Page 42 of Bound By Her

They were not supposed to play today. That was the rule. That was the regimen.

But as she took in the way his tan skin pulled taut, Mistress Adria slipped into place effortlessly.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she bent to retrieve his discarded pants. The fabric still warm fromhis body, but her attention was on the thick black belt looped through them.

There was already wetness between her thighs as she slid the belt free.

Focus.

Wrapping the buckle around her hand, she stepped behind him.

His shoulders moved with each breath, just slightly quicker than before. A faint flush dusted his skin—not as stark as Seth’s, but noticeable nonetheless.

She let herself settle.

Adria hadn’t expected to have this sort of exchange so early.

But here they were.

Her fingers curled around the leather.

“I believe as you were leaving Seth’s room, you used the wordbitch.”

Kaydon remained still, but she didn’t miss the flicker of tension at his jaw.

“Now, I know you weren’t referring to me.” Her tone was light, almost teasing. “Because that would be an incredibly disrespectful thing to say to your Mistress.”

Silence.

“But nonetheless, that word is not permitted.”

The belt cut through the air before cracking against his right cheek.

Kaydon tensed, but he made no sound.

No flinch. No shift.

Either he had a high pain tolerance…

Or he had been belted before.

Considering everything she had learned today, she made space for both.

The next swing landed with a sharp crack, slicing below the initial mark. Adria paced around the room, taking her time before settling on his other side. Two more marks mirrored on the left cheek. She stood back,ensuring his testicles were not protruding behind the legs, and wound up for her last two strokes. Just below where the legs meet the ass, a sensitive spot.

On the first strike, the belt left a bright red line. Kaydon sucked in a breath that Adria felt in her core. By the second, there was a tremble in his legs, and Adria felt the solid ground beneath her feet for the first time in weeks.

Trailing her fingers along each mark, a flush crept up Adria’s neck as Kaydon squirmed under her touch. Welts rose where the thin parts of the leather had struck. Six marks. Six administrations he would feel every time he sat for the next few days. The thought made her warm.

She reached around his waist and took hold of him. He was rock hard and sizable. Adria was glad he was facing away, so he didn’t register her surprise. Kaydon groaned when she gave him firmer pressure, and her legs nearly buckled. Oh, he was submissive all right, maybe not all submissive, but where it counted.

A brat?

If he was, it would be a first for her.

Adria pumped over him with her fist and then stopped.

Whispering into the back of his neck, she said, “Lay down on the bed.”

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