Page 109 of Bound By Her

A moan spilled from her lips. Her skin burned under the icy water. But the shiver wracking her body had nothing to do with the cold.

Her mind spiraled deeper, envisioning Bryson leashed.

Collared.

She yanked the chain, forcing him to crawl between her legs.

The water echoed around her as her moans grew louder.

She could feel it—the warmth of his breath.

The slick heat of his tongue pressing inside her.

Exploring.

Tasting.

She slammed the dildo deeper.

Tension twisting at the base of her spine, heat coalescing between her legs.

She was close.

The dam broke.

Pleasure detonated through her, so hard it was almost painful.

A strangled cry escaped her lips.

Her body shook, her hands grasping at the showerhead for support.

Still, she didn’t stop.

Her fingers moved with feverish desperation, the next orgasm already ripping through her like a freight train.

Wave after wave, her body wrecked itself beneath the relentless intensity.

Finally, shesankonto the tile floor, utterly spent.

Breath heaving.

Water dripping down her trembling limbs.

She reached out, fingers finding the knob, and shut off the water.

A slow, spreading calm blooming in her chest.

Her body felt light.

She basked in it.

Bryson had hit subspace all right.

But even then, even in that haze, he had fought her.

She had forced every ounce of his submission.

And it shouldn’t have turned her on.

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