Page 113 of Delicious Surrender
“Medium rare, please. And I would like to thank you for the dress and shoes. They’re gorgeous.” She wanted to ask how he knew her sizes, but when his eyes locked on hers, she fell silent.
“You’re welcome. They are as much for me as they are for you. Everything I choose is because I want to see you in them. Until I don’t.”
Brynne blushed and sipped her wine. Dinner passed in a blur. He asked her more questions about the plot and what the agent told her to work on. As the evening wore on, she became more relaxed and open about her novel.
The waiter had removed all the dishes and disappeared. Gage reached over and pulled both sides of the halter dress open, baring her breasts. Her eyes flew to his, and she bit her bottom lip, panicked that the server would walk back in.
“Did you look up the meaning of brat in your eroticdictionary?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“It’s when someone seeks discipline by being naughty and not following directions—hoping to trigger their Dom to take action.”
“Mmm, indeed.”
“I come by it honestly. A therapist told me it’s because I didn’t get enough attention as a child. I had to misbehave to get my parents to notice me.”
Gage sipped his wine, his eyes darkening as they stared at her hardening nipples. “Take the dress off.”
“What?” Her eyes flew to the door. “Your butler might come back in.”
“He might. This is one of your first tests. Are you going to defy me?”
Brynne knew this was it. Stay and submit or run home like a coward. Her inner voices were warring with each other, but she shut them up and stood on wobbly knees. She undid the clasp at her neck and let the two parts of the bodice drop. He sat back in his chair and adjusted his pants, which emboldened her to continue. She reached behind and unzipped the skirt, and it fell to the floor, baring her completely.
“Did you intentionally defy me in London so I would punish you?”
She nodded and looked at the floor. “I wanted to see howyou would react.”
“I suppose that’s understandable. After all, you don’t know me. You don’t know that I’ll enjoy disciplining you, even when you’re perfect. You will want to ask what you did wrong, and it might just be because I get off watching you writhe and cry and fight your body’s responses to what I’m doing.”
Oh god, his words were winding her up like a tightly coiled spring. He stood and took their wine glasses over to the sideboard.
“I’m going to help you onto the table so I can see all of you.”
A whimper escaped her throat. “Oh, please…”
“Please what? Are you worried Colin is coming back with dessert?”
“Yes.” She clasped her hands tightly to calm her fidgeting.
“Don’t worry, my sweet. You’re going to be dessert.” He lifted her onto the cool wood surface, so her knees were bent at the edge. “Lie back and make yourself into a star.”
Brynne obeyed, while trembling in anticipation. He would see her—and know her body was ready for him.
From a drawer in the sideboard, he took out two coils of black rope. She watched as he unwound the first and looped it around her right wrist several times, then ran the lines over her palm so she could hold them as he tugged her arm back over her head. He bent down and fed the rope under the table and then tied it around her left ankle, spreading her leg wide. With the other length, he bound her left wrist and right leg, so she was spread-eagle on the table.
A sultry smile lit his face when he leaned over her. Brynne stared at him and let her eyes convey acceptance and trust.God help me, I want this.
Gage stood near her head and laid the palm of his hand over the small triangle of red curls on her mons, his fingers whispering against her bare lips. Then he bent down and kissed her mouth, lightly teasing at first and then more insistent. When his tongue delved deeper, his fingers followed suit, sinking into her wetness. Brynne moaned her need, and he pulled back, rationing his attentions, grazing her mouth lightly with his tongue, and using his fingers to torment her clit by circling it with her juices.
“Please…” she whined.
Just as quickly as he began, he stopped and rose. “I will be back soon. Remember, patience will be rewarded.”
Brynne gazed up at the ceiling and daydreamed about making snow angels in the yard under a dark night sky. Her amusing thoughts took her to a place far from her very vulnerable position. Sounds from the kitchen brought her back to the present. She tested the bonds, and the lack of give caused a visceral reaction between her legs.