Page 172 of Indulge
“Good girl.”
I flip her over, her hair spilling across the sheets as I take her hands behind her back.
“Rowan, get me a tie.”
He nods, slides off the bed, and rummages through the drawers. A navy one sails through the air. I catch it with one hand and loop it around her wrists, tightening just enough to hold her still.
“Is it okay like that, Princess?”
She turns her head, watching me—then glances toward Rowan. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes dark, jaw tight.
“You’re about to cry out my name. Look at me, baby. Not him. If you behave, I’ll allow him to join in when we get to the reward part.”
Her eyes light up.
“Ass in the air.”
She obeys instantly.
Before I do anything, I trail my palms along the inside of her thighs, pushing his come back in.
“You’re dripping fuckin’ wet. Such a filthy little slut for us, aren’t ya?”
She nods, breathless. “So bad.”
“Yeah, you are.”
I bring my hand down hard on her ass. The sound cracks through the room. She cries out, and it’s beautiful.
“Count,” I command.
“One,” she squeaks.
I rub the reddening skin, then strike again.
“Two,” she screams.
“You’re doing beautifully. Two more. Then I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”
I hold my hand out to Rowan. He passes me my black leather belt.
“Rowan’s watching, Bella. He’s seeing how well you behave for me. Our good girl, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she pants.
The belt whistles through the air and lands across her flesh. She sobs, crying out the number, and I lean forward, pressing the tip of my cock against her pussy.
“Please, sir. Please, fuck me. I need you.”
Without a word, I thrust inside.
“Fuck.” I grunt.
“You’re perfect, Bella. You’re taking me so damn well.”
I don’t let up. Her moans spiral, wild and desperate, matching mine.
“I-I need to come,” she begs.
