The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel by J. E. Keep, M. Keep Page B

pale
flesh.
    Though it was hard to stay focussed on being upset when it felt so
good! Her mind was full of thoughts of those other men who satisfied
her so well, and as Turing opened her top, exposing her generous
bust, it was a losing struggle to stay bothered by it.
    “Of course it is,” he smiled after opening her top
completely, then reaching in under her, undoing the bra. “It
feels fantastic doesn’t it?”
    She nodded, trying to swallow yet finding her throat dry, “Yea,”
she murmured.
    She had bathed before she’d left, and all residue of her
love affair had been washed away, leaving her pale skin lotioned and
slightly pink as the blood ran to the surface. Already her buds were
puckered and excited against the rush of sudden air, and she inhaled
sharply.
    With the reveal of those large mounds, the doctor gave such a deep
and pleased sigh, “Ahh, more exquisite than I imagined they’d
be,” he said, palming each, rubbing and squeezing them with the
excitement of a much younger man. “No wonder none of us can
stop talking about you, Eva,” he said with a leer on his face.
    “What do you say?” she murmured, her eyes closing shut
as the ecstasy of his greedy hands rushed through her body. Her
breasts were round and firm, still so youthful despite their size,
and the sensation was intensified by whatever drug he’d given
her. She couldn’t find it in her to say no to the sensation, no
matter how wrong it felt.
    “Not things for ladies ears,” he chided wryly then
lowered his face down, plunging his mouth about her teat and suckling
with such a hunger for her. His mouth felt moist but cool compared to
her heated flesh, and it was a pleasant sensation, delightful really.
Coupled with the extra sensitive nature of her stiff nipples it was
absolute joy to have him use her so, and no matter what she logically
thought of the situation, she could not escape that reality.
    His words and actions felt so contradictory, but the thought was
gone almost as quickly as it occurred to her, replaced instead by the
enjoyment of his mouth on her body. Another loud moan pierced the air
and she tried again to moisten her mouth and lips.
    She remained so still atop the couch, even as she wanted to shift
and guide him, and she forced her eyes open to stare at the
lascivious old man.
    She watched him lose himself in her flesh, revelling in those
large mounds that were so clearly at his disposal. The sensations,
her weakness and heated body all mounted, and the world seemed to
grow fuzzy and dim.
    When she awoke next upon his couch, she was, she realized, fully
dressed. Though her head still spun, and she felt weak and warm. Not
to the same degree though, certainly not enough to keep her laying
there without any sign of the doctor but the open door to his lab.
    She blinked her eyes, looking down at herself and wondering for a
moment if it was all a dream. She took her time, slowly turning her
body and sitting up, barely even breathing. With the pleasure of his
touch gone, all she could feel was a rising sense of indignation, and
her gaze scanned his desk for the envelope she found earlier.
    The envelope was exactly where she dropped it, having passed
beneath his notice somehow. And though the hazy memories of what
happened seemed so diluted and hard to grasp, feeling indeed like a
dream, the soreness in her teats attested to the truth. She could
hear the sound of footsteps in the other room and a light humming.
    Once more she reached for that envelope, trying to discretely
ascertain the contents without his notice, her entire body feeling
sore and as though she needed a very warm bath.
    Direct and to the point the letter read:
    ‘Sir, if you do not turn yourself into the authorities
post-haste, your activities—and proof thereof—shall be
made public. The things you’ve done to those girls with your
drugs is horrendous, yet all the same, you have until this Saturday
before I personally see to it that your crimes are