Page 184 of Bound By Her

What could he even say?

He had gone through the motions, played the game, but—he hadn’t truly submitted. Not to her. Not to anyone.

And if Regan tried to fuck him right now, he was certain he would break this goddamn table fighting.

But what about later?

When they were out of this room, this house, her fragile safety bubble?

If he couldn’t do this, could he really protect them?

Adria’s voice slipped through his spiraling thoughts. “Whatever happens in this room, you are stronger than it.”

The words pierced through his fear.

Stronger than it.

It was what he had said to her. That day in her bedroom.

He swallowed hard.

She believed in him.

She leaned closer, her breath ghosting over his ear.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to your brothers.”

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, squeezing.

“And I know they are in excellent hands with you.”

She pulled back, her voice a whisper only for him—a secret between them.

“Show them you can take care of them.”

And then, just like that, she was gone.

Floating away like she hadn’t just shattered his entire world.

“The floor is yours,” she said to Regan.

Regan said, “Number two, you are going to take number three from behind while I belt you.”

Bryson relaxed further. She wasn’t going to ask Regan to fuck him.

“Girls, take number one over there, and give him his reward,” Adria said.

Figures moved past him, their steps deliberate.

And then—strategically placed in his line of sight, was Seth.

Bryson’s breath hitched as Seth was pushed against the wall.

The girls descended on him like predators on prey, taking their time, teasing him, playing with him.

Seth’s eyes were shut at first. His lips parted, chest rising, lost in the sensations.

But then—as if he felt Bryson’s gaze—his eyes snapped open.

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