Page 70 of Sweet Little Spies

Aidan slapped her ass. “He gave you an order, sub.”

There was still a chance he wasn’t playing a game. Theapparatus was a large, upright rectangle made out of heavy galvanized pipingthat screwed together. It was about nine feet tall and six feet wide and lookedlike a demented doorway, or the frame for a photo backdrop.

It was clear either Gabe or Cooper had been to Home Depotagain.

It could have breakaway pins. During play of this kind,sometimes they would use breakaway pins. All the sub would have to do was applyenough pressure and the restraints attached over her head would come out ofplace and she would be free.

Carys turned her head up, trying to examine the latch andconnectors that bound her cuffs to the straps looped over the frame, butbetween the lights and the angle, she couldn’t see the metal tube-like piecethat would separate when the correct amount of force was applied.

This could be a part of Tristan’s plan. He might want her todemonstrate how the breakaway pins worked and get her on her knees at the sametime. It would put her in a good position to suck his cock. Would he order herto suck him while Aidan spanked her ass? As plans went, she didn’t hate it.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and started to kneel, expecting thepins to move as she put more weight on the cuffs.

Her knees never made it to the stage. Carys’s shoulders andwrists protested as the restraints pulled taut. She grunted in a combination ofdiscomfort and surprise as her body weight hung on her wrists, her knees a goodtwenty centimeters from the stage.

“Problem, sub?”

She awkwardly got her feet under her, shaking out her arms.“No, Sir. I just need a moment.”

Bracing her feet, she twisted her wrists, gripping thehardware of the cuff, and yanked. Hard. She wasn’t weak. She’d proven itearlier. While she didn’t work out as intensely as her cousins did, she wasstrong.

Carys yanked on the cuffs, listening for that cracking soundof the breakaway pin snapping.

Nothing happened except her wrists hurt.

She shifted to the side, bringing her wrist as close to herface as she could.

No breakaway pin.

Aidan chuckled behind her. “Did you think we put breakawaypins in? You’re not a newbie, baby. You don’t need them.”

“I do if I’m supposed to get to my knees,” she argued backand then winced. “Sir.”

Tristan arched a brow. “I didn’t tell you there werebreakaways.”

He was on her in the next breath. His hands gripped herhips, jerking her forward. Carys inhaled sharply.

“I gave you an order, sub. I expect to be obeyed.”

“I literally can’t.” She waved her arms, making the metalhardware and chains clank. “Sir, do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

“I think you need to feel everything tonight. This used tohelp you push through when you were locked down. It reminded you there arethings you can’t control. I was good at getting you through all the stress andtension. This was one of the ways we played, but, baby, I also know this is howI treated you in real life. I put you in a position where you couldn’t win. Ineed you to know I understand the difference. This is the place to play thehardass Dom, when it’s your pleasure and relaxation on the line. Not when it’syour heart.”

Tears pierced her eyes. It was a perverse way to apologize,but this was a connection she hadn’t felt in so long. If they could get backthis piece of themselves, could they have it all?

“If you can’t trust me, I understand,” he whispered. “We cantry this another way. But I need you to know I’m never going to stop trying.”

She’d always found this type of play frustrating and oddlyfreeing. It was a game, one where the goal was sexual satisfaction. And oftenemotional release. “I think we should give the newbies a good show.”

Tristan leaned in, brushing his mouth over hers. “Thank you,love. Don’t hesitate to use your safe word if it gets too much. This is play,and it’s for you. If it doesn’t work, we try something new.” He leaned back,his eyes going hard. “That’s twice now you haven’t called me Sir.”

And they were doing high protocol.

Carys knew her eyes went wide before she dropped her gaze.Shit. She’d walked right into that.

Did she need this excuse? Had they decided to put her in acorner in order to give her what she needed? He promised to make her scream.She’d thought it would be in pleasure, but what if what she needed was torelease the poison in her system?

His words had already done some of the work. He knew whathe’d done. He took accountability. It made it easier to sink into this rolethey wanted her to play.

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