The Unknown Mistress - An Erotica and Romance Paranormal/Historical Novella (10 page)

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 herself 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.