Page 168 of Bound By Her

“Your father did these?” she said, moving onto the second.

It was a circle of cigarette burns. Nine in total. His father had given them to him on his eleventh birthday, after Bryson had said something disparaging against the families.

He nodded. Normally he was ashamed of his father’s punishments, but for some reason he wasn’t with her.

She moved to the next one and nicked it, and the next one. Bryson’s chest squeezed, and he watched her face asshe meticulously cut each of his father’s abuse marks. Claiming them as her own.

They were shallow; Bryson doubted they would bleed for long. Nothing she had done would leave any permanent marks, but with each cut, he felt his grip on reality loosening.

Felt himself wanting her to mark him.

To claim him.

“You like the pain?”

“Yes,” he whispered into the space they had created.

“You like it when I make you?” Her voice was thick with lust.

“Yes.” His voice breathy

“You want to be what I want, what I need?”

“Yes, yes.”

Whatever she fucking needed, Bryson would be it.

And then she was gone, her weight and warmth moving away from him, and his body broke out in a chill.

“Shhhhh, I’m here, baby.”

He moved his gaze to the chair that sat to the right of the bed. In another reality, he had been there. Just a few hours ago. Watching a small pile of blankets breathe. Now she loomed over him, her eyes wild.

A soft hum of vibration forced him to focus.

Bryson wanted to cry; she was pleasuring herself with a vibrator.

“Fuck, Adria, let me, please.”

Well past begging. He felt deranged.

She threw her head back in pleasure, before bringing her gaze level with his. “All you have to do is say you’re done, darling, and all this will end. We can fuck right here right now.”

Bryson squeezed his eyes shut. This was not happening. His belly was wet. His pre-cum mixed with the lingering wetness she had left behind.

His cock still dripping.

All he wanted in the world was to fuck her.

Except, now there was something he wanted more.

“Good boys get fucked when their Master or Mistress decides. They come when they are allowed to. You want to be trained by the best. Well, either quit now, or buckle up.”

The vibration sounds increased, and he groaned. She was going to kill him.

“Open your eyes, watch me.” Her demand was punctuated by a sharp slap to his thigh. Bryson did as he was told, maybe a stiff breeze would come through the window. He was certain any sensation at this point would set him off.

He watched as she fucked herself with that toy, her fingers curling around it, while the other hand gripped the armrest. Tighter and tighter, she held it until finally her head rolled back and she screamed.

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