Page 101 of Delicious Surrender
He rocked back on his heels and looked up at the ceiling. “That should go against all my principles, but for tonight, I’ll make an exception. And if you cannot take it, say your safe word and it all stops.”
Brynne thought to herself, he doesn't know me very well. She never backed down from a challenge and he just double-dog dared her.
He stood back and yanked her boots and socks off and tossed them into the corner. She found herself carried like a sack of potatoes through the great room to the master suite. Half expecting to be dropped onto the Viking-size four-poster bed, she was surprised when he walked into the adjoining bathroom and put her down. She felt the heat coming from the stone floor and was admiring the gigantic bathtub when he spoke. “You have five minutes to do what you need to, because for the rest of the night, you will be chained to my bed.”
He turned and shut the door.
Holy fuck.Brynne was glad to have a few minutes to collect herself. She needed to pee, then searched and found a clean facecloth. No way did she want him to know she was already soaking wet. The washcloth did the trick and, against her better judgment, she used his toothbrush. Knowing him, that could tip him off the deep end. Whatever, she knew he could can afford a new one.
One loud knock made her squeal and jump. “You have two minutes to get out here. Naked.”
Naked. Pfft.She took a minute to breathe and center herself. This was a dream come true. She would remember every detail of the night; it would fuel her writing, and she would get over wanting him.
His voice bellowed through the door, “Anything you don’t take off will be shredded if I have to remove them for you.”
“Okay!” she yelled back. Bastard.
The door opened when she was pulling her jeans off. She hopped on one leg and started to tip over. The hard floor was coming up to meet her. Just her luck, she'd get knocked out and miss the whole damn night!
Gage caught her before she hit the floor. She looked up with a weak smile. “My hero.”
“Christ, woman, the only way to keep you safe is to tie you down.”
He sat her on the closed toilet and pulled her jeans off, then helped her to stand.
“Cute panties. It will be a shame to destroy them.”
“Wait no! I was going to, before you came barging in here.”
He held out his hand for them, and she rolled her eyes angrily, then yanked them off and handed them to him. Rebellion shone from her eyes.
“Do you plan to keep them as a souvenir?”
“No, I will keep them close by. If you can’t stop talking back, you know where they will end up.”
She crossed her arms when he motioned for her to exit the bathroom. The bedroom was toasty and cast in a warm glow from the gas fireplace. She eyed the canopy bed that dominated the room. On top of each carved wood column was a wrought iron design with four scrolls that doubled as hooks. Thick metal posts extended the columns to well beyond seven feet and supported the forged metal canopy above. She shivered when she saw the restraints on the bed.
“Get on your knees.” His eyes were gleaming.
She met fire with fire. “Make me, Mags.” In her head she wondered if she had a death wish.
One hand gripped her by her hair and forced her over the side of the bed; the other pressed down between her shoulder blades so she couldn’t move.
“Fight me all you want. It will make your eventual submission all the sweeter.”
She groaned in response and tried to wiggle free, but his body was on top of her, and she could feel his erection through his jeans.
He grabbed the padded leather cuffs and buckled them snugly on each wrist. Then he dragged her arms up over her head and clipped them together by a short chain.
He lifted her up and maneuvered her to stand facing the post at the foot of the bed. One arm gripped her around the waist and the other pulled her arms up over her head. Before she could react, he pressed her forward against the post and hung her wrists over an iron hook. She struggled for purchase on her tiptoes and watched him cross the room to his closet. He returned with several scary-looking implements and laid them on the bed where she could see them.
“See anything you like?”
“You’ve seen one flogger, you’ve seen them all.” She tried to sound flippant and failed.
He laughed, a low gravelly sound that skittered across her skin.
“First, let’s ensure you can’t kick me.” He grabbed another set of cuffs and fastened them around her ankles. Brynne’s pulse thrummed hard in her ears and wetness pooled between her legs. She was helpless to his whims and the truth was inescapable; she would give him anything he wanted.