Page 50 of Killer Bones

And my wrists are being lashed to the table with what feels like leather.

I look down at where Adelmo is tying me, wondering how, then I register that this entire table is furnished with small iron-look anchor points—what every medieval BDSM party needs.

Unsurprising, considering where this CNC party is being held—in the house of someone who sneezes dollars and probably crypto. A glance about the room tells me I am not the only piece of lewd scenery. Fucking is the raison d’être of this night.

“Keep that ass high,” he tells me, biting my ass cheek, lower and lower, traveling the nibbles and sharper nips all the way to my thigh. When I hiss and move to the side, he wraps an arm around one leg. Then he slides two fingers into my cunt and slowly starts to fuck me.

Soon my thighs are quivering, and I’m making ‘those noises’, as he calls them. My pussy is clenching onto his fingers, then he thrusts his fingers in harder. I let out a grunt. He is knuckle-deep and pumping roughly.

“That’s it.” He bites me again, teeth anchoring in my flesh. His fingers speed up, plunging, in and out. “Listen to that sloppy wet cunt!”

My mouth falls open, and I’m staring at nothing, tensing, toes curling.

Jedd…I see him watching me, as if fascinated.

Nasty chaotic fantasies burst into my mind. I’m merely a female toy-thing to be displayed and made to come before these men. They’ll take me brutally, chain me in a cage, pull me out when they need to fill me with their come.

It’s a filthy imagining but it makes my clit throb with need. Fuck me. Take me. Use me.

Adelmo has heard it, seen it, read it all in my stories.

The only thing keeping me from slumping onto my hands and arching high to offer myself, is Jedd’s torture-hold on my hair. Whenever I try to collapse, he wrenches me high again. My hair tries to depart my scalp, and I sob as those fingers in my pussy become three then four.

He wouldn’t, not again? Not fisted like this?

The fullness is past sanity, stretching my entrance.

Then Adelmo stops, removes those four fingers. I hear him suck on them.

“Your mouth is for them. Your ass is mine.” Then he places his face between my legs, and tongues me while Jedd hauls my head down to his cock and prods my shut mouth.

When I don’t open, and keep my teeth clamped, deliberately refusing, he chuckles.

“Permission to mess with her, Diablo?”

“You know it. Granted! Miss Cinders likes her CNC with a side of fuck no.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” he drawls as he somehow produces a knife from god knows where. He brandishes it below my eye. It looks real.

I flinch and get exactly one millimeter before his fingers twist and pain sets my scalp on fire.

I’m panting, whining, pinned.

Jedd scratches out a whispered, “Open the fuck up, or else.”

The fear is scintillating. I know he won’t, but what if he does, or if he slips and cuts me? What if…

I pop open my mouth, and he pushes inside, slides past my lips and deep. I choke, splutter around him, feel his cock swell. He makes me stay there with it threatening to probe beyond my tonsils.

“Down, down, down it goes. Can’t breathe? Poor girl. Fuck, that’s a nice mouth on her, Diablo. Also happy fucking birthday, girl.”

I swivel my eyes to meet Jedd’s, grunt-snort, as he withdraws then re-enters. My scowl seems to amuse him, but he’s already face-fucking me fast. My teeth scraping on his head and shaft seems to mean nothing or, maybe, he likes it?

The curl of Adelmo’s tongue over my clit had been conjuring a happy tingle, a tightness low in my body but…

He stops.

I whine and wriggle my ass, begging silently. My head is barely off the table, and I’m still being face-fucked, my ass is in the air, when a hard object pushes onto my swollen clit, and it’s switched on. It buzzes.