Page 24 of Boneyard HEA

Here am I being a philosopher. Me, the murderer and coward.

I brush the back of my hand over her cheek before trailing it down to her breast as Aaron shifts his leg to give me some space. She blinks and watches me do so, with her tongue poking at the inside of her mouth but giving little away as to what she is feeling, thinking.

Aaron leans further back, watching us.

So, I go to one knee and put my mouth to her breast at the tip and suck. Her body responds instantly, stiffening. She gasps as I bite her nipple. I get a squeal from her.

Aaron laughs as I unmouth her tit, leaving her areola glistening, her nipple puckered.

“What do you want to do to her, sir?” I trace my forefinger under her breast then snake a line downward over the dress. “This video is not enough for anything. It could be dangerous to show it to anyone else.”

I cannot tell him of my involvement. That it was a job. Not unless I am sure it was a bad job. The fraternity requires consent, though I guess Miss Juniper is a special case. I have standards, even if they are wobbly ones, and that give and take is needed to murder people. She and I have that in common.

“I know. I’m going to pull it apart and look for answers. Now? Now I need you to suggest a punishment for Miss Juniper here. She gave me lip. Gave a bad thank you when I offered my services.”

“Your services? I thought⁠—”

“I reaffirmed our deal. She has been a beautiful toy though. Loves being played with. The sounds she makes are epic.” When she starts to speak, he covers her mouth with his palm. “Shush. I need Tomás to tell me that punishment.”

“Something down here?” When I slowly lift the bottom of the little dress to reveal her pussy, she looks alarmed but squirms her rear end in place. The slim arrow of hair left on her mons is perfect.

“This cute signpost must lead to your cunt, yes?” I wander my finger to the start of her slit, then slip it an inch deeper along the seam, sinking it between her lips but not inside her. She makes a muffled grunt but scowls at me as I squeeze my finger back and forth through the slick of her arousal then around and around her swollen clit. “You want ideas, sir? You, the man who loves feeding ladies to piranhas?”

“No need for the sir, anymore.”

The soft but urgent breathing she begins to make. I keep massaging her slit as if it’s a minor thing I barely know I’m doing, but I am watching, and I am listening.

The piranhas are an old joke between us, and her mad glare, despite where my finger delves, tells me he’s said it to her.

“I think we need to rest her from anything nasty,” he adds. I keep circling her clit. “The CNC party is next week, and if she’s already covered in bruises she mightn’t enjoy it.”

“This is true. Just a small spanking? Then while you’re at your computer, we can put her in the cage.”

I swear this elicits a choked growl from her as I gradually sink my finger into her entrance where her internal muscles instantly squeeze onto me. A nice welcome.

“I guess that rules out stitching your pussy together?”

A frown wrinkles her cute forehead. His hand remains over her mouth, but her nostrils flare, and her eyes light up.

She throws up her hands as if to shove me away, but I intercept the lunge and trap her wrists, then watch her buck against our holds on her as Aaron clamps in his legs. In that split second of reaction, I feel the kick of anticipation. I’ve struck gold with that suggestion, which makes me wonder how she would take it.

Making her come while she’s stitched together. Dios mio, si.

Her wetness on my fingers smears her wrist. The mindfuck of arousal and fear always grabs my balls.

“We take the stitches out after, so it’s permitted,” I say quietly, while she grumbles at me past his smothering hand. “We should try that on you, but not yet.” Then I lick the wetness off her wrist. “Another day.”

“I heard that, you bastard.” Aaron has the spark of a sadistic thrill gleaming in his eyes. “Put it down as a definite possible. I’d make sure she wanted it first.”

“Sure. She will, if we coax her.” Her eyes widen at my words. She has no idea how persuasive Aaron and I can be. “Let’s put her over the sofa arm and get that spanking done.”

10

Juniper

Surrounded by three large screens, Loxland taps at the keyboard for a desktop PC. Lights change slowly on the keys, from pink to green to blue.

They have me kneeling on a padded surface with my arms in an armbinder—a leather sheath that holds them straight behind me, at my back. Though my butt smarts from the spanking, they did it lightly and made it nothing more than teasing. Tomás did say I’m best kept lightly damaged, for the party. For that, I am grateful.