Page 18 of Boneyard HEA

“Why ass fuck you? Why the plug? Training your ass, of course. And because my evil balls told me to.”

“Ha, funny man. Not.”

“Bad girl. I have this sudden urge to spank you but…it’s too soon.”

Instead, I sit up, pull my cock from the gym pants and hold her down while I find her entrance. I’m inside her in one deep thrust that pushes into the ass plug and evokes a grunt from pretty Miss Juniper. Her eyes slam shut as I deliver three more heavy strokes that slap into her ass. Then I stay there, still, deep inside her, watching her hands knead the pillow and the way her mouth has parted, those little signs and noises. I could get off with a few more thrusts but I’d rather not…

Her pussy clamps in, hard, and she whimpers, shudders under me, squeezes on my cock with her inner muscles.

“Fuck!” I grit my teeth, extract myself to the tip, and slam into her five, six, maybe seven more times. Soft, wet, and asking for it. And then I’m coming while still processing the feel of being in her.

Jaw tight, groaning, I gift her another load of come, shift my knees and feel her leaking around where my cock enters her.

I pull out, leaving her with her head buried in the quilt, as if she’s trying to hide from me.

When I climb off her and the bed, she twists onto her back, malevolence in her eyes. With both hands cuffed to the headboard, she can’t do anything more.

My chuckle seems to incense her more. I could light a fire with those eyes.

While worming her way back to the top of the bed, she deliberately drags her butt on my magnificent black-and-pink quilt. Her curvy figure and the wobble of her full breasts distract me, but not enough.

It amuses me to think she’s wiping off come but… “Keep trying to get that plug out and I will gag you with it, unwashed.”

She mutters, so I tilt my head and wait. That makes her hush and pull up her legs.

I stand there, wiping off my dick and tucking myself away while I examine her from head to tits, to that swollen slit with the thick line of gleaming arousal and white come spilling from it.

She was turned on before I fucked her. Was it from the wrestling and pinning her down? The ass plug insertion?

I pretend the view from the balcony, beyond the wall of glass, beckons me more than her, the horny female tied up and on my bed. I should question her more but ignoring her feels right.

I slide open all the doors and go outside to lean on the glass-and-metal railing, staring out over the blue ocean and the sky with its frilly white clouds. The wind ruffles my hair.

I could easily watch her and toy with her for another hour. This house is empty of anyone except me, her, and Lucy, and the dog is probably in the courtyard chewing on her favorite ball.

I should go get some real work done. The syndicate, mainly. I need to run the math from the last job again.

The distant rumble of the waves calms me somewhat.

The satisfaction I get from dominating a woman has been present all morning, coming and going in peaks and troughs, yet it has never quite gone away.

“We should talk about this issue of yours,” I say quietly while barely glancing at her. She hears me, though, and moves her head.

“The murdering and raping issue? I was beginning to think you’d forgotten… Thank you? Maybe? Though a shower would be good right now.”

“Maybe?” I scoff and shift around, put my back to the railing. Little Miss Juniper, all coy with her legs tucked up again, except I know she’s got a bruised rear end, a huge plug in her, and fresh come. “I don’t forget deals I’ve made. I follow through. However, get too bratty and I’ll think of worse things to use you for.”

“Mr. Loxland”—she lifts one side of her butt, grimaces, and resettles—“that deal means we have to discuss things.”

“We do. Soon.” The way she says my name throws me back into the classroom for a second. Ten years ago. A long time, and though her being an old student might’ve worried me five years ago, ten is an eternity. I remember admiring her figure back then, but she was so off limits. Restraining myself from thinking anything more than that was a no-brainer then. Now? Anything goes.

I go back inside and take a shower, recheck she’s okay tied up and plugged, then get a glass of water for her.

“Here.”

Warily, she takes it from me. Her hand is shaking and we both notice it at the same time.

Juniper shrugs. “Had a hard day.”