Page 49 of Killer Bones

His arms open wide. “Yours.”

I toy with that extreme circumstances safeword as Adelmo goes to the table and deposits me there. My legs hang off the edge. My costume is made for adjustments, and he unclips the fake armored bodice to bare me. While I watch, he cups my breasts, bites them all over. The scattered pain burns in, enough to make me curse him then push my chest at his nasty mouth.

He ends this by sucking on each nipple, licking them again, around and around. I am spellbound.

“Better?” he asks, his tongue curling and flicking, thoroughly wetting my erect nipple until it shines.

“Uh. Fuuuuck yess. More. Please?” Breath hitching, I try to keep him there with one hand, to make him suck on me for longer, and he shakes me off. He rises, with a hand conveniently resting on the table between my legs.

He kisses my nose, with his voice a perfectly intimate rumble. “I thought you were going to be a naughty Cinders for me?”

“Mmm.” I wriggle. Sometimes giving in works best. This is a very public display…I’ve suspected it was my thing, but haven’t tested this since…the bad day. Now I know it’s a huge, ginormous, please fuck me here kind of a kink.

Is my heart hammering? Yes. Especially with him leaning in, hand planted near my pussy, with a twisted grin and that disgusting leer on his face. I’ve always hated men who leer, but Adelmo’s is special. God knows why.

“Scared, little miss fucktoy?”

I play my tongue over the seam of my lips, thinking. I could do this—mounted on the wall, force-pleasured, strapped in place. The thought of him making me sit up there with those humongous toys stuck in me, while he makes me come… Ohmigod.

“Yes,” I blurt. “And no?”

“Confused. Good. Next time we come then, I will do it.” What the? “Advance warning.” He kisses me on the mouth, places me over his shoulder again. I hang off him, legs to the front, the rest of me dangled over his back. “Thanks for playing, Hatter.”

I’m hanging upside down and a little bewildered, but I get it. The bastard was messing with me.

“You’re welcome.”

Hatter helps his woman to her feet as Adelmo heads to a table.

Even upside down, I swiftly count. Six men are on the opposite side of a table. The central section has been kept clear and only bears a cake. My cake? Must be.

I recognize one of the men as a sniper employed on that terrible day. He is ex-military. In fact…they all look ex-mil. Hard men, tattoos rambling up their necks and down those bulging biceps. Buzz-cut hair.

The cake is quadruple layered and exquisite, with a bunch of unlit candles, and it’s possibly tiramisu—my favorite. A black dildo sits, upright, spear-like, in the middle.

“Adel…Diablo?” I whisper. “Put me down, please.”

“Soon. When we’re ready. Shirts!” he barks.

And…they all strip off their shirts and unzip their pants.

“I may be blinded,” I whisper, swiping my hair from my face and twisting my body so I can see better. The tattoos, the rippling muscles, the hard cocks they are handling, and then there are those filthy expectant smiles that bloom when they see me staring.

I gulp, apprehension rising as I finally understand what has been arranged.

“You go up here, on the table.” Adelmo hoists me onto it. “On hands and knees and stay where I put you.”

Watching all of them stroke their cocks, I can’t help but lift my hands from the table, retreating onto my knees.

My rear is to Adelmo, and the table is just wide enough that if I put my hands down, they’ll land close to the opposite edge. Mr. Sniper…Jacob, yes? He is there, cock out, before me.

His name tag says Jedd, a fake name.

How was this not on my wish list?

“Bad girl. Jedd, hold her.”

Jedd smirks and threads his fingers into my hair, drags me forward until I’m on my hands and knees again with my head brought high. My breast is being squashed in his other hand. Startled, I jerk away, testing his grip. Then he twists my breast enough that I squeak.