Page 119 of Delicious Surrender
“You mean your amusement. At my expense!”
“No, Brynne. Everything I dress you in is with intention. You are not supposed to feel ridiculous; you are supposed to enjoy knowing you are turning me on. Sometimes it will be pink short-shorts, other times it will be stockings and garters under a revealing evening gown, or a leather body harness that shows off all your assets and hides nothing.”
Brynne looked off to the left and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I am not used to wearing such revealing things.”
He took her chin in his hand. “Are you ashamed of your body? Has someone made you feel self-conscious about it?”
She bit her lip.God, I don’t want to go there.She nodded.
“That is unfortunate. If that person said you were stupid, would you believe it?”
Her forehead creased. “No.”
“Do you hold him—and I assume it was ahim—in high esteem, or value his opinion?”
“Hell no.”
“Then he isn’t worthy of your energy, and it’s time to wipe those thoughts from your head. I could always arrange to have his legs broken.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. Be happy I gave you something to put on. Now, start that machine up so I can watch your delicious ass while I lift weights.”
Brynne worked her way up to a decent speed, dismayed to feel winded after ten minutes.
She could feel Gage’s eyes on her, enjoying the sight of her skimpy shorts creeping up inch by inch. She imagined him behind her with glistening muscles as he pushed weights up and down, the steady clank of the machine keeping time with his heavy breathing. The room was warm. She recalled in vivid detail all the unbelievable things he had done to her, with her. It was only her second day, and she was falling under his dominant spell. In that short time, he made her acutely aware of her body and its carnal purpose: giving and receiving pleasure.
There was another, more dangerous aspect of this agreement she needed to guard against: the allure of having someone take care of her, to make decisions, and take over the burdens of money, food, and shelter. Could she become addicted to that? Possibly. Unless the price was too high.Losing my sense of self and everything I have worked for. I cannot let that happen.
The decision was simple. Play the game. Follow the rules and get the experience.Do not let him wear down my defenses.This whole thing was just temporary, and he could end it on a whim.
Gage sat back and started his reps, admiring the way her little shorts rode up, revealing more of her ass. It would be a challenge to deny her any orgasms today, especially when any diabolical scenes he devised were sweet torture for him as well. He switched to the leg press and realized his masseuse Kylie might expect to give him a happy ending.Shit. It had been several months since he’d seen her. It could get awkward if she tried to arouse him, like last time. He needed to ensure that didn’t happen.
Tonight, he planned to introduce Brynne to new things marked asmaybeanddon’t knowon her limits list. He never expected to enjoy teaching her how to submit. After this was over, he would find a submissive. There was no reason to continue being celibate.
She was glowing from her cardio, and getting into the spirit of strutting her stuff. A few feet in front of where he stood doing lat pull downs, she started stretching. The windows reflected a mischievous grin on her face as she gave him a tantalizing view of her backside. She spread her legs and started doing squats. After two sets, she bent over to touch her toes, and he stopped and watched. His cock was already ready for action, but he intended to make her wait. To remove temptation from view and piss her off a little, he got on the treadmill.
He increased the speed until he was running full on. After five minutes, his curiosity got the better of him. When he slowed and turned to see what she was doing, he almost fell off the rolling track.
Brynne lay back on the weight bench. Her legs were spread with her feet planted on either side of the leather seat. She had pulled her shorts down, so they rested at her hips, and her top was rolled up, baring her breasts. With eight-pound weights in each hand, she was doing flat dumb bell presses.Not on my watch!
He walked over and took the weights out of her hands. “You shouldn’t be doing this exercise without a spotter.”
“Oh.” She turned her twinkling eyes on him, feigning innocence. “Would you be able to spot me, then?”
“I don’t think so. I think it’s time for the punishment you’ve had coming since yesterday.”
“Wait, what for?” She tried to rise, but he pushed her back down.
“I told you, I don’t need a reason.” She didn’t need to know he couldn’t remember what it was.
Gage yanked her shorts down. Instead of taking them totally off, he unhooked one leg, twisted the material so it tightened on her calf, and then pulled it under the bench and put her other foot back through the narrowed leg hole.
Brynne squirmed. “Were you a boy scout?”
“Ha! Maybe in another life.”
Gage went to the cabinet, where he kept an array of toys. Today, she would experience a combo leather and suede flogger. It would thud with a little sting and was perfect to use on her breasts, thighs, and pussy. He also grabbed a little bottle of oil.