Page 12 of Boneyard HEA

“Maybe another time with the brand, Tomás. Another time, when she asks me for one.” When? “Just rope her to the chair with her ass out. I’ll let you watch. Nothing else.”

“I’ll get the rope.”

Loxland stands over me, maybe admiring what he’s done to my body. Where he’s bitten my breasts, I’m showing marks that he drags his gaze over. “Beautifully red.” While pinning me by my neck, he unzips his fly and strokes his erection.

I’m regretting this, so much, already, but I chose this. I did. Prison would be worse. The instant he reneges on anything…I will protect myself.

If I can. Once they uncuff me, I can do more, and they can’t keep me cuffed forever.

There are always more shovels and knives. I’ll find something if I must. I’ve killed one man.

Go back on your word, and I will fuck you over…somehow.

Tomás soon returns and stops beside me, carrying loops of red rope.

“No requests?” Loxland asks him.

“You’re paying me. I can watch. It is enough. Tying her up and watching her be fucked and destroyed…”

He pauses, and the way he studies me says he’s savoring his next words.

“Go on.” Loxland leans over me, puts his hand between my legs, and casually plunges two fingers inside me. “Fuck. Knew you’d be wet.”

And I can’t stop myself arching and gasping as he enters me, with my fingers scrabbling for a nonexistent hold on the back of the chair.

Unblinking, Tomás finishes. “It is my thing, my kink, you call it? You know?”

“I do know. You’re a sadistic cunt. Like me.”

Then he thrusts those fingers deeper and pumps them in and out. When I moan and my shaking thighs squash onto his buried-deep hand, he grunts his approval.

After that, being flipped over and made to lie face down on the seat of a chair feels like a relief. I don’t have to see either of them while they debase me further. My hands remain cuffed, but my arms are roped to the chair while my legs are tied above the knee to the chair legs to hold them apart. My skirt remains but is close to useless, bunched at my waist.

“Nice access,” Loxland says, with satisfied low voice of his—like the cat that licked the cream. The image amuses me until Tomás squats beside me.

“Keep your eyes open, pretty one,” he drawls. “I want to see all your thoughts.” Despite the cruelness of him and his asshole attitude, the crouching reminds me of Gollum.

“Fuck you and him.” Scowling, I stick out my tongue then hear a rustle of cloth, and Loxland slams inside me in one deep thrust while his hands are anchored to my hips.

My gutteral “Oh!” brings a smile to the asshole Tomás, so I keep glaring at him as the man inside me starts to fuck me with force—enough to jar the chair and make my knees slide.

“Hey, mano. She just stuck out her tongue at me. Can I do something to her?”

“Fuck, yes.” He slams in again then grinds into me, and that awesome fullness triggers me. I moan quietly and close my eyes.

“Hey! Eyes on me. You want me to stick some needles in your tits? Open your mouth. Open your fucking eyes,” he says the last word with a hiss.

Blinking, I fear he might be allowed to do that, because needles aren’t irrevocable damage. I open my mouth and I look on as he drops something made of metal tubing and leather straps on the chair near my nose. He grabs my face and wriggles it inside my mouth, and it fits, just, stretching my lips scarily wide as he cranks it open then fastens it at the back with a click.

“It’s a spider gag, little fucktoy.”

Loxland has paused to watch, and he curses then restarts his fucking.

He hammers in, leaving me breathless, fairly nails me to the fucking chair while Tomás caresses my face and plays inside my mouth with his fingers. I cannot curb the rise of pleasure from all the dirty foreplay or from what that cock is doing to me, filling me, shoving in, wrecking my thoughts.

In and out. Over and over. It’s perfectly ruthless. Relentless. Rutting. He doesn’t care whether I come, and even that has me teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

I’m gasping and groaning, barely keeping my eyes open, with sweat and drool under my face, when I feel the pressure of him coming inside me. All while Tomás says filthy words at me. He tells me I’m a nasty whore and hooks fingers in my mouth as the weight of Mr. Loxland presses on my ass and his hand claws at my hip.