Page 69 of Bound By Her

He just didn’t get the appeal.

Adria’s voice cut through the air.

“We have a guest.”

Forgetting the blindfold, Seth’s head jerked toward the sound.

Crack.

The crop landed.

Seth cried out.

Bryson stared.

They weren’t supposed to look.

Adria reminded them regularly that when sold, they would be expected to avert their eyes.

Submissives don’t get privileges.

Not unless their Dominant grants them.

But Bryson wasn’t a submissive.

And no contract could make him one.

So, he looked at her.

And she looked back.

Her black hair was secured in a tight bun. Her lips painted a deep, commanding red.

Her stare was steady. Assessing.

He wondered if she ever tired of being so put together.

If she ever just let the mask slip.

If he were Kaydon, maybe she’d invite him in.

Not that hewantedto be invited.

They stood there, locked in silent battle. Two opponents sizing each other up.

Bryson had underestimated her.

Round one to Adria.

But it wouldn’t happen again.

Seth whimpered beneath her. The sounds clawed at Bryson’s restraint, his own body betraying him.

Fuck.

If he stayed, she’d see.

He turned, giving her his best sneer before stalkingaway.

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