Page 140 of Bound By Her

“Moving already. I thought your pain tolerance was higher.”

At the challenge, he stilled.

The leather handle was light in her hand, and the tendrils rotated and slapped into his flesh with devilish accuracy.

After several minutes, a noise came from his lips, and he tensed. Clenching his fists, he hunched his shoulders, trying to endure. She moved to his upper back, beating the area flat with the flogger, forcing him to hold the position.

She was laser focused on Bryson. His breath, the color of his skin, the tension in his face and eyes. The pulland connection was so strong she got lost in it. When she finally came up for air, his shoulders were a deep pink and his ass was red.

Adria had only a vague awareness of her audience. Her attention fixed on Bryson.

Brushing her finger along his bottom lip, she felt a rush of warmth as she pressed her thumb into his mouth, savoring the sensation of his gentle suck followed by the graze of his teeth. A symphony of sounds surrounded her as his eyelashes fluttered open, revealing his beautiful brown eyes.

A loud clattering from the table and the room came to abrupt focus.

She looked up. Jonathan was fuming. His hands balling into fists on the table. His face tight and red. His control was slipping. His eyes narrowed in on her, and he wordlessly ordered her to stop.

From deep inside herself she found the strength to look back at him. She wasnotthe girl he remembered.

Moving to her bag, she pulled out the one item she never thought she would use with Bryson.

Adjusting the leather clasps, like a well-worn coat she moved easily into her harness.

Jonathan’s face told her to stop, but the fear he once held didn’t touch her.

She had the option to choose. She could have run; she could have remained silent. But she had chosen to protect them. The three of them were actively working to harm her, and she had stepped between them and her worst nightmare. Because they were her submissives, and that was who she was.

It might look like she had chosen them, but in that moment, she had chosen herself. She hadn’t decayed like her father. When push came to shove, she protected. And that made her better than her father in every way.

The realization was freeing.

Strap-on in place, she abandoned the leather flogger, opting instead for an intricately woven dragon tail whip. Bryson’s thighs clenched together as she took turns hitting a spot under his butt cheeks. The sweet spot, as it was known in the BDSM community. Red welts bloomed beautifully with each hit, and she put more power into the final two.

Bryson’s shoulders heaved onto the bench, and his eyes squeezed shut.

Putting some lube on her thumb, she pressed into his tight hole. He was rock hard, but his body was tight against hers. She rubbed his anus with the pad of her thumb until his muscles relaxed. She continued until he was pushing against her. Silently begging her to go deeper. Adria pressed into him up to her knuckle.

“Spread your legs.”

His feet moved apart.

“Wider.”

He moved again, and she rewarded him by pressing her finger deeper. A soft breath fell from his smart mouth.

She teased him, fucking his hole with her thumb until he was dripping in front of her. Moving to his side, she tapped the back of his balls with the dragon tail’s handle.

“How many do you think you deserve for your behavior today?”

He shook his head.

She smiled, knowing how much he desperately wanted to say something smart.

“Pick too low and I’ll double it,” she said.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

“How many?” she said again, louder.

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