Page 102 of Delicious Surrender
She felt the heat from his body right behind her and tried to press herself against him. Bad idea. He smacked her ass hard. Slowly, his hands trailed a path up from her hips. With a feather-light touch, he caressed the undersides of her breasts. All around he went, playing close to her hardened nipples, but never touching them.
“Please,” she whined.
“Please, what, Red?”
“Please touch me, let me feel you up against me, inside me…anything.”
“Punishments first. Rewards later.”
“Do it then! Punish me—just stop teasing me!” Her body flooded with need. Desperate and impatient, she turned her face into her arms and moaned, “Just get it over with.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Red.”
Gage picked up the flat two-inch-wide leather strap with the braided handle. He smacked his hand, and she jumped at the sound.
Thwack! The first strike hit the fullness of her bottom.That wasn’t so bad.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“OMG that stings!”
He took his time and spanked every single part of her ass, then her thighs, then back up to her already tender cheeks—all the while acting oblivious to her whining and moaning.
“Oh! Ow! Ooow!” she screamed. Her backside was on fire; strange electric currents were thrumming over her clit. In her head, she could hear the intense bass line of “The Chain” by Fleetwood Mac. It vibrated across all her nerve endings.
She lost count of how many times that infernal strap hit her tender flesh, aware only of the prickling burn that zinged through her body—equal parts pain and arousal. Her hips pressed forward, trying to rub against the bedpost, but he noticed immediately and wrapped his arm around her waist. His mouth was next to her ear. “Don’t even think about it.”
With little effort, he lifted her off the hook and laid her face up across his bed. Brynne groaned when her tender flesh touched the cool sheets. She felt him detach the clip holding her ankle cuffs together and flushed in embarrassment when he dragged her left leg toward the foot of the bed. He tugged it wide and chained it there, leaving her totally exposed. She drew her other knee up and rolled to conceal herself from him. His low and wicked chuckle mocked her as he captured her right ankle and fastened it to the head of the bed. She covered her face with her arms and called him a bastard under her breath. The chains held fast, but she still tried to draw her knees together.
A hard smack on her inner thigh made her gasp and jerk against the cuffs.
“Keep your legs open. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
“You’ve got me where you want me. What now?”
“What do you want, Red?”
Letting him know how much she wanted him was not an option. “You have a cock and I happen to want one.” Lifting her head up, she stared him down. “You ran my date off—and I almost forgot, you stole Mr. Boss!”
“What?”
“My vibrator—you took it with you, remember? I want it back.”
“So, any phallus will suffice right now?”
He moved to the other side of the bed, out of her sight. She paused, not sure how to answer. “Yes… No! Please, I’ll do anything.”
Silence.
“Fine, it’s your cock that I want. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Warm hands grasped her cuffed arms and drew them over her head, where he had another chain ready to secure them. She tested the give and found none. When he placed a blindfold over her eyes, a whimper escaped. The bed dipped beside her. Then he grasped her just above her waist and pulled her toward him until her legs were stretched taut and her arms were pinned to the bed.
“Are you afraid I will escape?”
No reply: just footsteps moving away, shoes being kicked off, the sound of a zipper followed by the jingle of his belt. She squirmed in anticipation. A drawer opened and closed. Then the sound of leather hitting his hand.Uh oh.