Page 120 of Delicious Surrender
Her eyes had darkened to the color of chocolate, her pupilsblown wide with excitement. When she opened her mouth to say something, he silenced her with a finger to her lips and a warning shake of his head. He rolled the tank top up over her head and discarded it.
“Put your hands under the curve of your back and keep them there.”
She hesitated for a second and he swatted her breast hard enough to make her gasp. With wide eyes, she watched him and quickly tucked her hands underneath.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to warm you up with my hands and then we will test out the new flogger I bought just for you.”
He bent down low and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Then he moved to nip and lick her nipples, which were standing at attention.
She gasped in shock then moaned as he smacked one breast and then the other several times, turning them pink. He shocked her with a quick slap between her legs, making her jump. “Oh. My. God!”
The tops of her thighs received the same treatment before he gave another surprise swat to her swollen sex.
“Are you ready?”
She mewled and nodded.
“Say it. Do you accept this punishment, knowing it gives me pleasure?”
“Yes. I accept.”
“Do you understand your role for the next month is tosubmit to my wishes—even when you don’t like them? Dressing to please me? Deferring to my judgment in all things?”
She bit her lip. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Good girl. Why do I like hearing that?
Gage circled her, and she felt like that girl on the dining table at the club: a centerpiece to admire—laid out for his enjoyment. It made her feel powerful and sexy. Any lingering self-consciousness disappeared when she saw his tented shorts. His gaze went from hooded to hard in a split second, and he followed that up with the first strike on her thighs. It took her breath away.
He took his time—letting her get used to the feel of the half-inch leather strips on her skin. At first, it felt like she was lying naked in a spring rainstorm, big droplets of water pitter-pattering on her skin. Gradually they got harder until the pelting made her squirm and moan. She fought the urge to cryyellow. It didn’t actually hurt. In fact, it felt like every area touched by the strands heated, swelled, and preened for his attention. Her moans grew into brief gasps interspersed with growled swear words.
What’s wrong with me? How can I like this?
If he hit the right spot between her legs, she would come.
The bastard must have known she was close. Suddenly, hestopped and stripped off his shorts. His cock looked ravenous, the head shiny with pre-cum. He straddled the bench and moved to stand over her face.
“Get it nice and wet.” The words were ground out with effort, his accent very pronounced. He rested his hands on the bench above her head and fed it into her open mouth. He hovered there, raising and lowering his length to the back of her throat, while she coated it with her saliva.
She heard him swear, then he raised himself up and reached between her legs. Brynne sighed audibly when his hand caressed her tender and engorged sex. He coated his fingers in the wetness that had gathered between and showed it to her.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the flogging, sweetheart. You’re soaked.”
She stuck her tongue out at him in response.
His eyes gleamed as he spread her juices all over his length. Then he collected more and spread it between her breasts. Realization dawned and her brows snapped together. She wanted to call him a selfish prick, but found herself admiring his ingenuity. Jared was right—he was Ph.D. level, and she was totally under his spell.
He squatted down, crushed her breasts together around his cock, and started thrusting back and forth between them. Brynne grabbed onto his thighs and watched him piston back and forth, mesmerized.
She could tell he was getting close—his jaw was rigid, and his legs vibrated under her hands. He stopped and reached for a little bottle from his discarded shorts. She watched as hedribbled a stream of oil onto his shaft. He took her hands and put them where his had been holding her breasts. “Squeeze them together nice and tight, and don’t let go.”
He braced his hands on his legs and thrust back and forth. The erotic sounds of the oil sluicing around their flesh filled the room. With a growl, he came, and it shot all over her neck and chin, and some landed in her hair.
No damned orgasm for her, but he got his rocks off. She lay there stunned and horny as hell, committing every single moment to memory. The flogger was shocking and amazing. No one knew she had secret fantasies about that very thing. Could he have snuck into her computer and read her dirty stories?
Gage roused her from her thoughts as he pulled her shoes and socks off and then unwrapped her legs from the shorts. He pulled her up and carried her to the bathroom that adjoined the workout space. The shower stall was bigger than the one in the master bathroom, and it featured rows of jets lining the wall. He put her down and set the water to come from the two rain heads.