Page 103 of Delicious Surrender

“I told you I wanted to see you writhe and pull against these restraints. I control everything, sweetheart, including when you come, and when you get released.”

Brynne sighed dramatically. “If you don’t let me come soon, I may perish.”

“Mmm. So impatient.” The bed dipped again, and she could feel the heat of his body next to hers. Her hands reached out, but the tether was too short.

His fingers grazed her breasts like before, except both hands teased her simultaneously, alternating between squeezing and then lightly caressing them. Then finally his palms abraded her nipples, back and forth, making them engorged and achy. One hand grasped her flesh and plumped it—she hoped for his mouth, but it was the shocking sting of leather instead.

“Ah, god!” she screeched just before his mouth was there to soothe and bathe the tortured nipple. He repeated it with her other breast, and even though she knew what was coming, it still made her jerk against the bonds when the leather tongue bit her. He lapped and kissed and grazed the tips with his teeth until Brynne was panting. Again and again, he punished and then soothed them until they were swollen and throbbing.

“Open your mouth.”

No hesitation, just total compliance. Much, much later, she would question her blind obedience. Right now, she wanted toscream,Oh yes, please!

Gage kneeled over her head and lowered his cock to her mouth, dragging the tip across her waiting tongue. Brynne raised her head so she could wrap her lips around the head, her tongue stroking in circles, swirling the sensitive underside, reveling in the sounds that came from his chest. She licked and sucked as much as he would give her and was so engrossed in the task that she hadn’t noticed he had moved down her body—until he settled himself on top of her, with his mouth poised above her spread thighs.

She felt his warm breath first, then his fingers on her most intimate parts, exploring her folds, dipping into the source of all her pent-up desires. His fingers penetrated and withdrew, once, twice, three times until she was writhing beneath him. On the verge of a climax, she screamed a desperate plea, which was muffled by his shaft. Suddenly, he pulled back, raising himself above her. His accent was stronger than she had ever heard it. “No coming yet, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck your throat first.”

Brynne was close to the edge—one touch on her clit, and she would come. But the bastard had other plans. “I hate you,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait. And obey.”

In response, she dropped her head back on the bed and stuck her tongue out before opening to him. He slowly slid his shaft in deeper until the head tapped the back of her throat. As he withdrew, she used her tongue and lips to enthrall him. He allowed her to lavish the head like a lollipop before pushing down, deeper this time. It thumped against her soft palate, and she tensed. He withdrew a few inches and held it there. “Relaxyour throat for me. I’ll take it slow.” His voice sounded strained.

Brynne forced herself to breathe so that the next time he slid deeper still, she was ready for it. He established an unhurried pace, leaving her enough time to inhale and focus solely on the rhythmic pulsing of his cock owning her throat. It thrilled her to hear his breath becoming labored, and each time it kissed the back of her throat, he made a noise like he was enduring rapturous torture. She felt him swell further and his whole body tensed. Gage groaned, “Fuck,” and pulled himself out of her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” She couldn’t hide her pleased little smirk.

It took him a minute to answer. “Nothing. I got too close to the edge. And I intend for you to go over when I’m coming down your throat.”

She swallowed a shiver. “Oh.”

Gage straddled her body but kept his cock out of reach. She felt him between her legs, his fingers spreading her open, and then his warm, magnificent mouth began worshipping her. She shuddered when his tongue lapped back and forth, waking her clit back to full attention. His thumbs stroked, one finger delved into her vagina, then two, all the while his wicked tongue teased and tormented until her legs tensed up and she began tilting her hips back and forth in near madness. “Please don’t stop. I’m close, s-so close.”

“Open,” was all she heard. She did, surrendering to his command. His thickness filled her mouth, and she gloried in the moment. Her lips enveloped him, and her tongue laved him as he thrust in and out. Her orgasm was building, but she wanted to hold it until he was there with her. She knew the momenthad arrived when he groaned, and it reverberated on her whole mound. When he latched on to her clit and sucked, she shattered into a million pieces. Her entire body shook. Her keening wail was muted by the head of his cock, which was poised at the back of her mouth and starting to pulse. She thrust herself up and started swallowing around him, milking it straight down, until he finally stopped shuddering.

26

A Diabolical Arrangement

So that’s a magnitude ten on the Richter scale?

Brynne’s heart was still thumping against her rib cage as he slowly lifted himself up and rolled onto the bed beside her.

Words were beyond her. She sure as shit would not tell him the earth moved. The power dynamics, the bondage, the punishment—set off a cataclysmic reaction that defied description. An involuntary shiver shook her body, which jangled the chains securing her to the bed. Gage reached over to unclip her arms and legs, and she automatically pulled herself into the fetal position. He laid the comforter over her and spoke in a low and soothing tone. “Stay right here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Brynne couldn’t move if she wanted to, so she stayed in her cocoon and replayed the entire scene in her head.Holy hell Dorothy, we are not in Kansas anymore.

Rain pelted the roof, and the sounds of thunder permeated her muddled brain. In the distance, she heard bath water running and the faint tinkle of dishes. Gage returned and sat on the bed. He slipped the blindfold off and brushed her hair gently back from her face. She was grateful only the glowing embers of the fireplace lit the room. He methodically removed all the cuffs and carried her into the bathroom.

The bath was still filling when he stepped in, and they sank together into the hot, scented water. She smiled at him. “How did you know my legs wouldn’t carry me?”

His mouth tilted up at the corners. “I’ve seen you almost face-plant twice now and I take your safety seriously.” He leaned back in the enormous bathtub and positioned her between his spread legs. She was facing him now with her feet on either side of his muscular thighs. Brynne was so busy ogling his naked body, she didn’t notice all the goodies laid out on the ledge of the picture window.

“Here, eat.” He handed her a plate loaded with an assortment of cheese, grapes, and crackers. He poured them both a glass of ice water and helped himself to some cheese.

Brynne was thankful for the snack. “This is delicious. I’m starving.”

When she looked up from her plate, he was studying her.

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