"So fucking good," he said breathlessly. He slid out of me slowly, eyes half-closed. Careful to break the string of cum between us before he tucked his cock back in his pants and did them up.
"I want to fuck her, but I have a surprise for you all first," Boner said. He ground the words out, like he was struggling for control.
"Surprise?" Cass looked doubtful.
"Trust me, you'll love it." Boner stepped over to a cabinet at the side of the room and opened the doors.
A man stood inside, duct tape over his mouth, his hands bound behind him. He was a few years older than us, his wide eyes staring.
"I'd like to introduce you to…let's call him Jason. His real name doesn't matter." Boner grabbed Jason by the front of his shirt and hauled him out of the cabinet.
"He was in there the entire time?" I asked. He'd heard me come? He'd heard Archer come? He saw me lying naked on Boner's desk? Okay, that was a question, he absolutely was.
"I figured he could join the after party," Boner said. "Don't worry, no one knows he's here. Honestly, I don't think anyone will miss him. Especially not his ex-wife. She left him for a reason, but Jason here," Boner patted his shoulder, "he didn't like taking no for an answer. Around here, we don't like people like that."
I rolled off the desk and grabbed up my dress to hold in front of myself.
"It's very thoughtful of you," I said.
Much better than flowers.
Beside me, Cass was putting his pants back in place and swallowing, the implications of what Boner was suggesting sinking in.
"I thought so." Boner picked up the knife and placed the blade flat against Jason's cheek.
Jason jerked back and cried out something incoherent, his eyes pleading.
Boner followed him until his back was pressed against the wall.
"I have a little bit of a jealous streak," Boner said cheerfully. "A small one. I don't like anyone seeing my woman naked unless they deserve her. Sorry, pal."
Before Jason could jerk away, Boner jammed the knife up, into his eye. While Jason was still screaming in agony, Boner jammed the knife into his other eye.
Blood poured down his face and onto his clothes.
"Much better." Boner stepped back and smiled. "Now he can't see me fuck Harlow." He placed the knife on the desk and took my dress out of my hands to drop it aside. A pleased smile on his face, he picked me up and placed me beside it. Grabbing my legs, he wrapped them around his hips and positioned his cock outside my entrance.
"He can hear," I said.
"Let him hear." Boner shrugged. He pushed himself inside me, slowly at first then all the way in. "Me coming inside you will be the last thing he hears."
"So romantic." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way he felt. Aroused by the sound of Jason moaning in agony.
Was that fucked up?
Maybe.
Did I care?
Not at all.
Boner wouldn't have brought him here if he didn't deserve it.
"That's me," Boner whispered, thrusting slowly. "I'm all about romantic gestures."
I laughed softly and opened my eyes a crack to see Cass' conflicted expression. Sickened but aroused. Or sickenedbecausehe was aroused? His eyes dipped as Jason sagged to the floor.
"Don't feel too bad for him," Boner said. "He got to witness an amazing evening and epic after party. He should consider himself lucky."
