Page 190 of Bound By Her

Regan complied, fingers clasping tightly together.

Adria crossed her arms, watching. Assessing.

“Crawl over here. Just as you are.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he obeyed.

The sight of it sent a dark thrill whirling through her. He inched forward, moving slow, awkward in the position, but he didn’t dare falter.

When he was close enough, she lifted a foot and placed the sharp stem of her heel into the center of his shoulder blade.

Regan flinched.

His face pressed further into the floor, his back arching in an instinctual attempt to escape the pressure.

Adria pushed harder.

“You will learn something very quickly,” she murmured, her voice smooth. Cold. “Submissives are not machines.”

Regan’s hands flexed behind his back, his entire body tense.

“They are not wind-up toys that you direct and let go.”

She shifted her weight. The heel digging deeper.

Regan sucked in a breath. His muscles shuddered.

“Each person has their own mechanisms that make them tick. For instance, one might thrive under praise but despise pain.”

Her heel jabbed deeper.

He cried out.

“Another might learn with praise. But learn quicker with pain.”

A thin, crimson bead of blood pooled beneath her heel.

Regan groaned, his head bowing lower. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

The words were right.

But the tone was wrong.

Adria bent at the waist, resting her elbow lightly on her knee, tilting her head.

The movement shifted all her weight onto the heel.

Regan gasped. His entire body trembling beneath her.

She leaned in, her lips a breath away from his ear. Soft. Deadly.

“The next time you think you know better than me in my house…”

She let the words settle.

Let the moment stretch.

Then—she twisted her foot just enough for him to feel it.

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