Page 37 of No, For An Answer
“Oh, come on. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Mr Chambers,” I interrupt, I don’t want to give him a chance to steer away from the conversation. I stand up, curve my fingers around the hem of my velvet dress and pull it up and over my head. Standing in front of him in nothing but a matching set of pink underwear. His eyes widen as he looks me over, taking in every single inch of my body.
“Beautiful,” he breathes out. The tip of his tongue darting over his lips, swiping left to right and coating them with thick saliva. I’m going to definitely need to be fucked after this. This man is gross. “Come here,” he curves his finger and I walk towards him. “Take off your bra,” he breathes, his erection growing.
But not that much. I reach behind my back, unclasping the hooks of the bra and let it drop to the floor, displaying my breasts for him. My nipples peaking instantly from the warmth in the room. Kneeling between his legs, I run my hands up his thighs and grip the buckle of his belt.
“I was thinking, I should thank you for helping me tonight.” I unbuckle the belt. “It can be our little secret?”
He huffs out a laugh, tossing back the rest of the whiskey in his glass. Dropping his head back onto the seat. “Make it good, Ashley,” he sighs. “Choke on it for me.”
I’m going to need to scrub my body later.
“Keep your eyes closed for me,” I purr. “Let me take care of you.”
He shuffles in his seat as I pull the zip of his trousers down to reveal his tighty-whities. Wrapping my hand around his tiny little dick I grimace. That’s it, it’s official, I’m cutting this fucking hand off later, his groans fill the room as I begin to slide my hand up and down his shaft. He simply sits there, mouth open and a grin displayed for the world to see.
This man couldn’t be happier about the aspect of a nineteen-year-old girl deepthroating his mummified penis. I might befucking a man who is thirty-eight, but at least he looks like a Greek god. At least he fucks me in such a depraved way that I beg for more. Shit, I’ve even been fucked by the local serial killer and eventhisis worse thanthat.
Reaching around the back of my knickers, I wrap my fingers around the syringe, keeping my eyes on him, but he’s far too busy enjoying this to notice. I bite the cap off the end and gently,very gently,pierce the skin, squeezing the contents inside him. Pulling away, I lean back on my knees and stand up. Snatching my bra from the floor, I put it back on and make my way back over to the sofa. Lifting my previously discarded dress from the arm of the chair, I slide it back on.
“What are you doing?!” Joseph demands. “Get back here and suck me off!”
Well that kicked in quicker than I thought.
“Jesus, you could be a little more polite about it considering you’re about to have a fucking heart attack.” I turn around, sitting back on the couch in front of him and smiling. “You have enough Temazepam in your system to put out a horse and enough Fentanyl to kill one,” I sigh, leaning back.
“What are you,” He shakes his head, trying to clear the buzz, “talking about?”
“I drugged you,” I grin.
Joseph begins to laugh. “I like role playing,” he holds up his hands, laughing. “I’m so scared.”
“You should be.” I check my watch and smile. “It will start to kick in soon. I’d say,” I look at him, “in about thirty seconds.” Tucking my hair behind my ears, I stare at him. Waiting for it all to kick in. “Joseph, you already look like you’re going to pass out from lack of sleep alone. I clearly didn’t give you enough because you should’ve been unconscious way before now.”
“This is some kind of joke, right?” His brows furrow as he stares into my eyes. Waiting for my laughter, I guess. But this is no laughing matter. This is really happening.
“I don’t joke. Cross my heart it’s real.” Taking the proof from my purse, I lean in and show him. “See.” His eyes flick to the syringe and then back to meet mine. His facial expressions aren’t quite there yet but his eyes… It’s all in the eyes. “I know you believe me now. Your eyes give you away.”
“Why?” A simple word, with so many answers.
“That word holds so much weight, but I’ll start simple for you. That way you can understand everything up until the point your heart gives out.”
He blinks rapidly and shakes his head. “What the fu-” The sound of him coughing and clearing his throat makes me smile even wider. So wide my cheeks begin to burn.
I didn’t expect to enjoy this as much as I do. Number two on my list. I never would’ve put myself down for a murderer though. I guess I just didn’t have a reason until now.
“You remember Maisy Lee.” He looks at me instantly, his face draining of colour as the realisation hits him.
“You’re…”
“We’re not talking about me, Joseph; we’re talking about her now. So, keep up will you. She sadly ended her life last year. Why?” The look on his face proves that what I’m doing to him, is worth it. There’s nothing. No realisation for him. He truly believes that what he did to her was normal.
“Do you even remember whatyoudid to her?”
“I didn’t do anything to her!” He snarls.
“Come on, I think we’re past the point of lying now, aren’t we?”
“Excuse me?”
