Taboo Unchained(35)
“You want me to touch her?” she asks, and I can hear the repulsion in her voice. My angry mouth curls up into a smirk, the smooth wood of the shovel gripped tight in my hands as I try my best not to laugh again. It wouldn't be a nice one this time, just a cynical burst of malign glee.
“You're the one that wanted to get paid,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the swish and crush of the dirt. “So get up there and earn it. What's the matter? You don't like girls?”
“More like, I don't care for fake tans and faker tits.” Audra pauses. “I'm not a whore.”
“Neither am I.”
“Fine. How much does she usually pay?” When I tell Audra the ridiculously inflated price I charge Mrs. Braxton, her eyebrows rise up in surprise.
“You can slap her around, call her names, burn hot candle wax onto her body. I don't care. Her safety word is 'cherubic'.” I try my best not to roll my eyes. I always let my clients pick their own safety words, even if I disapprove of them. There has to be some way to reign the beast in when he's gone wild. If I haven't heard that word, I don't have to worry if I've gone too far. There is no such thing as going too far if my clients don't say the word. It has to belong to them. “Just get up there and keep her from finding out we've buried your murder victim in her backyard.”
With Mark's body laid to rest, I hike the gravel pathway back to the house, my hands twitching with the barely suppressed desire to leap into one of the Braxton's many showers. I have work to do here. I need to get it done and leave, go home and recoup my strength, my self-control. I need to figure out what exactly I'm going to be doing with Audra Holiday, with Mrs. Braxton. With Robbie fucking Carrell. I push the girl from my mind as I climb the stairs, pleased to see that the gilded mirror in the foyer is still broken from my last visit.
I hear the moans before I even enter the room.
The hideous gilded door swings inward easily as I step onto the tiled floors of Mrs. Braxton's favorite bedroom, my eyes immediately drawn to the four poster bed that sits on the opposite wall. Clarice is lying on her back, hands and feet cuffed to the posts of the bed so that she's lying spread-eagled, her ripe pussy swollen and plump between her thighs. It's her moans that I was hearing, desperate and dangerously close to screams.
“Lucas!” she shouts, struggling to sit up enough to look at me. Unfortunately for her, the restraints don't allow much movement. I glance around the room and can't find Audra Holiday anywhere. My mouth twitches. “Fuck me, please! I'll say whatever dirty things you want! Screw me. Bang me. I don't care. I need it so bad, so damn bad.” I ignore her pleas and unbutton the cuffs of my shirt, moving over to the side of the bed. When I get further into the room, the sound of running water piques my interest, calling to the meticulous side of me, the one part of my personality that's strong enough to fight the demon, even in fervor. Clean. I want so bad to be fucking clean. I have Audra's saliva on my dick, her juices on my balls, dirt on my hands. I feel like a vagrant, wandering desperate through the streets.
“Is Audra showering?” I ask Clarice, and I pray for her sake that she answers. Now that Mark is buried, and I feel satisfied that I'm not going to end up in prison for Audra's mistake, I'm decidedly less generous. I know I should fuck Clarice, give her a good enough show that she'll never even question why we were out in the middle of her property, but I could change my mind. I'm this close to it already.
“She tied me up,” Clarice whimpers pathetically. I stare down at her prone form, unsympathetic to her whimpering and carrying on. “She teased me, Lucas. I don't like to be teased.”
“Huh.” I scoff and flick a finger against Mrs. Braxton's taut pink nipple. “You know I don't like liars, Clarice.” I snatch a handful of her pretty blonde hair in my hand and lean close enough that our lips could touch if I wanted them to. Clarice specifically requests kissing during our sessions, but I'm not feeling particularly generous this evening, especially not after her blatant refusal to follow my instructions. “You love being teased, you bleach blonde piece of shit.” I shake her and enjoy the way her toes curl and her back arches, guiding her pelvis towards me with desperation. Too bad. “Oh, what's this? Is the little liar hungry for some cock?” I release Clarice to a frantic choir of screaming, most of it consisting of dear God, yes and continue on towards the bathroom, letting her voice blend into the background. My hand touches the doorknob, gently, reverently. Already my mind is rousing up images of Audra Holiday naked, the water sluicing between her full lips, gliding over her perfect ass, teasing the curls between her thighs.