It's already over for her.

Becca yelped and tried to pull away, but Brad proved more than capable of handling her. With her wrists already encircled with rope, he had all the leverage he needed to keep her in place.

Without being too gentle about it, he looped the doubled rope from her wrists around her arms to the front, and back around the other arm to the rope at the wrists, then looped it and pulled back the other way. He worked quickly and smoothly, each pass of the rope stripping a little of Becca's mobility.

The ropes framed her breasts like a bra, similarly to how he had done with Sabrina, except that the brunette had a lot more to put on display. Having chosen to wear a sundress, Becca hadn't felt the need to wear a bra when she'd gotten dressed that morning. The process of being bound left her feeling exposed enough that she wished she'd donned one.

It didn't take long before Brad locked his tie in place and turned the scowling Becca to face him.

"You'd better let me go, you big—"

Her vision became fireworks as a sharp jolt of pain shot through her face. It took her a moment to register that he'd slapped her. No one had ever slapped her before. It hurt, but it was the shock of it that shut her up. Her whole system was shaken for a moment.

"You know I've always wanted to do that." Brad said with an irritatingly amused grin. "The look on your face. I should have done it ages ago."

Becca felt Sabrina's eyes on them, watching. It burned Becca up that she had to endure this treatment with an audience. She'd always been careful to present herself as strong, confident, and commanding. The alpha female. Her anger flared and she struggled against the ropes in a useless attempt to free her arms. "You assho—"

The second slap was worse. A blinding sting exploded across her face and by the time she regained her senses she had been **** to the floor on her belly. Brad was already securing a coil of ropes around her thighs, lashing then together.