The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel

by J. E. Keep

  She stood, her fingers hooking into the sides of her panties as she lowered them to the ground, stepping out of them daintily. Even just a slight act as that caused her breasts to sway tantalizingly against her ribcage, and her pink nipples were tightened with arousal. She looked at him, standing in nothing more than her garter, stockings, jewellery and barrette, before moving atop the bed and resting back on it.

  Her flesh was so aware, the sensations of the air moving about the room treating her to such delicious pleasures. “Is this right?”

  When he returned his shirt was open, and she could see the light sprinkling of silver hair upon his lean chest as he knelt and bent over her. Taking her arm in his hand he began to attach the leather restraint to her. “That’s perfect sweetie,” he declared with such a smile as he clasped her one arm to the post then moved to the next. “You look like such an angel right now, you have no idea what it does to daddy,” her two arms firmly restrained.

  She tested their hold, and he could see exactly what it did to her. Eva’s face looked brighter and more youthful than he’d ever seen her, and the smooth, pale flesh seemed to beg for his touch. The way her large breasts rolled along her chest was so lovely and tantalizing, that tuft of hair hiding her arousal from his eyes.

  Sliding his two hands down her stockinged legs he took hold of her calf and clamped it to the post, then repeated with the other so that she was firmly attached to the bed by all limbs. Standing straight, he looked her over, absolutely captivated by the sight of the full figured beauty so helplessly bound before him. “That’s my girl,” he said with such a weak, airy voice, moving to the dresser and picking up a velvet flogger. The tendrils of its smooth fabric splaying down over his hand as he tested it with a whip, moving over to her and teasing it along her inner thigh. “You were always daddies favourite.”

  She stared at the device in his hand with a mixture of desire and fright, but the arousal was quelling all opposition. Eva had always prided herself on her experimental nature, and the fear of the unknown only brought her to greater heights. Especially as they role-played such a dirty scene. It was working a number on her, and that tease along her thighs was almost too much. She squirmed against it, a soft ‘ah’ escaping her.

  Gregory trailed the dark tendrils up her inner thigh, teasing her quim before he brought it back down. “Are you ready, sweetie?” he asked, though the first lash of soft velvet came before she could answer, and the older man took such delight in the little stings he inflicted, licking his lips anxiously.

  Gasping, she struggled, though it was mostly for his benefit. The flogger brought her blood to the surface, but did little actual harm. Her head tilted up and she knew she was ruining her carefully styled hair.

  “Daddy?” she asked in such a sweet, innocent tone.

  His hand came up, cupping one of her large breasts, stroking the side of it. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetie,” he implored, “daddy needs this.” The strikes came again, then across her mons, skirting her quim. It was a tease more than anything, but the older ‘father’ took such delight in it, bringing its lashes against her breasts once even.

  They stung, but only when stricken the right way, yet she gasped as if each one were painful, her body squirming underneath his gaze. She could smell her own arousal growing thick in the air, and her breathing quickened. Her breasts were so large, and the way the last strike glanced against her nipple brought wetness to her eyes, yet she wanted more.

  “It hurts,” she moaned, hoping that he’d understand it was a ruse.

  He hesitated then stroked her breast, “Hush darling, daddy just needs a bit more.”

  Taking his hand away he gave her teat such a tender touch then tweaked the nipple before striking her across those large breasts again. The velvety torture going on and on until he tossed it aside, looking overcome with desire. “Daddy needs you, sweetie,” he said in his lust laden voice, pulling his shirt off and undoing his pants. The silver haired professor exposing his stiff cock before her as he climbed atop the bed.

  She was shocked by how worked up he’d become, and understood just how deeply his desire for her—or for this—ran. She couldn’t help but wonder if there had been others, pupils before her that he’d brought back here. The thought turned her stomach at the same time that it excited her nipples to hardened peaks, her skin so much more sensitive after his lashing.

  Eva tugged her bindings once more, feeling the muscles begin to tighten along her thighs as she looked up at him.

  He was as appealing of an older gentleman without his clothes on as with, his member a decent heft as it throbbed so fully. Taking hold of her two thighs he positioned himself between then bent over her, kissing at her large breast, then the other. He licked the areas so recently stung by the velvet lashes, suckled her teat, and then moved up to her neck, muttering softly as his cock pressed against her quim, “Daddy needs you so very badly, darling.” All the while palming and squeezing her large breasts, revelling in their supple feel.

  A gasp filled the air, and Eva tried to suck in the breath. Something about the way his tongue felt against the sensitive flesh was driving her wild, and her nerves were tingling with anticipation. She tried to move, to embrace him, and was once more reminded of her helplessness.

  “What if mom comes in?” she asked softly, and her entire body flushed with desire. Locked up and helpless, she could do nothing to hide her shame from him, nor his wife should she burst in, and the thought obviously thrilled her.

  The grinding feel of her professors cock against her cunt was maddening as he worked her teats. When finally he broke from them and kissed her lips so firmly he spoke to her in a lusty voice, “She’ll never get in the way of us again, sweetie. Daddy needs you too badly to ever give you—give this—up again.”

  Gregory Sinclair shifted, stabbing his ruddy, needful cock into her, piercing her slick, puffy labia with a sharp thrust. He let out a loud, lusty groan of satisfaction at feeling her all around him, so warm and gratifying.

  In return she gasped, her own desire and need not at all stymied by her tryst earlier that day. She wanted him, and the reward of feeling his dick fill her erased all other thoughts from her mind. The numbness in her hands, the tightness of her thigh muscles all melted away as he pressed his warm body into hers.

  “I love you, daddy,” she murmured, and felt her body flush with the false confession.

  It did the trick on him it seemed, for her words made him groan in such deep satisfaction and ignited a fury of desire so intense it was startling. The normally soft spoken professor raising himself up, clutching her breast and thrusting into her with such intensity. The loud smack of their bodies rutting filling the air as he grunted out a return “I love you my sweet child.” Her tit flesh squeezed out between his fingers and thumb as his sac slapped against her noisily.

  The change in him made her crave more, and in the light of the room she gasped out, “I wanted this for so long, but I didn’t know how to ask for it.” She swallowed, shimmying beneath him to try to better grab her full chest, those perky nipples pressing into his palm.

  Her necklace fell back around her neck, making it look like the jewels were choking her throat, and they glinted in the dim light of the lamp.

  “Ohhh me too,” he groaned out with such ecstasy, the intensity of his fucking so strong. He stabbed his throbbing cock into her again and again, clutching her breast hard as he angled himself inside her. It was fierce and so out of place on the usually mild-mannered doctor, but he went at her with such depths of desire she could swear he was forty years younger.

  Her whimpers and moans surrounded them, filling the air with such delightful sounds and scents, their coitus taking over the room. It was sweet bliss for the young college student, her mind growing hazy as he fucked her harder and harder, and all she wanted was for more.

  “Daddy,” she whimpered, the sound so loving and tender.

  He took his time with her, drawing out the experience for as long as he c
ould. Though she felt his perspired body and heard his heavy breathing as he carried on so long, his stamina petering out even as he prolonged his exquisite bliss inside her with their play. “Daddy needs you so bad, sweetie,” he groaned. “Don’t tell anyone... don’t tell them daddy fucked you.”

  She gasped at his curse but quickly nodded. “I won’t. I wouldn’t!” she promised, her voice sounding so deep with her own lust and the long, drawn out experience. She had been panting for so long, her throat felt so tight and constrained.

  Forcing his mouth to hers so roughly his cock spasmed inside her, she could feel the long mounting orgasm in him abruptly erupt. With wild, erratic thrusts he hilted himself inside her and flooded her slick canal with his seed, letting loose such deep cries of satisfaction as he emptied his loins into her cunny until he finally broke their kiss to gasp and pant.

  She writhed below him, but her bindings kept her so sternly in place as she tried to force him so deep within her body. He hit against her womb, against the protective device, and her toes curled in ecstasy. “Daddy!” she screamed as his mouth left her. It was loud, and she quickly sucked in her breath as if to take back the word.

  Resting his chest against her large bosom, he panted and kissed her again, then again. It was all he could do to grind his cock into her through her pleasured cry, clenching and squeezing her breast until her peak was surmounted. “There’s my sweet girl,” he cooed all the way through.

  Her nerves had been worked into such a state, and it didn’t take long, not with his sweet words and his dirty bondage. She whined and gasped as her body clenched around him, feeling so tight and moist.

  The entire evening had been completely over stimulating, and her crescendo was intense, crashing down with another incestual utterance before she lay beneath him, panting for air.

  Hearing her gasp so, he reached for the bindings, untying her arms in a quick release, then moving to her legs. Freeing her he touched a hand to her cheek and kissed her plush lips. “That was exquisite, Eva,” he said with such awe in his voice.

  She was so soft and pliable against him, seeming like a great tension had been released from her body and leaving her feeling tender and calm. Her hand went to his face and traced along his jawline, “You’re quite fun yourself.”

  Breathing heavily still he gave a wide smile then reached over. At the nightstand he pulled a silk cloth and cupped her mound as he slipped out. “That was worth the long wait and arduous setup,” he exhaled deeply, moving to lay on the bed beside her, weary after the long tryst.

  Her hand found the bed of silver hair along his chest, running her nails through it as she cleaned herself up. Her eyes were lidded as she rolled over and against him, spooning into him quite tenderly as she kissed his temple. “So dinner was as long for you as it was for me,” she mused.

  With a hearty chuckle he put his arm around her and held her to him as she scratched at his chest, watching her motions so intently. “My desire was so great I felt like Atlas holding up an unending burden.”

  “Poor dear. My teasing of your wife’s friend likely didn’t help in that regard,” she laughed, her tone so much quieter and more subdued after her second tryst of the day. Her nails worked down over his stomach and then back up, appreciating his form so lovingly.

  With another laugh he kissed her curly hair and chided her so mockishly, “You are quite the devilish temptress, Eva,” then smiled as he rested back on the bed comfortably, eyelids drooping, the hour having gotten late already, of course. “I expected that man would declare his longing for you then and there at the dinner table.”

  “He did offer me a job,” she grinned devilishly. Her soft body was so warm against his side, the generous curve of her breasts spilling over his shoulder.

  Looking to her he gave an abrupt laugh then rolled his eyes, “You? Working in a law office?” He found that intensely amusing, his hand stroking down along her spine as the two lay together, “It’s frightening to think of what havoc you could wreak in such a position, Eva.” He let his eyes shut, smiling in quiet amusement.

  Her lips spread, showing the teeth beneath, and she bit his shoulder teasingly, “Ah, don’t be like that. I’d make things immensely more interesting is all. So this is your little palace, hm?”

  Opening her eyes at her bite he smirked then looked around. “Hm? Oh this,” with a shrug of his brows he pondered it. “I suppose I do spend more time here than in the manor itself. That place is far too stuffy for me,” he said, and despite the fact he was so much older than her, silver haired and gentlemanly, it fit. He was anything but stuffy looking with his sleek silver hair and sharp manner of dress. Not to mention his passion for cutting edge psychoanalytical developments.

  She continued to stroke his torso, with tender, loving motions. She didn’t have such a connection or a desire to spend this type of time with others, but her respect and admiration for the man made her want to linger, even after the sex was done.

  “It’s lovely,” she nuzzled along his jaw, inhaling his scent. “I’m delighted you invited me.”

  Smiling back at her he gave her hair another kiss. “Yes, well, I rather enjoy your company. And,” with a light laugh added, “after all our time discussing such topics, I think it goes without saying I was rather... anxious to explore them in a more hands on manner with you.” He gave a toothy smile down at her, his own hand still lazily stroking the smooth skin of her back up and down her spine.

  “I enjoyed it immensely. Quite a treat and well worth the long dinner,” she praised him verbally, and her body praised him physically. “Was quite the risk.”

  “Not really,” he responded a bit absently. Then looking to her smiled, “well, a little I suppose.” With another kiss to her forehead he squeezed her against his side. “I gather you like that whole aspect of it, hmm?” He asked, that look on his face pure psychologist and she knew he was studying her.

  She smiled and shrugged her shoulders, “It certainly does add a little extra something. Especially given your, ah, scenario.”

  With a light laugh he said, “Speaking of, I suppose we should disentangle and be off, hm?” He gave a light smile down to her.

  She gave an exasperated sigh, though it sounded good natured as she shifted off the bed, reaching for her discarded clothing, “Do you imagine the party is still going on?”

  With a laugh he began to get up himself, pushing his legs over the side of the bed, “I have not the slightest doubt it still is,” he responded, taking his pants and dressing at a much more relaxed rate.

  “Should I bother returning or would that just be entirely too suspicious? Well, I suppose I still need my coat, but I don’t wish to actually get you in trouble, of course,” she pulled on her dress, zipping it up easily.

  Tucking his own shirt back in he said, “Ah well, just be natural dear Eva. But no need to stick around longer than necessary, of course, just head on back as you can.” He smiled to her as he straightened his tie, “I’ll stay behind to straighten up here so we don’t leave arm-in-arm looking like thieves in the night.”

  She laughed, grabbing her clutch and fixing her lipstick before giving him a kind, tender smile, “I’m sorry for snooping earlier. You just fascinate me so.”

  Waving that away he finished adjusting his clothes before the mirror. “Think nothing of it, no harm done. Now, don’t get lost on the way back,” he said with a wink and a smile, leaning over and kissing her forehead.

  Her lashes descended and she nodded, licking over her lips. “Ah, there was one thing I was hoping to discuss with you over dinner that I was unable to. Be cautious of Professor Russell. I’m sure it’s nothing more than ego and boasting, but he would love your position. But then, who among the faculty wouldn’t,” she smiled.

  With a roll of his eyes he took his jacket back up and put it over her shoulders. “Just leave this in the library where I gave it to you,” he said. “And don’t worry about Russell, you’d think with the way that man behaves he was unaware
that I hired him. I very well know what he’s like, and short of some miracle he won’t ascend to my position any time soon,” he said with great confidence, smiling warmly at her.

  “Well, I’ll hope not for a miracle then, good Doctor,” she curtseyed low and formal, despite the restriction of her tight dress. “Thank you for taking the time to explore your theories with me. I found them most illuminating.”

  With a cheeky grin he smiled to her and showed her out back to the cold night.

  The chill nipped at her but along the walkway back to the library she saw something out of place. It wasn’t snowing that evening, of course, so the large dark shape in the otherwise pristine white blanket upon the ground stood out. It looked like a person just lying there.

  She glanced around her, clutching her bag a bit tighter as she took a step towards the form. It was such a posh neighbourhood she could scarcely imagine that it was a vagrant, lying on her lovely Professor’s lawn. “Hello?”

  Approaching the form there was no response, the cold night deathly silent As she neared some of the light from inside the manor illuminated it enough that she could see who it was. The tight, grey curls were so distinctly familiar from the scene at the dinner table. Sylvia Sinclair lay there in the dead of night, her eyes wide and open, gazing up at the sky with a glassy stare.

  Chapter 4

  Eva took a step back from Sylvia Sinclair’s form, her mouth falling open in shock. It was a few long, cold moments before she turned on her heel, running back on the path she had so recently traversed to the warmth and security of her Professor’s hideaway.

  It was on the way that a thought occurred to her, the body lay beneath the room that she’d overheard the two Sinclair’s arguing in earlier that evening.

  Returning to the guest house in such a hurry, it drew the attention of Gregory from the back room. Peeking back out he looked to her, “Eva?” Sounding quite surprised, “What’s the matter?”

  “I...” she had tried to find some kind way to tell him, some manner that it wouldn’t sound crass and horrible, but there wasn’t one. “Your wife is dead on the lawn.” Her eyes were wide, though they weren’t glassy or panicked. She was a pragmatic woman, involved in the sciences and mature beyond her age, and all that bubbled to the front of her mind was how this would make the dear man look.