Taboo Unchained(39)

I move around the end of the bed, towards Audra and that irresistible pull she has over me, the one that I don't understand but that I intend to fuck away right here and now. She backs away from me as I come closer but not out of fear. Instead she pauses next to a lit candle, one that I assume Mrs. Braxton put out for 'romantic effect'. No matter how many times I tell her that romance is not part of our arrangement, she persists. I stop just inches from Audra, watching as she lifts the candle in question, and shrug. Like I said before, I don't care what she does to Clarice.

“Mrs. Braxton, if you need us to stop for any reason whatsoever, please drop Audra's dress to the floor. As long as you're still holding onto it, I'll assume you're enjoying the morning's activities.” I give a subtle nod to Audra and she plucks the white pillar candle from the nightstand, climbing onto the bed and hitching her new dress up with her free hand. When her creamy ass flashes into my view, I feel myself swallow a painful lump and a growl. A growl. A fucking growl. I shake my head to clear it because there is no way in the icy depths of hell that I would make noise in front of Mrs. Braxton, and move closer, letting my knees bump into the scarlet red of the comforter while my eyes take in the scene before me. This is new territory that I'm treading here. I've allowed significant others to watch in the past, but that's all they've been able to do. Not once have I ever had another participant in one of my sessions, especially not someone who, at this moment, is not a client but another … instructor.

I take a sudden step back as Audra straddles Clarice's waist and leans over to whisper something in her ear. Mrs. Braxton's blue eyes get wide, but she makes no attempt to drop the dress clutched tight in her hand. Audra sits up, a prize in black and white, the silk of the dress draping her slender thighs and highlighting the contrast of her pale flesh against Clarice's falsely tanned skin. I bite my tongue to keep still and watch the show.

Audra tips the candle just so, letting a single drop of wax fall expertly to Clarice's right breast, scalding her nipple with an audible groan bursting through the gag. Clarice's back arches, but she doesn't stop the game, her eyelids fluttering with that delicate edge between pleasure and pain.

“One might think you'd done this sort of thing before,” I echo, copying Audra's words from earlier. I cross my arms over my chest and make no move to hide the stiffness of my cock. Miss Holiday dribbles another bit of wax across Clarice's chest before glancing over at me, red ruby strands of hair dripping over her face. I like how dark it is when it's wet, like blood, spilling down her scalp and over her shoulders. The bed creaks as she shifts her weight to stare at me.

“I don't think we're the only ones, Lucas,” she says, reading far too deep into me for my own comfort. Audra looks back at Clarice, peeling away the gag from her mouth before I can stop the motion. “Isn't that right, Clarice?” Audra asks, staring down into the woman's wide eyes with slightly pinched brows and a pair of twitching lips. Audra Holiday is catching onto me and my secrets after one day? Dear God, if I believed in you I'd be praying right now.

“Isn't what right?” Clarice sputters, sounding dumbfounded. Careful, Mrs. Braxton, your intellect is showing. “What are you talking about?” She casts her watery blue eyes over to me, but I refuse to give in, letting Audra take the reigns. I figure if she's getting paid, she may as well do half the work.

Audra strikes out with a quick hand, like a snake going in for a bite, and snatches Clarice's chin in her hand, turning the woman's face back towards her. I watch as Miss Holiday sits up straight and drizzles a large puddle of wax onto Clarice's fake breasts. The screams that tear through the room echo against the hideous wallpaper and delve straight into my soul, feeding the beast, making him drool. My demons begin to howl so loud, I can barely keep up with the conversation.

“Killed,” Audra says, the word loud, even with the roaring of my inner darkness.

“Audra,” I warn, begging her not to give anything away. If she does, we'll be slaves to Mrs. Braxton for life. Well, I'll be her slave anyway. I'm not sure yet if she likes Audra or not. Her face says no, a scowl spreading over her thin lips, but her body says fuck yes. Clarice's nipples are hard under the thin layer of wax and the area between her thighs is glossy with juice. She wants this.

“You've killed before, haven't you?” Audra asks, and Clarice goes perfectly still, silent as the night. The trashing stops, the screaming. Even another dose of wax fails to get a reaction out of her. Alarm bells go off in my head as my demons recognize their kin in the dull blue eyes of a client I thought was cured.