The Golden Locket (Unbreakable Trilogy, Book 2) by Primula Bond Page B

I’m sure that’s what he’s requested, no matter how vehemently he denies having anything to do with this commission. Rule number three. Never disobey or displease the client. Especially a very rich, well-connected client whose home you are in.
    Mrs Weinmeyer casually unclips her husband from the handcuffs and unties the scarf from around his head. His eyes are closed as he lies quietly beneath her. He looks asleep. She pats the bed. I can’t refuse. I take a slug of the red liquid from the Venetian goblet and it is such a rich, herbal wine punch that it goes straight to my head and I topple slightly onto the deep cushions, falling onto my side.
    Mr Weinmeyer grunts and rolls away, leaving Mrs Weinmeyer lying where he was. Letting me fall on top of her.
    Before I can right myself Mrs Weinmeyer has pulled me closer to her, and now we’re lying side by side like a couple of girlfriends at a sleepover. She takes the camera and scrolls through the images on the screen.
    ‘These are great, honey. I could come all over again, just looking at them.’ She hands the camera back to me and I take a look. Clicking through them rapidly makes them into a stream of moving images and yes, it’s very sexy to see the two of them, so white against the red bedding, rapidly humping.
    ‘Oh, you spilled some punch on your cool top.’ Mrs Weinmeyer takes the camera off me, slips my T-shirt over my shoulders and while she’s at it unclips my bra too, and throws both items across the room. I’m dizzy with the drink and the heat, and before I can move or cover myself she is pulling me down, brushing my bare breasts across her closed eyelids.
    ‘Mrs Weinmeyer, what are you – what do you want me to—?’
    ‘Just relax, sugar. Just playing with you a little. Indulge us. Indulge yourself. You’re so gorgeous, don’t you know it? Gustav knows it, that’s for dang sure. The reputation he has. No one really knows him, but everyone wants to. I’m guessing he’s a wild one, isn’t he? What will he say, I wonder, when you tell him all about this job? Because you must tell him, sugar. Never have secrets. Mr Weinmeyer and I have no secrets. This was his fantasy, two girls, and now it’s mine. So we are always looking for lovely young women to join us.’ She smiles, seeing how her voice is hypnotising me. ‘Ever done this before? Ever been
paid
for it?’
    ‘No, not for this. You’re not paying me for sex. You’re paying me for my work!’
    ‘Absolutely, and marvellous work it is, too, darling. We’ll want all the shots. They’re fantastic. But right now? We want your cute little ass.’
    I’m losing my willpower. I’m so warm and dozy. I wonder if Gustav knows exactly how far the Weinmeyers are trying to take me? I try to twist round to see what Mr Weinmeyer is doing, but Mrs Weinmeyer’s hands are on my back and she’s pulling me down, her lips nibbling the round flesh of my breasts with the merest touch of a butterfly, tickling with her fingertips, her eyelashes, even her hair. I’m holding my breath. I’m also thrusting myself towards Mrs Weinmeyer’s mouth. My nipples are dark points in the dim light. I like them to be sucked. Gustav never does it enough. Mrs Weinmeyer’s lips are running over them as if she knows. She’s about to take one into her mouth.
    But I pull away frantically. I want her to do it, more than anything. But how can I? It’s kinky, and naughty. Unprofessional at best, unfaithful at worst.
    ‘I’m sorry, Mrs Weinmeyer. I can’t do this. I’ve never done this. With a woman. With strangers.’
    ‘Strangers? We’re not strangers any more!’
    Mrs Weinmeyer stares up at me as if I’m a tasty morsel, and then her tongue flicks out, just touching one burning nipple before flicking in again. I moan out loud before I can stop myself. Embarrassed? I should co-co. But incredibly turned on.
    Behind me Mr Weinmeyer plants his hands on my bottom and cups the cheeks and then I feel him reaching round to