Page 17 of Boneyard HEA

Casually, because I own her, I cup her breast, caressing and weighing it, and she follows my hand with her gaze. When I brush my thumb over the nipple her smile wavers and vanishes, and though I firm my grip so she can’t back away, it doesn’t seem as if she plans to.

I don’t tend to kiss my submissives, much, it’s a danger, a weakness. It gives away too much of me. Self-containment and some shielding are necessary in today’s world.

Statistically, I know this is true. People will always betray you when it becomes a matter of you or them.

Yet I slowly haul her in, using the leash and my hold on her breast.

She takes an awkward step. My height means she must tilt her head if she wants to keep track of my intentions.

“Stay still,” I murmur as I lower my head, pausing with the smallest distance left between our mouths. Our lips feather over each other, and I feel her warm sigh.

And then, full contact. Her mouth gives softly as I turn this into a kiss, and she almost…moans.

When she parts her lips, god, I need more. With my arm around her back, I drag her closer, pushing in my tongue as she gives way.

The kiss isn’t vicious—no bites, no grinding of my mouth on hers. Only the muted sounds of skin on skin and hurried, faltering breaths. Quiet desire is enough, for me, for once.

When I draw away, she seems stunned for all of a second before she frowns.

“Let’s go.” I spin her around, smack her ass, and direct her to start walking. She saunters, hips swaying, a little ahead of me, as if nothing much has happened. Is that defiance? As if she is not in my house, naked, and doing whatever I tell her to.

The ass view is worth it. I grab the leash that trails behind her, and head for the door that leads to the stairway on the opposite wing of the house. My bedroom is on the second story with its view over the beach and the roll of roaring waves.

After throwing her a towel to dry down with, and letting her use the toilet, I shackle one of her wrists to the anchor point on the headboard of my king-size bed. She wriggles up to the top and sits there. I can see she’s fascinated by the view through the wall of glass doors that overlook the broad expanse of beach.

Though the doors are closed, the cries of seagulls carry into the room.

The smirk she gives me as I walk away makes me pause. Hands on hips, I regard this woman we’ve dominated and fucked.

Irritating?

I return to her, cuff both hands to the anchor point with a chain between them, then rummage in the bedside drawer for my big diamante-ended ass plug.

Her gulp as I show it to her, then her squeak as I yank her down the bed, fills that dark space in my heart, and my balls. I definitely have evil balls.

With her sprawled flat on her stomach, I lean on her back to pin her to the quilt, then kneel between her legs.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Want to be gagged again? Stay the fuck down!”

Her hmph makes me grin, but she submits to me squirting lube on her asshole, only wriggling a little as I introduce my finger. I might dislike her insolence but doing this, fucking about with her body to make her obey, fixes everything.

“Ready? You need to relax.”

When she struggles to rise, I lean harder on her lower back and press open her ass crack.

I start to worm the ass plug into her, revolving it slowly, talking as I go. “Done anal before? Be good, don’t resist, and this won’t hurt, much.”

Grunts, whimpers, and attempts to squirm are all I get until the plug pops past the worst resistance, and I can slide it full depth. I wait to check it won’t get squeezed out.

“There. Now I know we can fuck you there.”

“Why?” she gasps.

She isn’t wincing anymore and lies mostly still. Her arms are stretched toward the headboard by the cuffs and chain. While I slowly walk my fingers up her back, she clutches the pillow into clumps under her hands. Her breathing grows labored.

I mold myself to her body, plant my forearms to either side of her head, then nudge her ear with my nose and bite it until she shudders. I kiss the side of her neck, once, twice, and keep my voice low.