Page 114 of Bound By Her

Bryson bit harder, and Seth kicked beneath him.

Until a cry ripped from Seth’s lips.

Then Bryson pulled back, satisfaction curling through him as he admired the deep red mark blooming on Seth’s skin.

A claim.

“Whose are you?” Bryson murmured, tongue licking over the wound.

There was no hesitation.

Seth breathed the answer like a confession. “Yours.”

A pulse of warmth spread through Bryson’s chest.

Damn. That felt good.

Seth would wear that forweeks.

Removing Seth’s pants, Bryson trailed his free hand over the curve of his ass, his fingers lingering, appreciating the way Seth’s body reacted.

He was already waiting for him.

Already ready.

“Do not move.”

Bryson’s voice was sharp, and Seth’s body stilled at the command.

Barely breathing.

Bryson let him go and perused the room, looking at it fully for the first time. Adria had an impressive collection.

In the far-left corner, was a tall, skinny fridge. Opening it, there was a large assortment of drinks, candy,and in the door panel, a collection of irritants. Scanning the items, Bryson settled on some fermented ginger. After selecting a few more implements from the wall, Bryson was ready to play.

Seth had not moved. His hands were still obediently clasped behind his back, his knees on the floor, ass in the air.

Bryson fastened the leather cuffs around Seth’s wrists, tight, securing them firmly behind his back.

Next, he reached for the spreader bar.

One click.

Two.

Three.

Seth’s legs stretching apart, forced to accommodate the widening steel. His body tensing at the intrusion, his thighs straining as the position arched his back and lifted his delicious little ass higher.

Bryson dragged his palm down the curve of Seth’s ass, feeling the heat of his skin.

Crack.

A hard slap, palm stinging against Seth’s tender flesh.

Another. A matching red handprint bloomed across his cheeks.

Bryson spread him open. Licked his ring finger and pressed in.

---