Page 22 of Boneyard HEA

I swallow, because now I am scared. He is helping, but he isn’t sure it was rape? And he is keeping me. I haven’t forgotten his threat if I cancel the agreement. Even so, he has a side to him that is nice. Is nice the best description? A nice asshole? I huff through my nose at that silliness. The relief from the amusement as it wanders into my thoughts is exactly what I need. He releases my head. My heart slows. My muscles relax.

However, this was simpler when I could see him as purely made of asshole and hot manbod.

“Uh. Thank you.” Did I make that a question? Almost?

Now he’s looking down at me as if I’ve turned into a flying saucer or something. Yeah, I made it a question.

“That was a terrible thank you. Now what can I do to you to get a better one from you?”

Oh fuck. I suck in a breath and find I’ve squeezed my thighs together. “Nothing? Thank you for the food, the dress with the holes. The mmph!” He’s slipped his hand over my mouth.

I don’t lick his palm. I’m not quite that suicidal.

He begins to list things while greedily kissing me in between then putting his hand over my face again.

“Clamps on your nipples then strings attached to the ceiling?”

“Mmph!”

Kiss.

“Cage you with your arms bound strappado while I fuck you through the wire?”

Kiss.

I can’t remember what strappado is and am frantically running through positions I’ve seen on FetLife. I’m panting from the kissing, though…my thoughts fall away…

“You, kneeling, with your clit clamped and tied to the floor, while I flog your tits?”

“Mmmph!” I shake my head, and he chuckles.

“None of those? All of them? Tomás is coming for dinner, so we might ask him for suggestions.”

Kiss.

Only this is a long, all-consuming kiss that has me closing my eyes so I can appreciate the feelings he’s provoking, and I keep them shut when he stops.

I’m hoping Tomás is less inventive with his punishments, but truthfully, I’m getting overwhelmed by how much attention Mr. Loxland is devoting to me. In all its forms. The good. The awful. The scary.

Though he is cruel, I’ve lost my true fear of what he might do. He isn’t going to kill me or dissect me in retribution for what I did. And that is freeing.

Too freeing?

I need to be free of fear to find out more about Riley’s assault.

If he reports me for the murder of Nathan, I can accept that.

He slips his large hands around my bared breasts, and my breath catches. “A tub of piranhas and you in there naked?”

I pop open an eye, then the other. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”

The seriousness I see in his eyes is sobering. What is he thinking?

9

Tomás

I’m a little late. Though the sunlight is fading, and my Jag has those long glints shining off its blackness, and the gravel I walk on is dulled, Aaron has remembered and opens the door for me.