and groaned noisily despite their expensive old wood look, and the arguing upstairs seemed to halt at the sound of it.

  Her face flushed brightly and she stayed absolutely still, her hand on the railing. She held down the giggle that wanted to erupt from her pretty lips, her wide eyes moving to the top of the stairs to see if someone could see her.

  Nothing. She could make out no sign of anyone, though there was the faint sound of murmurings, whatever discussion that was happening now quieter than before.

  She held her breath for what seemed like a minute, considering. She could return back to the party, or she could risk being caught. Stepping along the side of the wall, she looked almost comical as she tried to climb the stairs sideways, ignoring the groaning point in the centre.

  It was futile however, for already being heard once she was caught this time. Though fortune seemed to favour her for it was Gregory’s face that peered down the stairs at her. Looking surprised, he gave her a curt wave back towards the library then glanced away at something before saying. “Return to the kitchen, no staff in this area of the manor,” covering for her.

  He could see the disappointment and excitement on her face as she moved back down the stairs, not bothering to silence the sound as she made her way to the study. Suddenly finding herself bored and too tipsy to even read one of the tantalizing books that surrounded her. Looking into her purse, she instead pulled out her compact and tried to apply her lipstick with as even hand as she could muster.

  It was a little longer than originally intended, but finally Gregory appeared, smiling as if amused but looking a bit perturbed. “You are a daring one, Eva,” he said approaching her, reaching his two hands to her arms. “Skulking about like a burglar in this old mausoleum,” his dislike for the manor rich on his voice again.

  She laughed it off, returning her makeup to her purse and standing, “Oh, how can you blame me for being curious? You’ve been off all day, and I can hardly help wanting to know what’s happening,” she teased. Her face was flushed, and she couldn’t hide the embarrassment at being caught, even as she tried to be nonchalant.

  Something was obviously distracting him but he gestured towards the curtained glass doors, “If you’re up for a quick trek to the guest house, I have something very special prepared there for us, Eva.” He flashed a certain look at her, some of his old self returning. “The walkway is cleared, so no need to worry about snow.” He pulled off his own jacket, then swept it around her shoulders, “Here. I’ll meet you there in a few.”

  She looked up at him, shaking her head, “I know I shouldn’t be so curious about you, but you make it so tantalizing to know more.” It was almost breathless the way she said it, but she quickly turned from him and made her way through the chill.

  The night was cold, but the snow had stopped earlier in the evening. She had no trouble making her way through the massive back
yard to the massive guest house. The place itself being bigger than the home out of which she rented her own room.

  Arriving at the front door she found it unlocked and the place inside comfortably warm. There was a lantern, lit and ready, behind the curtains, only visible once inside. Taking it up, she could see the place was attractive and well furnished, less old fashioned than the manner itself, and upon the carpeted floor were leaves of paper, each one blank but definitely forming a trail to a back room.

  She removed her shoes, finding her steps far less certain in them, and followed the trail in her bare, stockinged feet. She had been curious about him missing class today, intrigued about the argument, but this was something else altogether.

  To the back of the house she found a large bedroom, at the center of which was a canopy bed. She found herself so tipsy by the time she got there she had to sit down, and it wasn’t long thereafter before she heard someone coming through the main door. When she looked up again she saw it was Dr. Sinclair, smiling broadly at her. “I see you managed to get here without being distracted with spying,” he said, an innocent tease on his face as he shut the door and approached her.

  “No one else is interesting enough to spy on, Doctor,” she teased back. “If you had been arguing outside, I would have hunted you down once more.”

  With a light chuckle he came to her and sat next to her on the bed, “We have the rest of the evening to ourselves, dear Eva,” his hand coming to rest upon her thigh and knee, stroking over her dark cocktail dress as he leaned against her. He had drank wine this evening, she knew, but he didn’t seem to be affected as she was, “At last.”

  Her lashes fluttered down, as though she were demure, but the way her legs crossed and moving towards him, they both knew she was anything but. Her hand went behind them, holding her up as she turned to face him atop the bed, “Are you sure?”

  The way that dress clung to her curves was almost scandalous, despite the modest hemlines, and her jeweled hand reached across herself to touch against his knee, “I don’t want to start an argument. I just want to hear them.”

  “Absolutely,” he responded confidently, resting his smooth hand atop hers, then sliding it up, tracing her arm back to her shoulder. “I’ve been awaiting this opportunity for quite a long time, dear Eva. You see,” he began, wetting his lips, the dashing silver haired man eying her so lustfully, “sour old mother simply can’t give me what I need. But you,” he said with a hint of a wry smile as he traced his fingers up along her jawline, “my sweet girl, you’ll help your father out, won’t you?”

  Her breathing caught as a smile tried to pull at her lips. She fought it back, swallowing as she felt the butterflies begin to churn in her stomach. Thinking back to all she’d said and teased at dinner, she could feel her body warm with embarrassment, as though he were reminding her of a cruel joke.

  Yet she knew it wasn’t true, and her inner thighs glowed with heated blood as it rushed to her sex. “I...” she breathed in, finally managing to regain some of her drunken equilibrium, “Won’t we get caught?”

  That smooth, older hand slid along her jaw and over her smooth, soft cheek before his fingers slid along her curly hair. “Hush now sweetie,” he said in that fatherly voice as his dark eyes slid over her, looking so enraptured. “Daddy has taken care of everything so we finally have some time together,” and his other hand rested against the round swell of her ass, stroking lightly as he leaned in and gave her plush lips a soft kiss.

  He could feel the inhale of air around her mouth as he silenced her protests. She was having a hard time hiding her arousal, but still she tried to pull away, her face contorted. Eva wanted this man; it wasn’t with the lust of Allen, nor the curiosity of Professor Russell. Instead, it was out of a sense of respect and excitement, of taboo and wrongness, and of cruel desires to captivate the head of her department.

  “This isn’t right,” she moaned out as she leaned away from his form, inadvertently pressing her large breasts in his direction.

  A frown came to his face. “Oh but darling,” he implored so softly, gingerly touching a curled lock of her hair before letting his fingertips drop and graze her bust. “Daddy needs you so. Mother won't provide what I need,” he said, looking so sad and hurt. “I was counting on you to be a good girl, exactly as daddy needs.” He trailed his digits along her bust, feeling the soft flesh beneath her dress.

  Her breathing had grown so quick, and already the room felt so much warmer. His hands were so tender and loving, and all she wanted was to succumb, but wouldn’t it be so much sweeter if she could hold out just a few moments longer...

  She licked her lips, swallowing as she felt her legs subconsciously part, and she closed them once more, “I want to be good...”

  The silver haired man, so handsome and dashing, leaned in and plucked another brief, soft kiss from her full lips. “Then be a good girl for daddy, won’t you? And let me tie you to the bed,” with a longing sigh he looked down over her, then touched her calf, sliding his hand up her leg, moving her dress upwards with it over her knee, “You have no idea how long and how badly daddy has needed this.”

  Her eyes widened, and for a moment Eva couldn’t contain her excitement before she beat it into submission, her lip trembling. “I don’t want to be in trouble,” she said, her words so soft as she struggled not to let her desires twinge the innocent sounding words. “Won’t mommy be mad?”

  “Mommy won’t ever know,” he said with such a satisfied smile, his smooth fingertips grazing her thigh as he pushed them up in under her dress. Wearing his white shirt and tie, he leaned in against her, pushing his chest to her generous bosom and kissed her pouty lips once more, “Daddy always looks out for you, doesn’t he? Don’t you want to repay him now?”

  His lips felt so wonderful pressed to hers and she couldn’t stop herself before she chased after him just an inch, her eyelashes descending demurely. “I want you to be happy,” she murmured, staring down at his lap, oblivious that she was doing so.

  Gregory Sinclair was no Allen, but she could still make out the stiffness of his arousal through his crisp black pants. Licking along his own lips he murmured to her, “Then you’ll be a good girl for daddy, and let him tie you to the bed, won’t you?” His hand was up in under her dress fully and he was clasping her thigh, letting his digits sink into that fleshy limb as he licked the corner of her lips. “Mommy never does it, but you... you’re such a good girl. You’ll give daddy exactly what he needs.”

  She swallowed and couldn’t fight him any longer. Everything in her body burned with need, and her head bobbed up and down.

  Eva was an adult, getting ready to graduate from her program, yet she was still young enough to easily be this man’s daughter. She also hadn’t been lying over dinner, and her desire for him wasn’t free of scandal in itself.

  “I just don’t want to get you in trouble,” she murmured, and the duality of the statement was apparent to his learned ears.

  She could see the delight in his eyes at their game and her acceptance. “Oh, don’t you worry darling,” he comforted, stroking her cheek again, “daddy will take care of everything.” With that he leaned in, giving her a firm kiss as he rose up from his spot on the bed.

  When he broke their embrace he turned, undoing his tie and opening his shirt as he went to a dresser. She had missed it in her first inspection of the room, but there lay a few choice items. Leather restraints foremost amongst them that he touched and drew her attention towards.

  She squirmed atop the bed, and her legs crossed tighter as she stared, her lips parted. He certainly had gone over the top in planning tonight, and that attention to detail served to thrill her further. “It won’t hurt, will it?”

  Taking one of the restraints over to her he cupped her cheek tenderly and looked down at her, with a warm smile he said, “You trust your father, don’t you?” His thumb trailed along her face to her lower lip, lightly toying with it as he watched her intently.

  “Yes,�
�� she gasped through her parted lips, her champagne tinged breath washing across his hand. She was so warm against him, and she kept trying not to squirm and fidget, “What are you going to do to me though?”

  His hand left her face and moved to her shoulder, he lifted the strap of her dress there and tugged it down her arm, smiling so sweetly and in control the whole time. “Daddy just needs to tie his sweet girl down, so she can’t fidget and move while he gives her some tickles, some love... and a few spankings, that’s all.”

  Eva could swear she felt her heart leap into her throat, and he could immediately see the effect his words had on her. That twinkle of desire and delight was sparkling brightly behind her partially lidded eyes, and she couldn’t stop subconsciously licking over her mouth as her skin burned to his touch. She helped him, subtly showing him the line of buttons along the side of her dress as he freed her arm from the strap.

  Bending his knees and placing the restraint on the bed, he kissed her forehead and began to undo the dress quite slowly and carefully. “You have no idea how good it will make daddy feel to do this,” he said as he disrobed her so meticulously, pulling the dress down from her curvaceous form.

  She felt her skin prickle against the air as it was unveiled. Her large, heavy breasts were hidden with a bra, and her skin smelled so clean and pure from her long, luxurious bath. She was so pliable in his hands, her gaze never leaving his with a wide, innocent stare that she was working very hard to maintain.

  “I want you to feel good,” she confirmed.

  “Of course you do,” he said with that fatherly smile as he stripped her of the dress, leaving her in her stockings and underthings. Reaching his arms about her, he undid her bra, pulled it around and off her with such care as he let those heavy mounds free of their confines. Even amidst their play he couldn’t help himself from staring at her chest so hungrily, they were such an eye catching sight. “Take off your panties now, darling, and climb up onto the bed for daddy.”