Page 116 of Delicious Surrender

“Stop wiggling.”

“You,” she whispered.

“Who did you think it was, Red?”

She didn’t answer, instead turning her cheek into his chest and nuzzling him.

God help him. His dick was getting hard again. He laid her down on his bed and she turned to her side and grabbed a pillow to curl into. Before pulling the sheet up, he decided a little extra lesson was in order.

He retrieved two cuffs—one for her ankle and another for her wrist. Chains would be noisy, so he used rope to tie the ankle cuff to the post at the foot of the bed with about three feet of give. He did the same with her right wrist since she was sleeping on that side. In the morning, he would deliver another surprise. It was time to turn up the heat.

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Truth or Consequences

Something felt strange. She couldn’t close her legs; something was restricting her movements. Heat engulfed her clit, but she couldn’t figure out why. Oh, wait, maybe it was the cinnamon oil? That must be why she felt so warm and tingly between her legs. But she hid the bottle, didn’t she? Where was Gage? He could make the aching go away.

She tried to reach between her legs, but for some reason her hand wouldn’t reach. Her wrist was tethered to something. Was she still on the table? No, it was much too comfy.

Gradually, she came awake and realized she was not in her own bed. Cool air tickled her breasts, and she shivered as the sheet was drawn away. Teeth scraped her nipple. A tongue followed. It wasn’t a dream. Fingers caressed and teased but it was not enough to make her come.

“Mmm, that feels good, but I need more. Please, I need tocome.” His hand stilled and she moaned in response.

“No coming for you today.”

“Ooh,” she whined, “but why?” She opened her eyes to find him looming over her.

He looked more menacing than usual, with his dark beard and messy hair. “You should’ve woken me up last night.”

“I—you were sound asleep and looked so peaceful.”

“Doesn’t matter. You figured out how to avoid reading your book to me.” While he spoke, he shifted her to the middle of the bed and climbed between her legs. She came fully awake when he dragged the head of his cock back and forth through her juices and, without warning, thrust deep.

Brynne tried to reach for him and wrap her legs around his torso, but she met with resistance. “You tied me to the bed?!”

His eyes glittered. “You were not where you were supposed to be.”

“Oh!” To hammer the point home, he lifted her untethered leg up to his shoulder and slowed down his thrusts. His thumb found her clit, and he teased it until she writhed and tilted up to meet him. “Are you close?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Good, becausecloseis as far as you’re getting today.”

“Motherfucker!”

“That’s going to cost you.” He took his hand away and picked up the pace, his face contorted with his impendingrelease.

Brynne took advantage of his eyes closing and used her free hand to play with herself. Her hitched breathing must have given her away because he caught her in the act. He let her leg drop off his shoulder and pinned her arm to the bed as he came with a roar.

His body dropped onto hers and he pinned her there until his breathing returned to normal.

She wiggled, but he didn’t budge. “You’re crushing me, and I have to pee; let me up!”

“I beg your pardon?”

Could he sound more imperious? Calming her fury, she schooled her voice and asked again, “Please Gage, I really need to go.”

“That’s better.” He lifted himself and unbuckled her wrist. “I left one hand free so you can get these off. The buckle is quite easy.”