Page 114 of Delicious Surrender
Shhh. You’re safe. Displayed as an object for his pleasure.
Gage returned, rolling a trolley of goodies. The heavenly scent of warm donuts and cinnamon teased her senses.
He positioned the trolley so she couldn’t see what was on it, but she saw a lit flame in her peripheral vision. Candlelight? Or a warmer for something?
“Did you know cinnamon has been used for centuries totreat illnesses?”
She shook her head, her mouth salivating at the smells so close by.
“Not only was it used to treat sinus conditions and indigestion, but it also increases blood flow and raises body temperature on contact. We’re going to have it on our bolinhos de chuva.”
She lifted her head to see what he was doing. “What are those? They smell divine”
“I discovered them in Portugal, but they originated in Brazil. It’s deep-fried sweet dough—made in the shape of a raindrop.”
“May I please have one?”
“That’s not a good idea—you might choke in that position. I’ll be right back.” He returned with a small bolster pillow to put under her head. “That’s better.”
He moved the cart a little closer so she could see everything. “We have bolinhos, hot butter, and cinnamon sugar.”
“I’ll be careful. Can I at least have one?” she begged.
“You’ve been a good girl. But you must chew it completely.”
“Oh, I will, I promise.”
She watched him dip one of the crispy teardrops into the butter, then he coated it in cinnamon sugar and held it over her breasts until a drop of the mixture landed on her nipple. He fed it to her, and she savored the concoction with a long moan. “God,that is amazing!”
“My turn.” He coated his dough, but instead of popping it into his mouth, he dragged the sugary confection across her areolas one by one. The coarseness of the sugar was stunning. He ate his bolinho and then his head dropped to lick and suck on her rock-hard nipples. More sugar from his mouth abraded the tender skin and had her squirming in reaction.
Next, he took a brown bottle and shook it up. “This is pure cinnamon, which I’ve carefully mixed in a base of almond oil. The ratio is important, so it doesn’t irritate the skin.”
Brynne trembled in reaction. “I’m going to put this on your lips and tongue first.” He put two drops on his fingers and coated her lips then put both fingers in her mouth. She licked them tentatively at first, unsure of what would happen.
The heat began to increase immediately. Her lips felt swollen, tingling, then hot. The same for her tongue. His mouth was on hers a moment later, and he groaned as their tongues intertwined. He must have felt the same heat. Using the dropper, he filled her belly button with five drops of the oil. “Don’t spill this.” He tried to sound stern, but she could tell he was enjoying himself.
His fingers dipped into the makeshift cup, and he glazed her nipples with the liquid.
It took about ten seconds. Her eyes widened and her head raised off the pillow. “Oh, god, that stings. Wait, no it itches. Please, they’re on fire. Do something!”
He dipped a donut into the cinnamon sugar and tortured the over sensitized tips. “Is that better?”
“Oh god, no!” Brynne tried to stay still, but it was impossible. His fingers dipped again, and he painted her outer lips with the oil.
“Somebody is soaking wet. I am going to need more oil.”
“Oh, no, you can’t.”
“I can. Your body will douse the flames.”
The heat was spreading between her legs, causing her labia to heat and tingle. Again, he dipped into her belly button and this time touched the hood of her clit with it. Brynne started squirming and moaning, begging him to stop but not meaning it. She turned imploring eyes on him. “Please Gage. My clit is on fire. I’m dying.”
Next, he anointed one of the dough balls in warm butter, followed by a generous coating of cinnamon sugar, and held it over her mouth. “Savor this one—when you finish it, I want you to come for me.”
“Yes, please. I want to come!” She pulled against the bindings on her wrists and forgot they only tugged her legs apart. “Fuck!”
“Shhh, I will make it all better.”