Page 111 of Bound By Her

He wasn’t sensitive to violence, but to see the only family he had left fighting. It was obviously triggering.

Seth ran his hands across some of the floggers, fingers running along the leather. His hands gripped the handle of the paddle, and Bryson’s dick jumped.

“She hasn’t brought me into this room,” Seth said.

Was that disappointment in his voice?

Bryson winced as he tried to sit up. His entire body was beyond sore. “It’s not as fun as it looks.”

“I could handle it.” Seth’s voice was firm.

Bryson met his eyes and held the contact. “Of course you could.”

“You say that, and for some reason, I still get the kid gloves.”

“No, you don?—”

“Yes, I do. You think Kaydon can handle more than me.”

Bryson shook his head. “Kaydon is…”

“Stronger?”

“Bigger,” Bryson countered.

“Adria says size doesn’t matter.”

“What does that bitch know?”

A loud crash came from the wall behind him, and Bryson realized Seth had thrown the paddle at him. Narrowly missing his face, it clattered into the back wall.

“Did you finally get your turn to be her whore last night?” Seth asked, tears in his eyes.

Bryson hated himself. Hated that he hurt him.

Seth grabbed another paddle from the wall.

“Stop.”

Seth threw it. Ready this time, Bryson caught it easily.

“Seth, stop it.” He put more edge to his voice, and Seth wavered.

“Or what? Are you going to hit me like Kaydon?”

Bryson’s monitor vibrated.

Just a few more minutes.

“Hitting Kaydon was a mistake,” he said.

“Right, a mistake you will never make again, and you’re sorry.”

He went to throw another object, but Bryson slapped it out of the way. Ignoring the pain in his back and ass, he moved swiftly towards Seth. Adria or Eric would be there at any moment, and he needed to get this taken care of.

Seth fought him, screaming, and Bryson wrestled him down until he was completely wrapped up in his arms and legs.

“Let go of me,” Seth yelled, squirming in his grip. “Fuck you!”

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