Page 16 of Boneyard HEA

“Only one way?” I fasten the buckle, click the tiny padlock, then attach the leash. “You have no idea what I can do to you. I’d keep you for a while before handing you over. The ways of pain are many. If you think they’ll look at whip marks on you or a pierced pussy and go oh my and feel sad over your injuries after I show them the body and the drone footage, you are very mistaken.”

I’m lying, of course.

The body will be ash on the wind soon.

My lies bring no reaction apart from her staring at me, likely taken aback by what I’ve detailed. She cannot know.

“You w⁠—”

“I would. I really would. If you want to end this, say the word and I will, after I keep you for another month, or two. Or three.”

“That’s not the agreement.”

“Shucks. It was, actually. Think about it. You agreed to do anything I say. I said you could stop the agreement. Though I will fucking go talk to the police, straight away, if you run and get away.”

I run my hand through my hair, and I bet my eyes are glittering with evil.

I haven’t thought that part through either, until now. I am a right asshole. I was giving myself a pass, because I wanted to feel morally right? But this? This is the meanest kind of CNC.

The way she peeks up through that swaying fringe of hair that’s fallen over her face—it’s how prey must look to a predator. Fee fi fo fum? Being the big bad giant has always pulled me in.

She tries to shift away from me, but I stand on the end of the leash where I dropped it to the floor, and I draw a deep breath.

Fuck, just fuck. The curves of her while she’s on all fours. That luscious ass with my marks and little bruises. And I’ve only just finished taking her. My dick is hard as rock again. I should take some pics. And a few more, when I’m dicking her down, hard.

Not today though?

Not yet.

I’m not a fuck bunny.

When we go past the downstairs bathroom, the temptation to drag her in there so I can fuck her in the shower is difficult to resist. We do, eventually, end up in the courtyard, where I tie her to the water fountain while I unroll the hose. Being metal and anchored to the ground, the head-high sapphic fountain, with the two nymphs entwined above the bowl, makes for a good hitching post.

I meant to wait longer, and I’m blaming Lucy for my haste.

The hose hisses as it uncoils behind me, and the slim windows of the upper story of the house look like the teeth of a monster. I’m in a mood, coming down from the high of messing with her.

Standing there, naked and clutching her arms about her, as if to hide her breasts, she twists her mouth at my approach and looks utterly edible.

“You’re lucky it’s a warm day.”

“You’re lucky I don’t kick you somewh⁠—”

The spray of water hits her stomach, and she shrieks then glares balefully as I hose her down. A flock of cockatoos sweeps overhead, crying their raucous notes before they wheel away.

“Turn.” I indicate a circle with one finger. “Unless you’d like to keep my come?”

Which is when Lucy runs in and leaps at the spray of water and Juniper, staggering her. Her shriek turns to laughter. Even though red lines appear on her legs where Lucy’s nails scratched her, the woman is laughing.

“Jeez.” I shake my head.

I give in and detach the leash from the fountain so she doesn’t get hurt. I hose the pair of them until the dog shakes herself, tongue lolling, then wanders off to chew on a toy. Then I move in, grab the back of Juniper’s hair, and get her to kneel. I hose her down at close range, and the spray goes everywhere so that she ducks her face, shielding it with her hands.

I’m as soaked as she is by the end, but there is a strange sort of pleasure about doing this, up close and personal, that isn’t my normal. She stands up, dripping but wearing this wry smile, like she’s giving me some sort of challenge.

Trails of water shine on her body as they dribble down her belly, breast, and thighs. Droplets hang from her nipples before falling to the paving stones. She shifts her feet. Although breathing hard from the cold hosing and the tussle with Lucy, Juniper stands with her arms by her side, her fingers curled and relaxed.

The sounds around us seem to lessen.