Page 103 of Bound By Her

Lightning arced through his nerves.

Pleasure ripped through him, and before he could stop it, a moan spilled from his throat.

He didn’t even care.

Didn’t care about anything, except wanting her to do that again.

Her eyes found his, and he fell into the blackness there. A primal hunger clawing through him, shredding the last thread of his control.

She vanished from his view, before her hand landed a strike just behind his testicles.

His back arched off the bench.

Another slap.

He shook against the table.

Again.

Again.

His body betrayed him, pressing his ass up for the next strike.

Begging.

It was pathetic.

Useless.

But he was so close.

And then it stopped.

The silence in the room stretched. And something inside him snapped.

Tears spilled from his eyes. Emotion pouring out of him in an unstoppable torrent, years of something twisting loose inside him all at once.

“You fucked up.” Her voice surrounded him, dark silk wrapping around his mind.

He nodded, not even sure what he was agreeing to. His face pressed into the slick bench, his body wrecked. His cock dripping onto his thigh.

“You’re supposed to be their leader.”

Smack.

A smaller, softer paddle struck his ass.

For some reason—it hurt worse than the belt.

His body jerked against the restraints.

“Covered in your own sweat and spit.”

Smack.

“You are supposed to protect them.”

Smack.

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