The Unknown Mistress - An Erotica and Romance Paranormal/Historical Novella

by Mayfair, Dorian

  But that did not stop the maid from being painfully attractive. Writhing in her ropes, she moaned softly and bit her lip when Jany stopped next to the bed. Her eyes were wide and alert. Jany knew it was an illusion, but the woman looked as excited as she was herself.

  The maid wore a thin and simple night shift, and her wild twisting had pulled it far up along her long, slender legs. Thankfully, the ropes did not seem to hurt the woman; there was no blood or bruises, not even a slightest mark on her skin. Whoever bound the maid had been both competent and gentle.

  She is astonishing, Jany thought. So beautiful and strong, and still so fragile. Slowly, gingerly, she pressed her fingertips to the maid’s thigh, just above her knee. To Jany’s surprise, the woman’s skin was warm and soft; she had expected it to be cold and damp from fear.

  With a gasp, the maid closed her eyes. She strained in her ropes, but instead of shying away, she moved towards Jany as if trying to get closer. Her firm thigh quivered under Jany’s fingers. It was not the flinch of a terrified prisoner; the maid took pleasure from Jany’s nearness, and she wanted more.

  The touch changed everything. When the baroness had explained how the maid could be saved, Jany had feared that she would have to force herself onto the woman – an act so opposite lo love that it sickened her. Only the fact that the woman was doomed had made Jany agree to this plan.

  But seeing this made all the difference. The maid wanted her. Jany’s craving for the maid was rivalled only by her desire for the baroness, and her lust was fuelled with dammed-up need of years constant restraint. Now her needs were answered. Everything except the woman before Jany faded into the background. She knew the baroness was watching, but she did not care. This night was magical.

  Jany moved her fingers along the maid’s thigh, sliding her hand in under her sleeping dress and continuing up towards the woman’s belly. The maid breathed in so sharply Jany heard her over the furious storm outside. A shiver went through the maid’s body, and a smile passed over her face before she looked nervous again. But she had smiled. Jany knew what she had seen.

  Besides, the woman could have cried out if she was appalled, but she was quiet. Silent and excited. The maid should have been scared, or at least unwilling, however there was no trace of disgust on her face. That was strange, but Jany was past caring. Normal behaviour had been expelled from this room.

  This was the first time Jany was with a woman, so she decided to follow her instincts. That was hard; none of her fantasies had ever been this vivid or confusing. With no time of chance to think, she had to rely on what she knew about her own body. Carefully, Jany climbed into the bed and straddled the maid, and to her continual surprise and relief, there was only nervousness and longing in the maid’s eyes.

  Once Jany was on top of the maid, she noticed a line of fine buttons on the front on the maid’s sleeping dress. Holding the maid’s gaze, Jany undid the buttons, her hands trembling so much she considered tearing the dress away. She forced herself to slow down. This moment, in all its dark and outlandish glory, she would not rush. Finally, the last button came undone, and Jany parted the night shift.

  The maid was a dream come true. Slim and nimble, the woman’s body looked almost elfin, but with a dark hue to her silken skin. She was all sharp and perfect curves, from her narrow shoulders down to her thighs. Shadows played like restless fingers over the woman’s skin, as if suggesting to Jany how to touch her.

  And there, on her neck, were two small round wounds. In the faint light, they could have been birthmarks or tricks of the light. For a brief and unsettling moment, Jany could imagine how tempting the maid must have been to a creature who fed on human blood. Somewhere behind her was the baroness, watching everything, but Jany was transfixed by the maid. Nothing mattered except this. If love, or at least unrestrained adoration, could cure this woman’s terrible condition, then she could do it. She could.

  Then hunger took over everything. It roared inside Jany like a caged and long-forgotten animal and demanded that she continued. Now.

  Keeping her eyes on the maid’s face to see how she reacted, Jany moved her fingers along the maid’s body, running them along up along her belly until they rested beneath the maid’s small breasts. The maid’s breathing quickened and she half-closed her eyes. Could the baroness be right? Jany thought in wonder. Does the maid really want this? While The maid still squirmed restlessly in the ropes that bound her, everything suggested that her movements were from pleasure.

  Jany let one of her fingertips trace a circle around one of the maid’s nipples. This time, the maid gave up a loud gasp and whispered incoherently. The playful shadows made the maid’s expression look close to a roguish smile. Her teeth were slightly uneven and pearly white, but not sharp.

  That smile added to the maid’s strange aura; the woman was strangely alive, as if brimming with a barely contained fervour. Perhaps it was the early stages of vampirism. It should have worried Jany, but the sight only added to her desire. A thunderclap shook the room, as if the elements themselves could sense Jany’s burning need, but she would not rush. She would savour this moment. Perhaps she would be damned because of this night, but if so, she would face judgement with a wistful grin.

  “Forgive me,” Jany said quietly, then leaned forward and closed her lips around one of the maid’s nipples.

  The maid’s gasp was almost a shout this time. As Jany caressed the woman’s nipple with her tongue and her lips, the maid whimpered and pressed herself up against Jany’s mouth. “Please,” she whispered hoarsely. “Don’t stop.”

  Jany looked up in surprise and looked into the maid’s eyes. More, they said. I want more. I want you. This was heaven. Perhaps a twisted and chilling heaven, but a paradise nevertheless. Please. Don’t stop. No other woman had ever said those words to her. Never had another woman had the chance.

  Trembling with joy, Jany turned back to the maid’s breast. Every nip and kiss was rewarded with a sigh or a moan, making Jany have to fight the urge to move down between the maid’s thighs. Instead, Jany moved up until she was face to face with the maid, who immediately strained in her bonds to kiss her. Pausing, Jany held her face an inch away from the maid’s and revelled in the sensation of feeling their bodies pressed together. Those soft, dark lips could not possibly conceal a monster. They looked only innocent and inviting. Holding that thought firmly in mind, Jany leaned closer, and kissed her.

  It was the first time her lips her touched those of another woman, and aside from unholy diseases and waking nightmares, there was no one to stop her. After a long, passionate kiss that must have lasted many minutes, Jany pulled away from the maid with an effort and lowered her mouth to the maid’s ear.

  “I will set you free,” she whispered. “I will save you. You are safe with me.”

  A strange expression flashed over the maid’s face; part desperation and part glee. Perhaps the disease already held her in its grip. If so, Jany would do what she could to liberate her.

  Resting her elbows on the bed on each side of the woman underneath her, Jany kissed the maid again, first slowly and carefully, then more hungrily. The maid moaned and retuned the kiss so ferociously Jany expected the bonds to break. She tasted of wine; maybe the baroness had given the woman some in order to keep her calm.

  Jany had never experienced anything more exhilarating than the maid’s lips. They sent surges through her body that made it impossible to pull back. Only when the maid gasped and let her head fall back against the mattress could Jany breathe again. Lights swam around her. She was lost on a tide of brutal, irreversible need. And the night had only just begun.

  Unsteadily, Jany raised herself up on her hands and looked down at the maid. The room was hotter; for some reason, the blaze had doubled in size and now filled the entire hearth, basking the room in heat and a forceful reddish glow. The maid’s skin was slick with sweat. She writhed slowly in her fetters and looked pleadingly at Jany.

  Holding the maid’s gaze, Jany pushed hersel
f back so that her lips were level with the maid’s breasts again. The sensation of skin moving against skin sent shivers through her body. Once more turning her attention to one of the maid’s nipples, she kissed her breasts as eagerly as she had kissed the woman’s lips, teasing and playing with her tongue until she could tell that every touch bordered on the painful.

  Jany shifted to one side and put a hand on the maid’s belly. The maid immediately tried to move up so that Jany’s hand would slip farther down her body. Jany smiled to herself; seeing and feeling another woman answer to her every whim was madly pleasing. Her own body was aching with lust.

  She ran a finger down between the maid’s thighs, explored gently until her fingertip found the maid’s most sensitive spot, and then moved her finger in a slow, almost lazy circle. At the same time, she let her tongue circle the maid’s nipple, mimicking the movement of her finger.

  The maid let out a chocked scream and strained in her ropes, then fell back, breathing unevenly. The veins on her neck were visible even in the fire’s stark light. Every muscle in her body was tense. But she had not come; Jany had slowed down and eased the pressure a moment before the maid would have reached that height. It was too soon.

  If there was any truth to what the baroness had learned, Jany suspected that the victim had to find a climax beyond the usual. Nothing less would do. And, she admitted to herself, this is what I want. The maid had to be freed of the disease, but she wanted to hear her scream. She wanted to show the woman a sight she never before had seen. And, buried underneath the avalanche of lust, another intention hid: she wanted to impress the baroness.

  A small part of Jany’s mind still aware of the surrounding world informed her that the baroness had made no sound during this whole time. Glancing over her shoulder, Jany saw the tall woman stand a few metres away, absolutely still and veiled in heavy shadows. Without doubt, she was watching Jany and the maid. Jany should be mortified and cover herself up, but she was too far gone down the whirlpool of ecstasy to care.

  With a final and gentle nip, Jany moved her mouth away from the maid’s breasts, shuffled back and let her tongue trace a path along the maid’s soft belly. The maid’s muttered protests changed into the quick breathing of expectation. Precisely the reaction Jany had hoped for.

  Encouraged, she shifted so that she kneeled between the maid’s outstretched legs. The maid glanced down at Jany and offered a weak grin before leaning back again. Jany smiled back, put her hands on the maid’s thighs to keep her from moving, and kissed the insides of the maid’s trembling thighs.

  The maid first gasped and groaned, then let out a strained shout every time Jany’s mouth brushed against her skin. When the woman’s cries became so severe Jany feared the maid would begin to cry, Jany moved slightly forward, found the maid’s most precious spot with her tongue, and kissed her there, softy but urgently.

  The maid came with a harsh scream so loud that Jany was taken aback. Her body shook as if someone was jerking the ropes that held her, but Jany did not stop. Continuing might be torture, however if the maid was shaped like Jany, she would want more. She would want Jany to keep her on the crest of the wave and make her climax again. Jany pressed her hands down to keep the maid from twisting too much and kept kissing her, running her tongue in long, caressing strokes between the maid’s thighs. While the climax still rocked the maid, she kept her touches light, then let them grow more intense.

  Jany felt attuned with the maid, as if she could tell the woman’s every wish. Do this, slow down, now move harder. Kneeling between the maid’s legs, she devoted herself to bringing the woman to a new and higher peak, the one that would free her. An overwhelming, crushing sense of longing, followed by sudden, inevitable release. That had to be what broke the curse. Sweat ran down Jany’s back; controlling herself was excruciating. Her every nerve was bared naked, screaming for satisfaction, but she had to wait.

  Soon the maid’s breathing became loud and strained again. She flexed and tensed as Jany moved her tongue, gently rocking the maid with a rhythm that echoed the storm’s hard gusts. Tied down, all the woman could do was keen and shake. Jany knew she wanted to reach up for her, but the ropes held her in place.

  The maid’s quick breaths became low growls that sounded almost animalistic. Looking up, Jany saw her eyelids flutter and her hands shake. The maid was losing consciousness. Soon she was pleaded for Jany to let her come, but Jany pulled back every time the maid neared the threshold. A scraping sound made Jany glance up again; the maid was clawing at the wooden sides of the bed in wild frustration. Her skin glistened in the firelight. Jany was close to a climax herself, brought to the edge merely by touching the maid and seeing her complete abandon. Then a tear streaked down the maid’s cheek, and Jany finally increased her pace, no longer holding back. She had been tormenting the woman long enough.

  With a short shriek, the maid racked so hard the bed creaked warningly. She pushed herself towards Jany, who moved her lips and her tongue along with the maid’s tremors, trying to make the climax go on longer. To Jany’s delight, it seemed to work; the maid strained in the ropes for the best part of a minute until she finally fell back, shuddered and then lay still, panting rapidly. Her chest heaved, and her eyes were unfocused.

  Jany rose to her knees and watched the orgasm ebb away from the woman before her. She was almost as breathless as the maid. Her body screamed for its own release. Pearls of sweat fell from her chin and her breasts; the heat in the room was almost unbearable, and she was alight with a fire inside her as well. Resting her hands on the maid’s legs, she bit her lip and hoped the woman was saved. If she was, perhaps Jany could see her again. Maybe they could find a secret place where they could climb these heights again. It was wishful thinking, but at that moment, anything seemed possible.

  Then Jany frowned. What was that strange look on the maid’s face? Moments earlier, she had seemed almost senseless; now she looked fully aware and oddly eager. Did she want more? Or was this the effect of the vampire’s bite? Unsure what to make of the maid’s reaction, Jany frowned and rose to her knees.

  Immediately after accepting the baroness’s request, Jany had tried to prepare herself for anything. There was no knowing what would happen when the spell was broken. Perhaps the maid would convulse uncontrollably, change into a new form or disappear in a puff of smoke. Given the unholy nature of the disease, anything was possible.

  But the maid was not doing anything of that. She was laughing.

  Jany was about to ask the maid if she was feeling well when two strong hands grasped Jany’s arms from behind. Startled, Jany tried to twist around, but she was held in place as firmly as if she had been seized by a statue come to life. The hands were as cool as marble against her skin. She did not have to look around to know they belonged to the baroness.

  A moment later, she felt the baroness’s breasts against her back, and then the baroness pressed her lips to the nape of Jany’s neck. The kiss was followed by a sigh, then a soft laugh.

  Jany stiffened as if struck by lightning. “My lady,” she gasped, shocked find the baroness in the bed. It was flattering and thrilling that the woman had decided to forfeit her pledge of celibacy, but this was a great way to up in exile or worse. “Is this wise?” Jany said hoarsely, ignoring her fuming lust with could not care less for sense or safety. “Your promise – ”

  “Shush,” the baroness snapped. “You have had your turn. This time, you are ours.”

  Her mouth open in shock, Jany watched the maid shake off her ropes as if they never had been tied. When her hands were free, she smiled at Jany and then shuffled down along the mattress until her lips were immediately underneath Jany, who still was standing on her knees.

  Jany stared down along her body at the stunning woman between her legs. She could feel the maid’s breath on the inside of her thighs. Jany was reeling from sheer surprise; the roles had been reversed with astounding haste. It seemed impossible that minutes ago, the maid had been at the mercy of Jany
’s every whim, and now Jany was helpless, held in a vice-like grip by the baroness.

  Then the maid slowly pulled Jany down to her mouth, and Jany’s mind went blank. Had not the baroness held her up, she would have slumped from the bliss.

  She tried to stay afloat on the mounting pleasure and understand what had happened. How had the maid’s ropes come undone? There were no knots or frayed ends that she had seen. That meant that the woman been untied all the time. Possible explanations tried to get her attention, but they were all burnt to cinders by a furious, escalating desire. She was in freefall, plummeting towards an unknown.

  Overpowered by the sensation, Jany rocked back and forth over the maid’s mouth while the baroness pressed her breasts against Jany’s back. The baroness’s skin was cold, while the blaze made the room feel like a baker’s oven, and the contrast added to the avalanche of pleasure. The maid’s kisses shot spikes of joy through her. This was a new level of bliss, far beyond anything she ever had experienced. She tried to speak but her breathing was too strained.

  And the maid was merciless. Just as Jany had refused to let her come, the maid seemed intent on driving Jany insane, and there was nothing Jany could do. Jany wanted to clutch the bed and grind herself against the maid; she needed to come, or she would collapse. Her muscles ached as if they were burning. Any moment now, her heart would give in to the stress and stop.

  There was no use. Freeing her arms was impossible. The baroness’s hold was like the woman herself: determined and immovable. The baroness was not relaxed; Jany could hear the woman’s breathing close to her ear, and she could tell that the baroness was excited. Very excited.

  Knowing that she had that effect on the baroness pushed Jany closer to the climax. Fantasising about this would have been enough to keep her sleepless. Smiling between her gasps, Jany leaned her head back against the baroness’s shoulder and let herself float away, sinking down until she was fully immersed in the moment. There was no turning back. This event had been predestined since she left her room.