Knuckles Deep

KNUCKLES DEEP SHADOWS AND OBSESSIONS DUET BOOK TWO IVY GRAVES Bones Deep Copyright © 2023 Ivy Graves This book is written in British English. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under international and federal copy-right laws. Any unauthorised reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover Design: Artscandare Book Cover Design Editor: Nice Girl Naughty Edits Interior Formatting: Ivy Graves Storyline Development Support: Nico Sorrell ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF COUNTRY I acknowledge and pay my respects to the traditional owners of the unceeded land on which I live and write, the peoples of Kombumerri Country and all their descendants past, present and emerging. I further acknowledge and extend that respect to the many First Nations and Pasifika region peoples who are reading this book. WARNING This dark romance novel is taboo and was written for open minded adults only. The themes could make you feel uncomfortable or trigger emotional distress. If you need support with your mental health, please contact Lifeline Australia on 13 11 14, or a help line in your local area. Possible Triggers Extreme graphic sex, graphic torture, murder, sex trafficking, paedophile rings, crime, incest, drug and alcohol use, drink driving, graphic self-harm, rape, kidnapping, stalking, voyeurism, age gap, cult ritual, child abuse (historical), degradation, exhibitionism, BDSM (rope suspension, bondage, impact play, blood play, knife play, breath play, spitting, golden showers and more). For The Goths, The Weirdos, and the No Triggers Army. Keep pushing boundaries. CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Epilogue Acknowledgments About the Author Playlist 1 Get to you - Saint Sinner, Supertask Prblms - 6lack Sweet Disposition - Budjerah, Ngaiire, Gretta Ray BANKS Time has passed since the debauched night at Sanctuary, and now the African trip looms large in my mind. Ember has been up my ass about details for the meeting in Johannesburg, but I’ve been distracted. Hazy and I have been closer than ever, so I’ve unintentionally dropped the ball a little with work. Hazy seemed happy, though, so my distraction is worth it. She’s been steadily gaining weight. That night, a switch was flicked between us, and we found a groove that I’ve not experienced since Harmony. I can’t stop thinking about marrying Hazy. The idea is consuming me like that gnawing you get from nicotine or caffeine withdrawal. That urgency that pulls you into dark places, and I think I need to get it out of my system before I leave the country. I want to surprise her with a ceremony. Even though signing the piece of paper would be good enough for me, I want to give her a night to remember. But first, I need to indulge, so I finish the rigging on her torso. Perfectly tidy knots, all finished off beautifully. Rope isn’t just a way to get into a girl’s pants, it’s an age-old art form, and one I am forever grateful to have been taught by the Masters. Hell, my rope mentors would be intensely disappointed if I didn’t finish everything off beautifully. We’re in the den, and I point to a place in the centre of the room, directly below the rigging points. “Kneel,” I say to Hazy, pointing to the spot. She lowers herself silently, her knees spread for me, and her mouth opens gently. Mutual respect. I’d expect nothing less from my Goddess, my Queen. No one loves her like I do. I ring a glass bell, and soon after Jade enters, her long dark hair falling over her naked, heavily inked skin. Before Hazy came along, she was my muse, and over time, she and I have fostered a mutually beneficial relationship. But I’ve never caught any feelings for her. I’ve reached out to Jade for relaxation and entertainment. Never love. I point to a spot next to Hazy on the floor and she assumes an identical position, the hint of a smirk on her lips letting me know she’s up for anything. Jade is one of those subs that just flows in any direction I choose to take a scene. One of those subs with very few limits, who gets her kicks out of similar experiences that I do. After I tie Hazy off and pull on the ropes—her bare pussy nicely exposed—she hovers directly in front of Jade’s face. Hazy is mad for pretty little goth chicks too, so who am I to deny her lust? I tie Jade in a quick harness, our bodies moving as one with the ebb and flow of our shared history, so I can manipulate her efficiently, before passing her a Hitachi. “Pleasure her,” I say to Jade, glancing at Hazy’s delicious little cunt. “And don’t let up. I want to watch her cry.” Jade follows her orders immediately and raises the vibrator up to Hazy’s pussy. I unzip my pants, fisting my hard-on a few times as I listen to Hazy moan and cry out. She wriggles around, and the sound of her voice is an aphrodisiac. As