The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel (7 page)

The night was cold, but the snow had stopped earlier in the
evening. She had no trouble making her way through the massive
backyard 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.”

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.