Page 68 of Bound By Her

He stopped outside her office.

A sharpcracksplit the air.

Bryson moved closer, careful, silent.

Then he saw.

Seth, prostrate on a golden rug, hands bound behindhis back. His bare chest heaved, and a blindfold covered his eyes.

Adria stood over him, her dark heel dragging slowly along the inside of Seth’s thighs.

Bryson’s breath caught.

She was wrapped in a tight, red vinyl suit, her curves accentuated in a way that made his stomach twist.

Completely naked, Seth looked fucking wrecked.

His swollen lips parted, a low groan escaping as the point of her shoe crept higher.

Bryson went instantly hard.

Seth had that effect on him.

Such a cocky hotshot outside the bedroom—he always looked deliciously pathetic in it.

Adria’s voice wrapped around the room like silk.

“Such a good boy today, hmm?”

Seth’s breath hitched. “Yes, Mistress.”

Bryson scowled.

The word sat wrong in his chest.

An honorific was earned, not manipulated out of someone.

Something the demon witch would never understand.

Adria’s angle shifted, the sharp point of her shoe pressing into the soft flesh of Seth’s inner thigh.

Seth whimpered, struggling to stay in place.

"Hold still, little one."

Seth obeyed instantly.

Bryson watched as she toyed with him, her shoe grazing his skin, testing his control.

And Seth panted for it.

Then, Adria lifted her foot, bringing the leather to his lips.

Seth lavished the shoe in kisses.

Bryson rolled his eyes.

He wasn’t mad at Seth—Seth was clearly enjoying himself.

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