The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel (8 page)

“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 could. 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?”