Page 11 of Delicious Surrender
She cupped the back of Brynne’s head and took a fistful of her hair. “You are very beautiful, more so because I don’t think you realize it.”
The grip on her hair tightened. Patricia pulled her head back until their gazes met. Brynne’s heart pounded in her chest. She was mesmerized.
“I would like to kiss you.” Patricia moved closer. “With your permission.”
Brynne flushed with arousal. “Yes, please, Mistress.”
She lingered, her hand tightening in Brynne’s hair. She leaned in and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. “Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”
Brynne did as she was told and licked her lips, anticipating the kiss.
“I may want to do more than kiss you, pet. Do you consent to my touching you?”
Brynne’s body was on fire, her clothes felt too tight, and she craved the kiss and whatever else this gorgeous woman wanted from her. Her voice was breathless and hungry. “Yes, please! I want this. What are you waiting for?”
“There’s the rebellious little girl coming out to play.” She tsked, let go of her hair, and sat back.
“What’s wrong?” Brynne’s voice sounded shrill to her ownears.
“Sweetheart, you have just learned your first lesson of submission.”
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “Please give me another chance.”
“In order to get what you want, you must learn to be obedient and patient. Your Domme decides what, when, how fast or slow. Not you.”
“I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.” Brynne could cry. She wanted to reverse time and go back.
“Brynne.” She placed a finger on her lips. “I will see you for your proper session on Monday evening.” She left Brynne kneeling on the carpet and went to her desk. “I will give you the limits questionnaire to take with you. Be here at five thirty. Make sure you eat something beforehand, but no alcohol.”
Brynne rose and could not meet her eyes. She took the paper and tucked it into her purse with the book.
“I’m glad we went a little off course tonight and got to know each other. It will make your session that much more…” Her indigo eyes twinkled. “Rewarding.”
4
Submitting to Mistress Patricia
What a rookie mistake! Brynne was ashamed, and it stung. During the ride home, she stewed on what might have happened if she had shut up and waited. That confident, elegant woman wanted to kiss her! And she’d wanted it just as badly.
When she got home, she was in a fine state of pique and horny as hell. She cursed herself for not replacing her broken vibrator so she would have to resort to an old-fashioned hand job. Brynne stripped and flung herself down on her bed. She closed her eyes and imagined Patricia’s mouth on hers. On her breasts. Between her legs. Then she imagined being made to reciprocate.
Her fingers found their purpose, dipping into her wetness and circling her clit until she was writhing in need. She rolled onto her stomach and slid two fingers up inside herself. Grinding down hard on the palm of her hand, she came, her body shuddering as she groaned into her bedspread. It barelytook the edge off. Brynne used her other hand to push her fingers deeper inside and began plunging them in and out. With images of Patricia looming over her, a crop in her hand, she tapped her g-spot and screamed out a second delicious orgasm.
She woke several hours later, with her hands still between her legs. Her stomach growled as she stumbled to the kitchen to make some tea and toast. She sat at her kitchen table and pulled out the limits questionnaire. She had never seen a list like this before. No wonder her book was not hitting the mark. It was sorely lacking in some of the kinkier activities in the D/s scene.
Instructions at the top of the form indicated she was supposed to record a letter next to each item: [N] No way; [Y] Yes interested; [M] Maybe / Might try; [D] Don’t Know.
It seemed simple enough. Except the list was anything but.
She got halfway through the first page and stopped atforced masturbation, unable to process anymore. At two a.m., she crawled under the covers and tried to erase the deviant images floating around in her head.
Sunday dawned dark and gray. The smell of rain had wafted through her bedroom window, bringing a damp chill with it. She woke up tangled in her sheets after tossing and turning all night. After a hot shower, she decided it was a perfect day to stay home in her flannel pajamas and do some editing. But first she needed to take a closer look at the limits list. It was hard to admit how many items she ticked with a D forDon’t have a clue!
Plastic wrap never came up in her book research and shehad no interest in breath play, electricity, or spitting. WTF? On a second read through, she changed someNo ways toMaybes, so she didn’t come across as a total novice. They couldn’t cover a fraction of the list in one hour, anyway.
Jared phoned and wanted all the details. She omitted what had almost happened between them and shared only that they drank sherry and hung out in her office talking for two hours.
“Wow! She must really like you, Bree.”