Strictly Prohibited Ch. 03

Ness stared at Effie with complete disbelief as she continued to sob in front of him. So he had gotten her all wrong. Completely wrong. This woman before him was most likely an innocent law-abiding citizen who had no involvement in the speakeasies. Hell, she was most likely insanely deluded.

"I know you think I am mad," Effie smiled through her tears speaking his thoughts, "but this Wolf did write to me personally, so that has got to mean something."

Effie's eyes had the most spectacular flecks of green starting to break through their light brown hue as she cried. Her flushed cheeks and delicate pink nose contrasted beautifully against the deep brown of her unfashionably long hair that hung past her shoulders and framed her sweetheart face. Her front teeth bit down cautiously on her full and swollen bottom lip in an effort to stop herself from any further sobbing.

Mad or not, she was still one of the most beautiful creatures Ness had ever seen. And her innocence, child-like naivety and hope at the whole scenario only made her that much more appealing to the agent. If anything, he envied her ability to dream up such a fantastical scenario in the tragedy of her circumstances.

"You don't think it's James, do you?" Effie laughed to herself hopelessly.

"Here," Ness said, picking up the vial next to the bed, "Why don't you drink this and have a sleep?"

Effie down the contents in one go and then put her hand onto Ness' as he was about to get up, "I would feel a lot safer if you stayed. I know it's not my place to ask, but if the Wolf isn't James and he is after me then I don't want to be alone tonight."

"I promise he won't get in again..."

"But you can't know that unless you are here," Effie looked up at him with the most vulnerable and undeniable of expressions.

Ness sighed and sat at the end of the bed as Effie laid down on her side and prepared to sleep, the drowsy expression on her face either the product of the potent drug or a trying day.

"You surely are not going to sleep upright," Effie yawned as she tried to make herself comfortable on the straw.

"Not much other choice," Ness replied before he realised what he had just done.

"You could always fit next to me."

And just when Ness thought the worst of the danger was over. Effie lifted up the sheet suggestively, inviting him to come and squeeze in behind her. When he didn't make a move she sighed.

"Ness, we're partners now. Professionals. The morals of society won't go to shit because you decide to have a good nights sleep. All I'm asking is that you lie down next to me – that is all."

Ness knew he was stuck. If he left now Effie would lose his trust in him and there was still so much more that he wanted to know. On the other hand if he got into bed with her he had no idea how he could just 'lie there' against her magnificent form.

Taking his chances, Ness silently stretched himself out on the straw mattress next to her and pulled the linen as far as it would go over him. After a few tense moments he let himself relax, realising that Effie was steadily falling asleep and truly didn't intend anything more.

"Oh and Ness?" Effie added groggily.

"Yeah?"

"Marie is apparently the Wolf's lover."

"And you just decide to tell me this now," Ness smiled into the dark.

"Mhhm," Effie smiled also, reflexively snuggling herself back into Ness.

Ness could feel himself getting hard at the movement of Effie's well-formed ass against his sensitive member. Their contact reminded him all too well that Effie was still in her undergarments from the previous night.

"Effie, did you want me to find you a change of clothes?" Ness asked to no avail, "Effie?"

For Effie was already soundly asleep under the effects of the sedative. Ness gently traced his fingertips from the curve of Effie's shoulder down the length of her arm in what he told himself was an attempt to test if she was really sleeping. Her skin felt soft and cool to the touch and as it did not appear to disturb her, he continued to aimlessly run his fingers up and down just enjoying the sensation.

On the fifth or sixth trail of her arm, Ness began to trace the outline of each of her fingers as he let himself become mesmerised by her form. Her skin was pale but yet had an olive tone to it, as if she had some Mediterranean ancestry. Her figure was also exotic as her slim waist fanned out into a set of shapely hips. The Doctor was wrong; she was even more exquisite then Alice had been.

Just as the thoughts of his old lover threatened to interrupt his reverie, Effie's sleeping form caught a hold of his hand as he ran his fingers over her palm. Startled by her sudden movement, Ness remained very still in the hopes that she would relinquish his digits and go on peacefully sleeping.

Effie did nothing of the sort. In her sleeping state she clutched onto Ness' hand and pulled his arm over her with strength he did not know she had. Now Ness' arm was resting on hers and his hand had landed over her ample breasts that were spilling out of their holdings.

The brush of her bare cleavage did nothing to help Ness' growing situation. It also did not help that he had been wondering how her breasts would feel ever since he had seen one of Marie's blonde whores fondle and attend to them the night before. He pictured how her nipples had hardened under the blonde's touch and how he could make them respond if he was the one sucking on them.

Caught up in his lust, Ness let himself cup one of her breasts. He gently pressed his cock closer against her behind, unable to help his need to give himself some relief at the memory of her wanton display. Slowly he moved to ever-so-slightly grind his cock alongside her asscheeks as he cupped her breast a little harder. He continued with these slow movements, cautiously brushing his cock up against her when he could and fondling her breasts as inconspicuously as possible in the circumstances. These small indulgences did nothing to satiate his desire though, his dick only rising to full mast at the feel of her against him.

Ness realised that Effie was not waking up and he convinced himself that his painful need for caution was unwarranted. He had gone this far now, what would a little further hurt? He began to hump against her more urgently now as his hands began to actively grope and feel up her tits. Her body was an aphrodisiac that kept inciting his hunger for her with every thrilling touch between them.

He reached down into his breeches hurriedly to release his aching dick. He only intended to feel her more intensely as he continued to use his hold on her breasts to pull her closer to him. He couldn't help but give his cock a few strokes as he pulled it out and he realised that he was way more excited than he thought he could be by just by merely brushing up against a girl.

He kept one hand on his cock, now pumping it hard up against her ass as his other hand grabbed and massaged her glorious tits. He could feel his breathing getting laboured but he was too caught up in his desires to really analyse the situation.

Until she moaned.

In her sleep Effie had bucked her hips back towards his engorged cock and had let out the most delightful of sexual whimpers. The sound had both threatened to push him over the edge yet snapped him back to reality at once.

The reality that Effie was one of the most delectable creatures he had ever come across. How he was most certainly and undeniably aroused by her to the point where he could not control himself. How his loss of control was so great that it brought out his most primal instincts, and along with it barbaric actions equal to that of Malcolm pulling up Effie's skirts.

His throbbing cock protested as his moved it back into his breeches and rolled onto his back. With an exasperating sigh, he reminded himself that he was better than those other men. He had to be.

But no matter how long he stared at the ceiling for, he could not quell his raging lust. Effie was sound asleep next to him with no indication that her disposition would change anytime soon. After what seemed like hours of frustration from lack of relief, Ness made the executive decision that he would not be missed if he left Effie for a short while to take care of some business.

Carefully he removed himself from the mattress and took one look back at Effie's sleeping form in the moonlight. The sheet had dropped around her waist and both her breasts hung free after their dance with his hands. It was all the image he needed to finish himself off.

***

Ness finished wiping the last off his seed off his stomach with his spare handkerchief in his office, making a mental note to wash it before next use. On the top of his to-do-list though was to find a way to continue to work with Effie without needing to whack every few hours.Clothing her would probably helphe thought to himself amusedly.

He walked back to her holdings surprisingly cheery though at the discovery that she was really innocent in this whole affair. He did enjoy their time together at the speakeasy, however brief, and he was starting to see he could really get used to having a doll around the office (if only his testosterone levels would oblige!)

His good cheer soon left him though as he heard a crunch underfoot upon entering the room where Effie lay. In the dark he bent down to the ground to feel a folded piece of paper. He quickly patted down his pocket thinking that he surely could not have dropped the Wolf's invitation from before, being the important piece of evidence that it was. And he was right not to doubt his meticulousness as the letter lay snug in its assigned resting place.

Quickly grasping up this new piece of paper then he rushed into his office and felt through his draws until he found the light for his gas lamp. His hands quivered with anticipation as it fired up and the glow of the device began to reveal what came to be a standard piece of newspaper.

Ness let out the breath he didn't realise he was holding and almost laughed with relief. Of course it was just a scrap of the daily news. Litter of such always poured in from the streets.

He was about to dismiss his on edge behaviour to the strangeness of recent events, preparing to toss the newspaper aside, when he nonchalantly read the headline on the dated document.

THE WOLF IS WATCHING YOU

His initial unnerved reaction returned to him. He hurriedly unfolded the black and white to scan over the contents of the article. It was a completely unrelated piece but the uncanny nature of it all left Ness feeling like this wasn't a coincidence.

He quickly stuffed the article into his drawer and rushed to return to Effie. He would not leave for the rest of the night.

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