Page 26 of Boneyard HEA

“That was on purpose.” He delivers a stinging swat to my ass cheek. “I’ll let you out of this, if you behave.” He undoes the now slippery gag, pulls it off. “What a mess you made of yourself. Dirty.”

Then he kisses me, and my arms are still bound. After a small wriggle, I give in and I angle my mouth to return the kiss, with our lips sliding, pressing, and much delicious sighing.

He ends the kiss. “Behaving?”

I nod because I’m confused. I’m panting already, I’m flushed of face. I didn’t resist but didn’t really want to. I’m often confused around him. Am I getting a little addicted to this man? To his sexiness, yes.

A day is all it’s been. I’d fail any interrogation in enemy hands.

He unbuckles the binder, removes it, and leads me to the computer, where he gets me to kneel again, having tossed the padding to the floor for me. There he sits on the desk chair and puts his palms together in a praying gesture beneath his nose, as if he’s thinking.

With his legs apart and arms folded, Tomás stands unmoving in the middle of this computer room. He’s well over six feet tall and dominates the room. Though his scar still distorts his mouth, some of the sternness has left him. I guess that first time he knew he would have to wrestle me down.

Whatever I agreed to, whatever I think of them, I need to tread carefully. These two are dedicated kinky sadists and rich as fuck. Or Mr. Loxland is. Any retribution they organize if I harm them could be as devastating as being arrested and charged.

“So.” Loxland places a hand on my head. “We need to re-bargain what we agreed to. Shush. Down.” He points at me, where I’m rising on my knees.

I subside. I was about to interject but I close my mouth.

“Thank you. What I said about keeping you for a while even if you say stop, that clause remains. It will make you think before you just try to fuck off. However, I see trouble.”

“You always do, Mr. Aaron.” Tomás’ mouth twitches into a fleeting smile, and he looks at me.

Where is this going? They already hold all the cards.

Loxland says dryly, “Maybe. If I find what you want, miss, you’ll disappear. I want my money and time’s worth. Whatever this program spat out, whatever else I find out for you, you pay for that in obedience as well as submission to our needs. Obedience. Understood?”

I look down at my knees on the padding. I’m doing that already. I raise my head to squint dubiously at him. “I suppose it did find something?”

“Yes.” He waits.

Is this extra? I don’t understand what he means. Whatever. “Still blackmail.”

“You knew that. Help with this, and not reporting your crime, in return for your submission. Have we treated you badly? No. I’ve seen your Fet profile and what you thought you liked. I’ve seen you fuck yourself with a dildo for men who pay. Tie yourself up, have a climax for them, and decorate yourself with things.” He leans down to caress my face, my mouth, the curve of my ear before letting his hand fall away. “You want this. You like us fucking with you. If nothing else, we’re helping you try things. Say yes.”

My frown is a little broken. He slips his hand lower, takes my nipple, and starts to squeeze.

“You want it.”

The pressure spins down through me, making pain and a wave of skittering excitement I cannot deny.

Do I like what they’ve done? Sorta, kinda, maybe. I focus on where he’s caught my nipple, feel my toes scrunch up, and I grimace, but it’s not simply the pain, not only that, it’s him.

“You like this,” he repeats, softly, with his other hand wrapping about my hair as I bow away from the hurt. The pressure increases, and I wince and stare disbelieving at how he has a precious part of me trapped and is crushing it.

I hiss in a breath then hear myself offer a betraying whimper.

“Juniper.” Tomás has arrived, and stops Loxland, pulls away that torturing hand.

I suck in a much needed, shuddering breath, shield my hurt breast with my hand.

“Juniper?”

Two men both doing things to me, fucking me? “Yes!” I sob, yet I know I will still run once I have what I want. “Yes, I will obey.”

Two names is my end game. Pussy stitching is still a no. Why would I ever want that?

I look up at them both with new tears in my eyes and a clit throbbing for attention. I swallow. “Yes, I like it. So far.”