Page 33 of Broken Discipline
“Mrs. Becca,” I said, calling the nanny over. She dashed back to the kitchen.
“Yes, Mr. Carter?” she asked.
“You can finish up the brownies, can’t you?” I asked.
“Finn, I—” Ramona started, but I put a finger over my lips, silencing her. Chills erupted on her exposed neck, knowing that I wasn’t going to let her tell me ‘no.’
I wanted hernow.
“Of course, Mr. Carter!” the nanny exclaimed. “We’ll be fine. You two enjoy yourselves.”
“We will,” I said. Ramona blushed, and I put a hand on her lower back, guiding her toward the door.
“Where are Mama and Daddy going?” Larkin asked.
“Mrs. Becca, have you ever had brownies before?” Leon asked.
The front door shut behind us, the ambience of domestic life fading with it. Outside, the grass was neon green underneath the bright sun. Ramona’s eyes fell to her feet, and her shoulders twitched as she noticed my boots. As her gaze found the dark spots of an unknown liquid dirtying the leather, she shuddered deeply. She knew better than to ask what it was now.
Outside of the main building where we lived, there were two other cement structures off of the house. We had the Carter Care Facility at the far end of Fairview, but I preferred to have access to certain items here as well. One of the other buildings was a storeroom, holding all the hypodermic needles, injection fluids, guns, and knives my guards might need. I guided Ramona past that one, to the second building, where I kept something else.
Inside, the lights flickered on, the ceiling stretching up. Blue plastic barrels, ten feet tall, lined each side of the room. The faint stench of chemicals mixed with the dry cement drifted in the air. There were no windows in this building, because there was no need. This building was for the bodies.
I took Ramona’s hand, so small in mine, then guided her to the back corner of the room. Our feet clicked on the cement, like a clock ticking each second that went by.
“What is this place?” Ramona asked.
I didn’t answer. The back right acid vat was sealed, already melting Lennon’s body, but for fun, I grabbed a gas mask, tossing one to Ramona too, and climbed up the ladder. Our breaths wheezed through the filters. I removed the lid, then gazed down at the clear liquid. Lennon’s headless body had burned down into a black, molten scrap, like a burned tree. A heady rush of power filled me. Ramona’s arms were crossed over her chest, worry and curiosity mixed in her expression, the mask’s plastic shield protecting her amber eyes.
I might have fucked up by letting Ramona get away, but with each death, I was fixing my mistakes.
I sealed the container again, then jumped off of the ladder. If I had shown Ramona the body, it might have given her some peace of mind,butit also might have scared her. I didn’t want to risk that. She had seen enough horrors lately; once all of them were dead, simply telling her about it would be enough.
After we removed our gas masks, I grabbed a fold-up chair from the side of the room and opened it, facing it toward that acid vat. I sat down, spreading my legs, my cock already stretching a tent in my pants.
“Come here,” I said, my voice gravelly. A breath expanded in her chest, her eyelashes fluttering. I motioned with two fingers, and she stepped forward cautiously. Once she was standing between my legs, I reached up, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her down to me. My tongue circled her mouth, massaging her flesh, knowing that Lennon’s death wasn’t enough, and it never would be enough until they were all dead.
But for now, I could lose myself in her.
She moaned, melting to my touch, and straddled me. My fingertips snuck underneath her blouse, grazing her soft stomach, playing with those small breasts. When I pinched her nipples, her cry was carnal, filling me with primal desire.
I needed her mouth on me. Right. Fucking. Now.
I fisted her hair, pushing her down to her knees. The hungry little slut started unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. My cock sprang out of my boxer briefs, and her eyes widened as she came face to face with it. A vein twisted up the side, like a leash reeling in a beast, and she licked her lips before widening her mouth as much as she could, taking in the head. Her warmth enveloped me, soothing me. I relaxed into the chair, letting her take me. That blue vat glowed in front of me. Knowing that there was a body melting inside of it gave me pleasure. Soon, Lennon would be nothing but a few scraps of human flesh.
The tip of my dick hit the back of her mouth, the entire head stimulated, twitching until she gagged. Ramona looked up, keeping her mouth on my dick, her brown eyes so damn pure that it made my cock grow fuller. She was everything I wanted, everything I needed in this world, and it felt so damn good to have her like that. On her knees. In front of me. Sucking my dick like I was a king.
But Ramona? She was the one who controlled me.
Desire surged through me and I laced both hands through her hair, using the dark brown strands as a guide as I forced her deeper over my cock. Her throat tightened over my dick as she gagged. I groaned.
“Breathe through your nose,” I instructed. “You can take more of me, can’t you, baby?”
She braced herself, but I pushed her down more, and more, until her nose was at the base of my dick, touching my stomach. Each breath whistled through her nostrils, and every few seconds, her gag reflex cut through, squeezing around my length.
“Breathe,” I commanded. She had just enough space between her nose and my skin to get air. So I kept her on that edge, where my dick hurt her throat and she had to concentrate on breathing, such a basic principle. It filled me with desire, knowing she was enduring it for me.
“Good girl,” I growled. “Making my dick so fucking hard.”
