Page 7 of Brutal Bond

Using the short chain between the two cuffs, he leads me across the room to a wall lined with dark-stained wooden beams. Reaching the wall, he drops the cuffs and turns my back to him. He steps close—so fucking close his chest presses against me—and places his hands on my shoulders.

He takes his time sliding them down my arms, and my skin burns like it is on fire from his touch alone. His heavy breaths blow against my neck as he reaches my wrists and lifts them above my head. Securing them over a hook, his fingers trail back down my arms, and I can’t stifle the whimper that trembles over my lips.

“I can feel how excited you are, Harper.” His hands continue to slide down my body and around my waist. Breathing hard, his lips dust against the back of my ear, and he whispers, “Is it fear or intrigue?”

“Both,” I answer breathlessly.

I’m fucking terrified.

It was curiosity that killed the cat, wasn’t it?

I just never realized that meant my pussy.

CHAPTER

SIX

HARPER

“Hmmmm.” He growls against my neck as he pulls from me, and his grumble travels straight to my core. His fingers trail down my thighs as he kneels behind me, and he groans, “All this perfect alabaster skin. You’re going to be so fucking beautiful all marked for me.”

Marked?

His teeth sink in the flesh of my ass cheek. The unexpected bite is hard, and the sudden stabbing pain causes me to yelp. It hurts like fucking hell, but my inability to breathe has nothing to do with the searing pain. Loosening the hold with his teeth, he sucks gently as he lets go and places a soft kiss over the tooth marks he left behind.

“I’m going to fucking enjoy you.” His voice is dark as he stands behind me. He places a firm smack on my other cheek before turning his attention to Nikki and the blonde, both of whom I had forgotten were even in the room.

My arms bound above my head and forehead nearly resting on the wall, I can barely see what’s happening behind me. Watching from the corner of my eye, Edmund leads the two of them to the wall beside me.

“Undress her for me,” Edmund commands, handing a pair of sheers to Nikki before rolling up his sleeves. He wanders the wall beside me, his eyes roaming over the various paddles and whips hanging from many ornate hooks. Lifting a wooden paddle reminiscent of one belonging to an old school ma’am, he directs them, “When you’re done, go enjoy each other until we’re ready to join you.”

Having helped to strip me bare, Nikki catches my attention and gives me a questioning look. I give her a short, silent nod, letting her know that I’m okay.

Still fucking terrified, but I’m too damn curious—or stubborn—to walk away.

Edmund's eyes rake over my body when he returns to me with a black leather flogger and matching paddle in his hands. Every step he takes causes my heart to race faster; fear and anticipation both raging for control.

“Do you know what you signed up for?” He rubs the smooth leather over my ass, alternating between soft and firm strokes.

“Whatever you want.” I struggle to push out the words through my panting. I can barely breathe as the leather continues to brush over my skin. Every caress laced with the thrill of knowing it might be the last.

“Good.” Quickly, he pulls the flogger back and slaps it against my ass. It hits with a stinging slap, causing me to grunt.

But he doesn’t stop.

He swings again and again, placing strikes across my ass and upper thighs. My body clenches with every painful strike, falling lax with a strange euphoria between them.

When he finally pauses, my skin burns from the repeated hits of the flogger. He gingerly places his palm on my warm flesh, rubbing lightly over the marks he left, and I’m suddenly keenly aware of a neediness between my thighs.

Moans and whimpers echo behind me, only furthering my need, and I clench my thighs, trying to provide myself some sort of relief.

“Fuck,” Edmund groans as his hand slides up my wet inner thigh, “You’re fucking dripping for my pain, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I arch my ass into his touch as he swaps the flogger for the paddle.

Standing behind me, he nips along my shoulder and up my neck as he rests the paddle against my pussy. He bites hard on the crook of my neck, and a feral groan rattles from me.

“Did you know you were a dirty little pain slut, Harper?” he whispers against my skin as he rubs the flat of the paddle teasingly between my thighs. It dusts against my pussy, and my hips tremble, wanting to grind against it until I come.

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