Page 107 of Bound By Her

Adria wanted to feel his resistance.

Wanted to break it.

Her body buzzed with it, with the tension of it. It was the first time she had forced a submissive to call her Mistress.

And seeing Bryson like this.

Writhing.

Fighting.

It was the most unbelievably arousing thing she had ever experienced.

He gritted his teeth, body locked in desperate defiance.

So, she turned the vibration higher and dug her nails into his testicles.

“Thank you, Mistress!” he blurted out, unable to stop himself.

She smirked.

“I’m sorry,” she purred, increasing the pressure. “I couldn’t hear you.”

His body bowed against the restraints.

“Thank you, Mistress!” he screamed.

Her stomach clenched.

A fantasy flashed through her mind.

Her core pressed against his face, his screams muffled as she rode his humiliation.

His voice vibrating against her cunt, shaking from the effort of begging her for mercy.

Forcing him to come over and over. Leaving him a ruined mess, slick with his own desperation.

Fuck—

She was coming.

Her thighs shook, her body pressing into his.

His slick, wrecked body quivered beneath her.

And that was it.

The wave hit, stealing her breath, shattering her control.

Pleasure tore through her, leaving her trembling in its wake.

Her fingers dug into his damp skin, riding the last waves of it before, slowly, clarity returned.

She steadied herself.

The room settled back into focus. Her pulse slowed. She exhaled.

What had she done?

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