Page 219 of Bound By Her

A knife flashed in front of Bryson’s face, and in asecond his bonds were cut free. Staying kneeling, he rubbed his wrists, raw from fighting.

Adria sat down on the bed directly in front of him. “You expect me to believe you want to serve under me?”

She leveled him with a serious stare, one he doubted many men carried with her.

The question caught him off guard. He did care about her; he wanted to help her, protect her. Wasn’t that enough?

She took in his face, his indecision obvious.

“You want to serve with me?” she asked. “Above me?”

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

“We want to workwithyou,” Kaydon said.

She held up a finger. “I want to hear it from your brother.”

Bryson’s mind went blank.

What the fuck did he want? Why couldn’t he just talk to her?

“Okay, I get it. Words are hard. Let’s put it to a test instead,” she said, rounding the bed.

Beckoning both Kaydon and Seth, she positioned them on all fours. Pushing their faces into the mattress, asses up. Bryson’s arousal was now painful. His body screaming for contact. Rough or otherwise, but preferably rough.

Seeing Seth and Kaydon, on all fours on the bed, their erections bobbing with each shift of the mattress, Bryson thought he might break from the weight of it.

He watched as her soft hands expertly caressed the two of them. Each of them receiving their own personalized attention. Seth got the feathery pads of her fingers, swirling down the small of his back, while Kaydon got her nails raking up his ribs.

Bryson could practically feel her touch on him. She would use her entire palm, pausing on all his sensitiveareas. She would confuse him, keep him off balance, until a hard pinch would cause him to cry out.

But instead, he was left to kneel there naked, dripping and trembling.

“Keep your eyes on us and don’t move,” Adria ordered.

Sitting on her chair, she laced up her thigh-high leather boots and stood tall, in nothing but the boots and a robe.

Adria walked to the closet and stalked back into the room, a long leather belt dragging behind her.

Bryson sucked in a breath. Fuck, she was radiant.

The soft silk delicately touching her, accentuating her every contour. As she stood there, Bryson strained to be near her. The vibrant hues of her tattoos harmoniously enhanced her beauty, adding an artistic allure to her already mesmerizing presence.

She was always wearing long sleeves to hide her tattoos and ascension scars, but Bryson didn’t understand why. He especially liked the large angel on her right bicep, holding a dagger above her head.

The belt came down suddenly with a crack. Seth jumped, but judging by how Kaydon pushed his face into the mattress it was him that was struck. Bryson’s assumptions were confirmed when a crimson-red mark bloomed across Kaydon’s backside.

Seth was next. Adria moved between the two of them until their red thighs pressed together and muffled noises went into the comforter. To both Seth and Kaydon’s credit, neither of them moved or shied away from the punishment.

Bryson felt adrift.

His brothers were prostrated shoulder-to-shoulder, they bore her marks, but he was just a spectator. Alone.

The belt fell to the floor, and Adria ran her fingers over their tender flesh.

A whine escaped Bryson’s lips.

A fucking whine.

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