Taboo Unchained(66)
“And here I thought you'd never been taught proper hygiene. Bravo, Miss Holiday.” My shirt drops to the floor, followed by shoes and socks, my pants. Audra gives me a look, leaning back on my pillows and spreading her legs wide, unashamed of what's between them.
“How often do you wear underwear, Mr. Carter? Obviously it's not a daily habit for you to slip into a pair of tighty-whities.”
“Hmm.” I let my lips curl into a smirk before kneeling down and retrieving a black box from beneath my bed. “Miss Holiday,” I begin as I open the box and peer at the contents inside. My personal violet wand kit smiles up at me, brand new and entirely unused. I ordered it on a whim before Isadora and I got married, thinking perhaps we could use it together someday. What a silly sentiment that was. As things stand, I'm quite certain Audra Holiday will be more than happy to oblige this particular fetish. “Tell me, what's your favorite flavor of ice cream?”
“Ice cream?” Audra asks, sitting up and crawling down the bed to peer over the edge at my kit. When she sees what I have, her smile turns into a grin. “Well, I can tell you it's definitely not vanilla.” The laughter that slides from my throat soothes even me. Lucas, don't forget that this woman forced you into this meeting. She isn't a client. Not a client. She will never be a client. I ignore the beast, certain that he'll like what I'm about to offer him up anyway. “If I had to choose, I guess I'd say green tea ice cream. It's … exotic without being snobby, if that makes any sense.”
“If at any time tonight either one of us has a problem with what's going on, green tea will act as our safety word.” I remove the violet wand – which actually isn't violet at all, but black – along with the body contact cable. I hook the two pieces together and move over to the side of the bed, plugging the device into the outlet on the back of my mahogany nightstand. “As long as you're certain it's not something you'll shout out by accident?” This time it's Audra turn to laugh.
“Wow, so you do have a sense of humor then?” Her words give me pause, drawing my mind right back around to Roberta Carrell. See, you do have a sense of humor in there somewhere. But if I think of Robbie, I won't be able to even look at Audra Holiday, so I push the image of her smiling face away from my mind and focus on the situation at hand. Robbie is not an option for anything – friend, confidante, business partner. She can't be in my life for a multitude of reasons, so there's no point in entertaining those thoughts. “No, I don't believe I'll be screaming ice cream flavors in the throes of passion, but then, you never know, right?” Audra winks at me, turning around on her knees so that her back is facing me. “Unzip me, please?” she asks with a coy glance over her shoulder, puffing out her lower lip and fluttering her long lashes.
I take the metal zipper in my fingers and slide it slowly, oh so slowly, down her back, savoring the sweet break of the fabric as it slips apart and reveals creamy white flesh beneath.
“Like fresh milk,” I whisper, bending down and pressing my mouth against the nape of Audra's neck. After a brief moment's hesitation, I grate my teeth along her skin and then run my tongue up to her ear, biting hard on her lobe. “Or cream.” I breath against her hair, letting her shiver and quake against me. My fingers trace the open line of the zipper as I bite the upper part of her ear and feel a tightening in my chest at the sound of her moan. “Or even … vanilla ice cream.” I chuckle and Audra shivers. “Good enough to eat.”
“Oh, please do,” Audra whispers back, letting her head fall back and giving me access to her throat. I start with gentle kisses, increasing the pressure and tension until her fingers curl into the bedspread. When I bite down, it isn't gentle, and Audra jerks back, collapsing to her side on the bed like she's been paralyzed. “Don't leave me without an orgasm this time, Lucas. I am warning you right now. I will green tea the fuck out of that.” I grin, the expression a shade different from my usual … less angry, more controlled. Interesting. Perhaps I really wasn't as collected and well-mannered as I'd thought? I strip Audra of her golden dress and find a strapless bra underneath.
“By the time I'm finished with you, your worry won't be orgasming. It will be how to stop orgasming.”
“Oh, please,” she snorts, but she doesn't stop me from undoing her bra and finding her nipples with my mouth. I use my teeth on these, too, drawing the pink flesh into hardened points that I tease mercilessly, ignoring Audra's lower half and keeping her hands away from my crotch. “Asshole,” she murmurs as I pull away and retrieve the violent wand. The name comes not from the color but from the glass attachments that can be fitted into the end. The gas inside makes them glow with a purple color that's almost otherworldly. But that's not what we're using right now. I have other plans in mind.