Page 124 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

I’m ashamed of myself when I hardly spare a moment to hesitate. “No,” I murmur roughly. “No, I won’t deny you.”

She grins slowly. “Excellent.”

Evidently—and thankfully, because I was really not looking forward to attempting to wriggle my way to her, even though I would have definitely done it—Ezla’s given up on the idea of making me attempt to reach her while bound like this, as she moves my way, giving Tiger a warning look when she reaches his legs. It results in him putting on an atrocious “innocent” look while he attempts to keep his limbs still as she climbs over them. Somehow, though, he manages it, and soon, HC’s before me, smirking cruelly down at my helpless form. “I will certainly be seeing you like this more often. I am truly so excited for all the punishments to come. How do handcuffs sound? We definitely have some in the drawers.”

Coughing at the mental picture as well as her bluntness, I admit quietly, “I’m not opposed, Vengeance. I wouldn’t exactly consider myself the submissive type, but I enjoy anything with you.”

“Good, because I was not asking for permission.”

I snort. “Of course not.”

Pressing her lips together, Ezla puts a mask of sternness on, but I know damn well she’s trying not to smile. I have to resist the urge to demand she let it out. It’s too fucking gorgeous for her to be hiding it from us so much.

“Hands.”

Hungry eyes skimming over her naked body as she dips to get closer to me, I lean forwards without argument. Quiet as she works on the black rope on the wrists bound behind me, I offer up my ankles before she can ask when she’s done, and she places the other rope on the floor beside us before she gets to work on the second.

The moment she’s done, I want to jump on her, but I wait while she collects the rope that she placed beside her so that she has both in her hands as she stands up. Only then do I push myself off the floor, not wanting to put myself so high above her.

Though when she tilts her head back as I stand at my full height, her expression doesn’t become as tight as it once would have. She’s fully aware these days that my brothers and I would never look down on her.

“Tie me up, Cooper.”

Cock jumping, flames crawl over every inch of me. Taking a deep breath, I say in a low tone, “You need to tell me how. I need to do this right.”

She hums, and I take the rope from her when she hands one to me and places the other on the bed behind me. “I will,” she says as she runs a light finger over the grooves left behind on my wrists.

“How do you even know how to tie them, Vengeance?” I ask the question that’s slunk through my mind a few times now since she first used them on Tiger the night of the Halfway Ball. “It’s not . . .”

“No,” she answers my unspoken question. “I did nothing like this with Fa— Joseph. I learned this as I have everything else: textbooks and videos. I like to be well educated on as many topics as possible.”

When she climbs back onto the bed, Scotty smiles at her fondly with a murmured, “My Bonded is so intelligent,” before he moves to the other side of Tate to give me and Ezla room in the middle of the mattress. Taking both ropes with me, I get on the bed and find my place behind her as she settles on her knees.

“Would you like to only tie my wrists, or would you also like to try the body harness?”

I gulp. “The harness, too.” It comes out no better than a rasp.

“In that case . . . Alby.”

From this angle, I can now see my quietest brother as he jumps and blinks up at her as if he’s just been broken from a trance. I’m pretty sure he was, his hazel eyes undoubtably having been fixated on our Bonded’s every move. “Y-y-yes?” he stammers out, his bright red complexion deepening.

“Be a good slut and get one of the longer ropes from the bedside table there,” she instructs.

Eyelids stretching wide, he flicks his eyes to his bound ankles and wrists, then the chest of drawers. “I-I— O-okay.”

Delight is clear all over Vengeance’s face as she watches him while the rest of us shift our gazes between him and her. Well, other than Tate, who can never spare a moment to look away from our woman.

Alby’s whimper is muffled in his throat as he shifts onto his knees before awkwardly turning his body left and shuffling forwards. I’m mostly transfixed by Ezla’s reaction, but I can’t help but steal curious glances my brother’s way to see how he’s getting along. This is what she was going to have me do after all.

When he yelps and topples face-first onto the taalk, I wince. “Fucking hell. I can’t believe you wanted to make me do this,” I mutter. “You’re evil, Vengeance.”

“Thank you.” Gleeful, she doesn’t take her eyes off of Alby as he literally wriggles along the floor, leaning over Tate to see him better with him now lower down. “You are so beautiful, my slut. Such a good puppet. I am so wet for you.”

With a squeak, his arousal drenches the bond.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter beneath my breath. I feel a bit crappy for being too intrigued to look away from the progress he’s making, especially when I can feel his humiliation. And I don’t think I’d be into this—then again, I’m sure HC can get me into everything, no doubt, as long as she’s there—but in no way am I judging Alby with the fact that he seems to get off on the entire experience. It’s as if Ezla’s changing humiliation for him, turning it into something good, something that will only remind him of these moments rather than his time at his training schools.

It’s a miracle when Alby finally makes it to the drawers and manages to get himself back on his knees, and Scotty glances at Ezla for permission to help him when he stares helplessly at the knobless drawer he needs to get into. Being so minimalistic, the glossy black furniture only has small grooves to open each one, and Alby lets out a sigh of relief when Ezla gives a small dip of her chin and Scotty reaches over to hook his fingers in the space and pull it open.