Page 101 of Bound By Her

Her breath hot against his ear.

Her tongue dragging along his cheek.

His body shuddered.

“You get hard when I force you.”

Her fingers moved—under the bench.

And he stilled.

Because he knew what she would find.

Her triumphant smile burned into his skin as she tightened her grip on his cock.

He tried to say, “I just haven’t come in a while.”

But it came out garbled—muffled through the gag.

That had to beit.

Nothing more.

He was starved for release, that was all. It had nothing to do with her.

Nothing.

Except his body screamed for more contact. The ache in his core was impossible to ignore.

If he weren’t tied down. If he had control.

He’d pin her against the wall. Would fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to breathe. His hands would grip into her thighs so hard they would leave marks. She would feel him for days. He would consume every inch of her.

Would burn her out of his system, remove her from his head.

“I’d wager you get off on pain, but you’ve never trusted anyone enough to share that with.”

He pressed his forehead into the cool leather. Would she ever shut up?

“I can see you disagree, well let’s have a little wager, shall we?”

He heard the sound of metal clinking against itself.

He jumped when her fingers encircled him and the smooth metal slid into place around his shaft.

“There is a small chain connected here.” She pressed into his flesh. “And I am going to attach it to a light weight.”

The weight pulled at him uncomfortably and, for some reason, made his cock bob higher.

“Wonderful, proving my point already.”

“Fucking bitch, cock-sucking whore.” It was garbled, but he was pretty sure she got the gist.

“That didn’t sound very respectful, Brysey.”

She moved away from him. He strained to watch her, but she disappeared into the shadows, and he couldn’t see anything.

“Here is the deal. If you go soft, the cuff around your cock will get loose and fall off. The weight will clang to the ground, and we will know you are not enjoying yourself.”

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