Page 67 of Bully

“What are you doing?” She sat up on her elbows, watching me cautiously as I grabbed what I needed and stalked back over to the bed with my loot.

The pile of things made an interesting combination and when she saw them, she tried to scurry away from me, but I expected that move and caught her before she made it to the floor. I had both of her wrists tied to the top corners of the bedposts with minimal effort, but her ankles were proving to be harder to capture as she kicked them at my face repeatedly.

“Stay still.” I barked. “It’s my turn to play.”

“Fuck you, asshat!” She cursed, landing a blow to my face and wincing when her toes cracked under the impact. “Ow!”

“Should have just been a good girl and done what I said the first time.” I chided, tying one of her ankles to the corner and getting the second one restrained, leaving her in a starfish position on her back. “Good girls get to come faster than bad girls.”

“This was supposed to be about you! To settle the score!” She screeched when I wrapped one of the leather cuffs around her thighs and she could not resist, though she tried to shake me off the best she could. She had so much fight in her, it made my dick hard again.

Already. Who knew that was possible.

“That was the plan until you fucked me in the ass, you monster.” I accused, even though I didn’t feel that way in the least. “Now it’s time for me to be the Bully you hate, all over again. I can’t stand being the good boy you made me into.”

“You fucking cock twit!” She screamed as I attached the second leather cuff to her other thigh. When I lifted the Hitachi wand in the air and turned it on she balked again, fighting like a wildcat caught in a trap as I fastened it into the cuffs, laying the vibrating head directly onto her clit, even going as far as spreading her pretty pink lips to make sure it had direct contact.

Her body twisted in pleasure, arching off the bed as she let out a guttural moan, completely at my mercy.

“Now,” I stood up and clapped my hands together before retrieving my last trick for the night and standing over her. “We’re going to play a game. A game ofquestions.” I announced, and her face whitened even as her hips writhed against the toy she couldn’t escape. “If you answer all of my questions, I’ll reward you.” I kneeled between her spread thighs and brought the satchel of clamps out from behind my back. “If you refuse, or lie, you’ll receive a punishment.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” She cried and then her back bowed off the bed as she orgasmed, screaming my name as she climaxed in surprise. When she opened her eyes again, I could tell she was expecting me to admonish her for coming without permission, like she would have done to me. But I just smiled down at her sinisterly.

“Oh, did you expect me to withhold pleasure from you, Rainbow?” I tightened my lips disappointingly with a shake of my head. “See, you think I’m a sadist or just a surly cold Englishman, but in reality I’m a depraved monster who loves to make you come.” Her back bowed again as the toy brought her closer to another painful precipice of pleasure. “I hope you’re comfortable there, Love. Because you’re going to be my little toy for a very long time tonight. I can only imagine how many times you’ll orgasm for me before the sun comes up.”

“I hate you.” She hissed, biting her lips to stifle the moan that leaked through them.

“I know.” I whispered, leaning over her and attaching one of the clamps to her hard nipple, and nearly salivating at the scream she gave me in response. “And I fucking love that.”

Chapter 27 – Tamen

“Whatexactlyisyourplan here?” Dane asked with a bored expression from the passenger seat.

“You don’t need to know, because you’re not coming in.” I repeated for the fifteenth time since he ambushed me outside of my hotel, getting in my car. If I had been in London, I would be on my bike and there would have been no room for him to tag along. Despite England’s reputation for unpredictable weather, Boston’s was even more erratic; the constant change made it impossible to ride, and I yearned for the open road on my bike.

“This is a revenge hit, isn’t it?” Dane pried, eyeing me. “Those hardly ever go well, brother.”

I hated when he called me that. We weren’t brothers, not anymore. The time for that was long past, which made his intrusion into my life even more annoying. “It’s not revenge. It’s simply finishing something I couldn’t last time.”

“So, who is it?” He moved forward like I hadn’t tried dismissing him at every turn.

“Don’t you have a wife you should be spending your time with this evening, instead of bothering me?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “She’s busy with Liv and the kids. They’re having a whole evening at Hartington, complete with bounce houses, a chocolate fountain and endless martinis courtesy of Mrs. Straight’s impeccable ability to host a party. I think there was even a cotton candy machine.”

“So, you ran away from a happy house to sit in my dark car and annoy me?”

“No, I saw that I wasn’t needed there, so I left to find something else to do.”

“I don’t need you.” I snapped back, firmer than I should have. His answering sigh nearly gave him the entrance needed to slide into some brotherly role of wisdom and support that I wasn’t interested in. “It’s a simple in and out job, no assistance required.”

“Bummer.” An intrusive voice whispered from outside of the car as a dark bear leaned down into my open window. “I was promised fun.”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I cried out, slapping my wheel and glaring at my brother and then over to Maddox where he squatted next to my car. “This isn’t a field trip for bored house husbands.”

“Good.” Maddox shrugged, “I’m not a husband.”

“Yet.” Dane smirked, and I rolled my eyes and slammed my head back into my seat.

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