ALL CHARTERS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS WORK OF FICTION ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER.
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Mrs. Bateman gingerly lead Lua by hand down the long corridor to an uncharted part of the mansion.
The expanse of the hall was extraordinarily quiet which meant majority of the house workers had gone home to spend time with their families for the three day weekend.
The corridor was slightly dark and Lua wondered briefly about why that particular side of the house was kept so chilly while the other side was like an incubator.
Holding Mrs. Bateman's hand didn't seem to justify the situation as she didn't seem to be admitting any sort of heat.
It was almost like gripping a bunch of ice cubes.
Lua continuously shivered.
Mrs. Bateman seemed to have sensed the girl's plight as she began running her thumb across Lua's knuckles very gently.
Once the massive double doors to the suite appeared Lua's breathing began to heighten.
Panic was at the forefront again and she stopped just mere feet from the entrance.
Mrs. Bateman turned still holding her victim's hand in her own.
"Calm down, Lua."
She whispered while lifting the young girl's hand to her plump lips and gently planting kisses up her bare arm.
"I'm not going to force myself on top of you as soon as you step inside my room."
The mistress explained leaning into the girl's ear.
Lua's gaze casted towards the closed wooden doors.
The light was on in the room, it shone atop and through the bottom cracks of the frame.
Mrs. Bateman caught her charge's gaze, smiling she bent down and carefully placed a kiss on Lua's forehead.
Then The Mistress stepped forward pulling the door handle and letting one of the doors creak slowly open.
She stepped aside allowing Lua a close up view into the entrance of the master suite.
Her eyes followed a long carpeted corridor leading down a short staircase to the bedroom.
Dimmed lights lined the wall papered walls and the sweet aroma of cinnamon and firewood crept into the cool air of the corridor.
Lua might have felt lucky under different circumstances to be in the most restricted part of the estate.
None of the housemaids that she knew had ever been to the north side of the mansion.
Murmurs of rituals and occult magic were few of the many rumors that floated around from ear to ear amongst the house staff.
Lua on several occasions had laughed off the seemingly ridiculous whispers.
It was a bit ironic to Lua that now she stood in that restricted area with the Woman that all those rumors were about.
In that moment a sliver of her began to believe those rumors.
Mrs. Bateman's face was soft in the dim glow of the hallway, her long dark hair falling in waves down her back.
Her mouth was parted slightly and her tongue darted out to wet her pink lips.
The woman was beyond immaculate.
Lua had never been close enough to notice before but she looked almost angelic.
Silence erupted between the two.
Mrs. Bateman's breathing, Calm and collected.
Lua's, Panicked and erratic.
Abruptly, Mrs. Bateman stepped back placing her thumb and pointer finger to Lua's chin.
"Look at me."
She said softly, capturing the girl's gaze.
"I love it when you stare up at me with those big beautiful eyes."
Lua smiled nervously.
"I can't wait to have you so sweetly staring up at me as I dig into you for the first time."
Lua eyes drew wider and she held Mrs. Bateman's gaze for as long as she could muster then casted her attention back into the room awaiting her.