Page 255 of Bound By Her

Bryson ran his fingers along her middle. On her right thigh was a tattoo of small white flowers with yellow centers.

“Are you saying you only wanted to do this because you thought I was with someone else? I mean, besides my brothers? Another girl?” Bryson’s lips twitched as he said it.

“I’m aware I’m fucked up,” she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

Pulling at her arms, she relaxed, revealing her cute little face. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, leaning down to give her another kiss. His body flared to life as her lips parted, allowing him in like she had before. But this time, it was slow.

Every time Adria tried to pull him in or rush him, Bryson pulled away, kissing and licking her until she squirmed under him.

“I thought you were going to let me have control,” she pouted.

He gave her a wicked grin. “Let you? Gorgeous, I don’t fall easy, you’re gonna have to take it.”

She licked her lips and sucked in a breath before her eyes narrowed. Her hand pushed hard on his chest, but he didn’t give her an inch. He didn’t have to pretend with her. Didn’t have to give her control.

Adria could take it, all on her own.

Not missing a beat, her hand shot out, grabbing his hardening cock. Her fingernails digging into his balls, and Bryson had to bite down on his lip to keep from crying out.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” she said.

“Those are my sounds. I earned them,” she said, giving him a twist.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, as pain and pleasure ripped through him.

“Get off of me, handsome, and I might go easy on you,” she said.

Bryson moved off of her, which was difficult as her hand didn’t leave him.

“Go, sit on the chair.”

It didn’t take long before Bryson’s ankles and arms were tied to the wooden chair beneath him.

“Red, yellow and green,” Adria said, her hand snaking around his throat, pulling his gaze to hers.

“I won’t need them,” he said, certain.

“But you know what they are and how to use them?” she said.

He nodded.

She slapped him hard across the face, and he got the message. “Green means go, yellow is slow, and red means stop,” he said, feeling his cheek flush from the impact.

She nodded, satisfied.

It was a signal. Her giving him safe words meant he no longer belonged to her by contract. When they played now, it was because they both chose to.

Stradling him, she lowered herself, arms around his neck, moving her hips until his tip was just at her entrance.

“I don’t want anything between us either. I’ve been tested, and I’m on birth control. But if you want, I can get a condom.”

Bryson couldn’t think of anything he wanted less. “No.” His voice was gravel, and his arms strained against the ropes, dying to be wrapped around her.

She lowered herself a fraction of an inch, and Bryson’s hips flexed, trying to thrust into her.

“Freeze.”

Her voice not only held him in place, but the command moved through him, touching his body in all the right places.

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