Page 6 of Bound By Her

He loved to be dominated. Loved being pushed off his axis.

And Bryson? He knew just how to send him reeling.

Breathing over his neck, he whispered into Kaydon’s ear, “Kneel.”

At the foot of the bed, Bryson guided him, firm hand at his back, until he folded over—torso to mattress, hips up, arms at his sides.

Bryson stood over him, watching his shoulders rise and fall.

The clink of Bryson’s belt being removed was followed by the grind of his zipper. Each article of clothing removed was punctuated with a soft thud. Bryson wanted Kaydon to hear him getting undressed.

Glancing over his shoulder, Bryson checked on Seth, who lay with his eyes half closed, watching them, a relaxed smile drifting across his face.

Lubing up, Bryson grabbed Kaydon’s right arm and pushed it painfully high on his back. Kaydon’s body didn’t offer any resistance.

Bryson said, “You’re so pliable right now. Such a needy slut.”

With his free hand, Bryson gave Kaydon a sharp slap on his ass. Kaydon pressed his face into the mattress, settling in.

Bryson continued to spank him. His hand burned with each contact as electricity thrummed through his body, and he watched Kaydon’s ass turn pink underneath him. Reaching around, he encircled Kaydon’s shaft and squeezed.

Kaydon attempted to hide it, trying to muffle his moan with the comforter, but the sound of his pleasure could not be mistaken.

Bryson clicked his tongue and pressed Kaydon’s right arm up even higher. Kaydon hissed, his body arching, trying to relieve the pressure.

“I like to hear you, remember?” Bryson said.

He waited for the response he knew wouldn’t come. “No? Well, that’s too bad. I was feeling generous today.”

He dropped Kaydon’s arm and pretended to walk away.

“Brys…wait,” Kaydon said, bringing his head up.

Bryson was ready.

With one hand, he parted Kaydon’s ass, and with theother, he grabbed the back of Kaydon’s head. Wrenching his hair back, Kaydon bowed under him. Bryson used this moment to plunge deep into his captive.

“Fuck,” Kaydon yelled out, and Bryson released his grip.

“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Bryson teased.

Moving both his hands to each of Kaydon’s hips, he pounded relentlessly. The tight canal pulsed around his cock, and Bryson had to concentrate on maintaining control.

Kaydon’s guttural moans kept Bryson going, blood rushing to his groin with every sound. Kaydon started to rub his hips against the mattress, a pathetic attempt to gain friction.

“No, you don’t,” Bryson growled, pulling out.

He dragged Kaydon up by the hair, spinning him until they were face-to-face.

For a moment, they just stared at each other—challenging, breathing, burning—before Bryson shoved him back onto the bed and folded Kaydon’s knees up against his chest. The angle shortened his reach, but the friction of his cock dragging over Kaydon’s taint was sharp and deliberate. Bryson didn’t miss how Kaydon’s hand drifted toward his own length.

“Stop,” Bryson snapped.

Kaydon’s eyes flew open, soft surprise turning to a deadly glare.

“You’re gonna be my good little slut today, aren’t you?” Bryson asked, his tone mocking.

“The fuck I am,” Kaydon bit out.

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