Page 180 of Bound By Her

The red silicone pressing against his lips, and sheguided it into place, her fingers brushing against his jaw, his pulse hammering beneath her touch.

He held still. He let her.

Tugging the strap, she secured it tight.

Adria tested the placement, knowing that soon, Bryson would be a drooling, pathetic mess—and he knew it.

The look in his eyes nearly shattered her resolve.

A flicker of hurt.

A glimmer of something deep, unspoken.

But she couldn’t stop now.

Her palm met his cheek in a sharp, ringing slap.

Once.

Twice.

By the third, the sadness had burned away, leaving only fire.

There he was.

His nostrils flared, his jaw tightening against the gag. Anger, defiance—arousal.

This was where she needed him.

Adria ran her fingers through Natalia’s hair, nails grazing the delicate skin at her nape. Natalia sighed, tilting into her touch, soft and pliant.

The contrast between them was stark.

One, a trembling, obedient offering.

The other, a caged beast, barely leashed.

The truth was, Bryson had far exceeded her expectations.

The way he handled Natalia was ungodly hot.

No one had the right to be that intuitive.

Bryson barely knew her, but he had read her like a book, played her like a finely tuned instrument.

And Adria had barely held herself together watching.

She forced herself to refocus.

Loretta assured her that Regan could rival Bryson’s performance.

She could only hope she was right.

“Number three, go kneel next to Regan. Follow him wherever he goes. Maybe you can learn something about getting our sweet little submissive to come.”

Bryson stood still for a moment, letting the order hang in the air between them.

“Every moment you refuse to submit to me will be ten minutes that I give Regan to punish you.”

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