Page 25 of Boneyard HEA

The gag is because I swore at them while they did that. The assholes.

I mouth the long rod of the bit gag, feeling drool escape me and drip onto my chest as I remember their conversation and Tomás’ words. That neither of them fucked me is surprising.

That they threatened to sew my lips together…that is a vile revelation. Too far. Much too far. That they think I will say yes to that? Hell to the no.

I will sneak away once I get what I came for—the names of the others. I will. Somehow.

They haven’t done anything that horrific to me, yet.

Only bondage, incessant sex, and teasing, and what I guess some would see as degradation, and that kink was high on my list when I tried the Fet BDSM questionnaire.

With the program running, Mr. Loxland swivels the desk chair so he can study me. His hands are on his knees and locks of his fair hair fall over his eyes.

None of the things they’ve done have left me traumatized. Even this, which is what? Yep, it’s a kind of degradation. I eye them from beneath my brow. On display, bound, and drooling on myself while they watch me…fuck, it’s strangely hot. I lick my lips and draw a deep breath, and they’re suddenly watching me, and my bare breasts, with greedy intent.

It’s a kind of devotion.

My nipples tighten. Ashamed of my reaction, I bow my head. I am not normal. Someone connected my wires all wrong. I need to admit I’m a totally weird ho.

Reality check. Once they’re done with me, they’ll discard me, and that they said they want to stitch me below. Nope. Nope. Nope.

“Is she ours, Tomás?” Loxland makes quotation marks for the ours, and semi-magically twirls a pen across the fingers of one hand. He tilts his head. “Or just mine?”

My arms are aching in the armbinder, and I wriggle to get the leather to shift.

“I like ours. We can do things together.”

“True. Equal partners then in Miss Juniper. I haven’t given you access to her yet, have I?”

I narrow my eyes and grunt around the leather bit gag.

“And look how her patented turn-a-man-to-ash stare intensifies.”

“Access to her pussy?” Tomás asks.

“Yep. To that.”

“You have not. Though I fingered her. Do I have to ask for it? Pay for it?”

He swivels halfway back to see the computer which seems to have made a sound and paused. With such a short clip there wouldn’t be much for it to chew on.

What if it has already found what I need to know?

Then I’m going, leaving with a new shovel in hand, or something.

I’d almost be sorry. This party they’re going to will have people from the upper echelons of the rich and vaguely famous, with diamonds spewing in the pools or something. Kinky deviant nasty people. I want to see it, but with my pussy intact.

I wriggle again and wish they’d let me loose. If I pretend to lose my balance and topple sideways, I will land on the padding, and they might rescue me. I eye it. It’s thick enough.

“A dollar?” Loxland continues. “Got that kind of cash?”

“Yes.”

I’m being valued at a dollar, but I know it’s a joke. They’re being idiots. I start to lean.

“Good. That’s settled. Also, the program has spat out some finds.”

He springs from the chair and comes to me as I am falling and catches me.