Page 33 of Boneyard HEA

Once in the elevator, I lower myself and sit on my heels, approval obvious in the small creases about his eyes. “Good girl.” He rests his hand on my head.

His touch and the words pleases something inside me. I remember Tomás’ words we know your kinks. I’ve never explored them, or not like this.

But doing it with men whose morals are as shaky as mine…

“You brought her costumes?” Tomás asks as the door dings then opens on a woman in a cat costume with little black ears. Loxland answers, but I barely hear him.

She wears a black-and-gold body stocking that’s split at crotch and areolas, revealing her skin, nipples, and mons. A hint of her slit shows until she lowers herself to all fours. A chain is attached to her gold nose-ring, and a massive man of Asian appearance leads her. Whatever language he speaks, my guess is Japanese.

He stops to kiss her, then stands her up and pins her front against the back elevator wall.

I crawl out but turn to look, mesmerized.

My mouth is open, my tongue touching the roof of my mouth, as he pushes a chrome anal plug into her ass. A black tail is already attached to the plug. Her squeaks and the way he reassures her, the way he does it in full view of us…fuck.

“Come.” Mr. Loxland wriggles my leash. “Show is over. Crawl the rest of the way.”

It’s carpet here, so I happily obey, though the skirt of the dress tends to tangle about my knees. Tomás watches the couple in the elevator until the doors close.

“I want to do that with her nipples,” he says, idly, like he’s considering a paint color for his kitchen.

My nipples?

“Like her nose was? She’s not pierced.”

“That can be fixed.”

No. No. Oh hell no, same as the stitching. This time, I don’t dare voice it.

“Yeah, or her clit.” Mr. Loxland opens the door and holds it so I can enter, brushes his hand along my spine as I crawl past. “Find her a costume so we can go below.”

I bite my lip. I’m not here for the sex, though I repeat that, it’s only out of habit. Something about that display has totally turned me on. My clit is so swollen I feel it with every crawling step I take. I don’t want to be pierced or stitched, and yet that was hot—being shoved against a wall and forced to take something in her ass.

Here I am, crawling for two men, as if it is normal and natural, after watching a man shove a plug into a woman. Two strangers. This place is like being on Mars. What are the rules? I am so damn gone.

It’s all part of the deal. Sure, it is.

I am not here for the sex, fuck it.

I’m here for the murder.

13

Juniper

I’m barefoot on the cool white tiles, and my translucent red dress falls beyond ankle-length, the ragged cloth swishing along the floor as I walk. This twisted silk concoction is luxurious, elegant, and revealing. I imagine it as a wedding dress for a decadent, well-off bride on her umpteenth marriage. Beneath, I wear white lace underwear and I know, with great certainty, that they plan on stripping me eventually.

Two men in dark suits guard the entry to the hall the CNC Fraternity has reserved, and as we pass through the doorway, I see a third enormous guard on the other side, with the obligatory earpiece and a black silk shirt and dark pants. His hands are clasped together at his front, his dark brown hair is shaven, and he is so rectangular in shape his neck is almost nonexistent.

He scans me from top to bottom, and I sense not one iota of sexual interest. To him, I’m a security risk, at worst. At best, a submissive woman being led in by my Dominants.

Tomás holds the end of the leash that swings from my red collar. Aaron treads to my right in casual steel-gray shirt and long pants, and he carries a black leather bag. Tomás has opted for a red shirt that matches my dress. Blood won’t show on that or my dress. I dearly hope they don’t intend anything that sadistic. If they are, I will steel myself and endure.

Then, I imagine one of my men carefully threading a needle into my skin, and I shiver as I imagine blood trailing down my stomach, my breasts. Without warning, arousal slithers in, like a hidden snake. I wince. My mind is getting fucked over by being exposed to an abundance of kink.

And I cannot escape this hall without them knowing.

That’s my plan, so far. Steel myself. Brilliant. Not. I am so screwed.