Page 72 of Boneyard HEA

She smirks at me for a moment then resumes staring at the floor, for Shawn is returning, his footsteps slapping the floor, and Zasha has stationed himself by the chain.

Without breaking stride, as he goes by, Shawn grabs Juniper by one arm and drags her toward the center of the room and the chain. He tosses back some words at me. “No jabbering once the filming starts. We want the room to look like only you and her are in it. You will play the part of the villain. Fuck her and be done.”

“Unless he wants to do her twice? Three times?”

They make her stand then attach her wrist cuffs to the chain that runs across the ceiling before angling down to a cylinder at the wall. Shawn goes over to wind in the handle. Slowly and surely, she’s made to straighten, with her arms hauled high until she’s teetering on tiptoes.

“Come.” Zasha curls a finger, beckoning me.

Clumsily, I get to my feet and go to them, feeling the weight of what I must do with every step.

“You fuck her now. You carve your name on her with this little knife.” He drops a knife with an inch-long blade at her feet. Her small naked feet. “Make it good. Make some threats to her. I know you can do it. Make it nasty, not some fancy-pants kinky shit.”

“And do not deviate from that script.” For once, Shawn has ice in his voice. “Or we gut her a little, chop off a finger or two, then make you try again. Here.” He lowers his bag and the contents spill. Broomstick with spikes, a wire flogger, even a big vibe, and some enormous dildos. “Use something and not just the fookin’ vibe.”

But, there is a vibe. I nod, and I’m uncuffed while Zasha trains a pistol is trained on me, standing a few yards away. I’m betting he knows how to use that weapon expertly, since he managed to sneak up on Tomás.

“Okay.” I nod as they clear themselves from the range of the camera on the phone. I stare at Juniper and she looks back at me, still in that pretty bikini we bought her.

I assess my chances for the hundredth time. I can’t run. I can’t defeat a gun—even if I were the best martial artist, I’d risk getting downed before I could hit them. If it were just me, I might try, but it isn’t. I need to somehow get out of here and still be able to fuck up these men and rescue Juniper.

Maybe with Juniper’s damn shovel.

Why do they think having film evidence will stop me from returning with an army? Because I’m a rich man who loves money?

I imagine myself hammering in both their skulls before I take that first step and go to her.

I circle her, my little strung-up, immobilized submissive. Because that’s what she is—mine. Tomás is gone, out of the picture. Maybe he’s an enemy. Maybe he is, by some miracle, still on our side. One can always hope.

I strip off the bikini and throw it at the wall where it slides to the floor in a heap.

“Ready to scream?” I say it loudly, for that camera, because I don’t want to see her getting her fingers removed. “I’m going to make you scream so hard, while I fuck your brains out and carve my name on you. So goddamned hard.”

Then I pick up the vibe and a giant dildo, and I do what I would do anyway, I ream her ass and make her scream and shake and come so hard she faints in the chains.

Or maybe she’s faking it. Does it matter?

I rope her legs apart, spreading them, tying her ankles to two rings in the floor, so that if she jerks it won’t make me cut her too deeply. Then I carve AL into the side of her thigh. Not too deep, but deep enough to bleed and impress those fools, I hope.

She’s biting her lip and breathing like a machine gun when I make the last stroke on the L. Quietly, I say, “Those cute little whimpers are all mine, Juniper. Not theirs. Fucking mine. Got that?”

She nods.

I tap beneath my eye. “Focus on me. Or else. See me. I am the center of your universe.” Not them.

Then I turn the vibe on and work it into her pussy. It makes her leg bleed more as she responds, jerks her cute ass, and is groaning and gasping within seconds. Her muscles are trembling from pleasure more than pain.

“Almost going to come again?” I whisper. “Good girl. Take the damn pleasure. I’m going to jam my cock in you soon while I keep this vibe running and shaking all the come out of you.”

More blood leaks, drawing red wriggly stripes on her thigh, but her slit is leaking too. Her inner thighs shine from her own wetness.

I loosen her leg ropes enough so that I can fuck her pussy from behind.

Over by the doorway, the two monsters are watching, probably jerking off.

They do not matter.

It’s me and her. Me and her. My masochistic submissive with the murder lust in her genes.