I toss the wand onto the bed and grab a pair of underwear from my dresser, black briefs that Audra Holiday's eyes follow like they're possessed. I slide them on and snap the waistband into place, well aware of the effect the motion is having on my guest. I can't help the smirk that glides into place atop my lips.
“Dear God,” Audra Holiday says, her arms crossed over her chest, her legs bent just so, enough that I can't see anything naughty in her stance. She looks like a fiery haired Goddess, but I'll be damned if I speak those words aloud. “You are so full of yourself, it's infectious. I almost want to believe you're as hot as you think you are.”
“Such bravado,” I say as I grab the end of the body contact cable and tuck it inside the waistband on my underwear. When I step on the foot switch, a small black pedal as innocuous as those found on the cords of sewing machines, a buzzing sound emanates from the cable. “How … electric,” I whisper as I crawl onto the bed and hover my fingers over Audra's belly.
Neon purple flickers dance from my fingertips to Audra's skin, arching her back and drowning the room in a pleasured sigh.
“How … original,” Audra gasps as I draw my hand back and move my fingers to the soft skin of her inner thighs. She opens for me like a flower, spreading herself wide and relaxing completely into the cushion of my bed. Trust. There's trust here even though I'm not sure why. The call and answer of our demons? The shared experience of darkness? But it doesn't matter. A good bottom always trusts their top. Otherwise, what's the point? I decide not to question my good fortune and dive right in.
“If you still have the energy to be sarcastic, then I'm not doing my job.” Without waiting for a response, I splay my hands open on either of Audra's thighs, letting the sparks of electricity slide into her body and curl up her spine. My mouth drops to the patch of red curls, Audra's deliciously wet little sweet spot. If you've never tried oral sex with a violet wand, well then, you're just not living.
I stretch my tongue out, letting the electricity flicker across Audra's cunt.
“Lucas!” The scream breaks into the room, driving my beast into a frenzy. Purple sparks arc from my mouth and onto Audra's body, teasing her clit into a stiffened point. Her fingers dig into the bed, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling with an expression mirroring religious fervor. Only this is better. This, this is real. I draw back from Audra with another smirk, enjoying the fear that flickers across her eyes as I hit the foot switch and shut off the electricity. Fear implies there's something left to lose. This moment, these sensations, they're worth that fear. I drop my hand to my cock and stroke gently along the length, enjoying Audra's expression. “Lucas,” she repeats again, her voice much lower, much darker this time.
“Yes, Miss Holiday?” I ask, slipping the body contact cable from my waistband. I feel … different today than I have in a long time. Right now, it's not my client's wishes that are controlling me. In fact, right now, nobody is controlling me. Audra and I are choosing our own destiny. I'd forgotten how heady it was to be in charge, actually in charge, of my own sexual desires. My monsters kick and scream and flail, but they don't try to take over, not this time. In satisfying my own desperate hunger for the taboo, I'm satisfying them as well.
“What are you up to over there?” I grab a wooden chest and slide it across the wood floor near the end of the bed. Inside this box, buried beneath the most ordinary cotton sheets, is a treasure trove of odds and ends, tools of the taboo I've never used on another human being. Inside this box, these toys, they're mine. I toss the sheets to the floor in a messy heap that spikes my OCD, but can't manage to break through the trance I've been lured into.
“Forgive me, Miss Holiday, but it's been awhile since I've been able to select the instruments of my own demise.”
“You meant the instruments of my torture?” Audra asks, sliding off the bed and onto the floor. She crawls over to my stereo and rubs her thumb across the screen on my MP3 player. After just a few seconds of searching, she settles on Down with the Sickness by Disturbed. Ah, one of my longtime favorites.
“Excellent choice, Miss Holiday.”
“I thought I told you to call me Audra,” she says, slinking up behind me and wrapping her sweaty, naked body against mine. Instead of reacting with disgust, as I usually do, the primal feel and smell of her turns me on, creating a rather painful conundrum inside my briefs. “If you don't start doing it now, I might have to go all green tea on your ass.” Audra's tongue slides up the side of my neck at the same time her hands drift down my stomach, fingers tracing across the ab muscles I work so hard for. When she dips inside my waistband and finds my cock, I don't protest.