Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
A hickie? It had been a long time since she’d had one of those. Not since high school when they’d fumbled around, learning what they liked, what made her hot. They’d teased that if one of them put a mark on her, the other needed equal time, space on her skin.
Tristan was taking his the way Aidan had.
She might end up covered in reminders of the night, and unlike high school, she didn’t think she would hide them now. She would enjoy them.
Tristan released her neck and stepped back and to the side so his body was no longer blocking the audience’s view of her.
“We’re going to play a game now. It’s not a thing I would do if we hadn’t played like this many times before. Our beautiful submissive is damn-near perfect, so we have to get creative when we want her to earn her punishments. By nature she wouldn’t ever earn a single one.” His expression changed, turning dark and dominant. The top was in the house. “On your knees, sub.”
Carys blinked at him, looked first left, then right, at the cuffs and straps, and back to him, arching a brow. They had played these kinds of games before. Usually when she needed to really unleash tension. Tris would come up with wicked games, giving her orders she couldn’t possibly obey. It was something he did when she couldn’t ask for what she needed.
Did she trust him enough to play like this with him?
Tristan crossed his arms over his big, muscled chest, staring at her like he could force her to do his will. Against all the rules of science.
Aidan slapped her ass. “He gave you an order, sub.”
There was still a chance he wasn’t playing a game. The apparatus was a large, upright rectangle made out of heavy galvanized piping that screwed together. It was about nine feet tall and six feet wide and looked like a demented doorway, or the frame for a photo backdrop.
It was clear either Gabe or Cooper had been to Home Depot again.
It could have breakaway pins. During play of this kind, sometimes they would use breakaway pins. All the sub would have to do was apply enough pressure and the restraints attached over her head would come out of place and she would be free.
Carys turned her head up, trying to examine the latch and connectors that bound her cuffs to the straps looped over the frame, but between the lights and the angle, she couldn’t see the metal tube-like piece that would separate when the correct amount of force was applied.
This could be a part of Tristan’s plan. He might want her to demonstrate how the breakaway pins worked and get her on her knees at the same time. It would put her in a good position to suck his cock. Would he order her to suck him while Aidan spanked her ass? As plans went, she didn’t hate it.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and started to kneel, expecting the pins to move as she put more weight on the cuffs.
Her knees never made it to the stage. Carys’s shoulders and wrists protested as the restraints pulled taut. She grunted in a combination of discomfort and surprise as her body weight hung on her wrists, her knees a good twenty 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 the hardware of the cuff, and yanked. Hard. She wasn’t weak. She’d proven it earlier. While she didn’t work out as intensely as her cousins did, she was strong.
Carys yanked on the cuffs, listening for that cracking sound of the breakaway pin snapping.
Nothing happened except her wrists hurt.
She shifted to the side, bringing her wrist as close to her face as she could.
No breakaway pin.
Aidan chuckled behind her. “Did you think we put breakaway pins 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 back and then winced. “Sir.”
Tristan arched a brow. “I didn’t tell you there were breakaways.”
He was on her in the next breath. His hands gripped her hips, 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 metal hardware 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 to help you push through when you were locked down. It reminded you there are things you can’t control. I was good at getting you through all the stress and tension. This was one of the ways we played, but, baby, I also know this is how I treated you in real life. I put you in a position where you couldn’t win. I need you to know I understand the difference. This is the place to play the hardass Dom, when it’s your pleasure and relaxation on the line. Not when it’s your heart.”