Page 105 of Bound By Her

His muscles tightened, his entire body going along forthe ride. Adria slowed the vibration, giving him a moment.

Letting him think it was over.

She watched him calm. Watched his body adjust, before she turned the vibration to its highest setting.

The effect was immediate. Bryson’s muscles strained against the restraints.

A small cry escaping his lips, unbidden, as she worked him toward another forced orgasm.

When he whimpered, when his body shook with release, she turned the vibrations down to a steady hum.

Bryson was drenched in sweat, his scent thick in the air.

Adria moved to the wall, fingers curling around a thin cane.

By the end of the night, he was going to scream for her.

Thewhistleof the cane was his only warning.

The first strike landing across the center of his ass, a clean stripe blooming across tender skin.

His face pressed into the bench, his jaw clenching.

The second landed above the first.

Then the third.

Then the fourth.

On the fifth, he broke.

A cry ripping through his throat, ragged and raw.

A wave of triumph washed over her. But the need inside her demanded more. There was a reason she didn’t indulge in this darkness.

It was insatiable.

“I think we can do better than that,” she murmured.

He held back on the sixth and seventh.

His sweat-drenched hair stuck to his face, his body trembling.

Adria admired his willpower.

But on the eighth, he cried out again.

And by the tenth, his voice was hoarse.

Welts rose along his skin, his body shining with sweat, and a calm settled over her, like the world had slowed to her pace.

For the first time, in a long while, she felt in complete control.

“Fuck, Adria,” he rasped.

Her name.

The first time he had ever used it.

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