Page 122 of Delicious Surrender
“Okay.” She bit her lip and wondered what he planned for tonight.
“Don’t look so worried. It’s perfectly respectable.”
He left, and she ran to check the closet. The new dress was a silky wraparound style in dark teal. He’d also providedstockings, garters, and a matching black lace bra and panty set. She wondered how he found beautiful outfits that fit her to a T. And how much money was he spending to get them here? Crazy man!
Her phone dinged with Kylie’s contact info. Brynne would book a massage to follow his, then the day before, she’d cancel it and any upcoming appointments. That bitch wouldn’t be back while she was in residence. He could call her when she was gone!
At the dot of six, Brynne was excited and ready to leave. An older gentleman stood by the Range Rover, waiting for them. He nodded and tipped his cap before opening the rear door. Gage helped her into the SUV and introduced her to Hugh. They chatted briefly about his wife and grandkids, and Gage explained Hugh had been driving him and his mother for years. If she needed to go to the mainland or the airport, Hugh would take her.
When they pulled in, Brynne recognized the quaint boutique hotel. She and Josie ate lunch there years ago, after a tour of Armadale Castle.
The owner welcomed them personally and gave them a very secluded table. The staff seemed to know him, and Brynne wondered if he brought anyone else there. She didn’t want to think about who came before.
The meal was delicious, and they polished off a bottle of red wine without realizing it. Gage got her talking more about her novel and her summers in Skye. Perhaps it was a ploy to keep her from asking personal questions. She still knew next to nothing about him.
When dessert arrived, he told her he needed to go toEdinburgh for a few days on business. Secretly, she was relieved to have a few days to herself.
He lowered his voice and leaned closer. “While I am away, I want you to journal about your dirtiest fantasies. Hold nothing back.”
Her eyes widened and she knew creases were forming on her forehead.
“This exercise will help your writing. By delving deeper into what turns you on, you’ll be able to turn your readers on.”
She glared at him and leaned close to whisper harshly, “And how am I supposed to write all that stuff and not bring myself off?”
“You will save all your orgasms for me. I want to be the one to unleash them.” He winked and called for the check. They were both quiet on the drive home, and Brynne spent the whole time stewing about his latest demand.
They entered through the front door and Gage helped her coat off. “Take the dress off, Brynne. I want to see you in that sexy lingerie.”
All that erotic talk over dinner together with the wine helped lessen her inhibitions. She was not used to stripping for him and fumbled with the tie that held the dress together at her waist.
He held out his hand for it and his eyes raked her over from head to toe. “There’s a package in the kitchen for you. Bring it.”
Brynne hurried excitedly to the kitchen and returned with the brown paper package. She found him in the bedroom gettingundressed. He’d lit the fireplace and pulled a lounge chair forward, so it was a few feet from the bed.
“Go ahead and open it.”
She ripped the packing tape off and pulled out the inner box. “Oh my god, you replaced Mr. Boss! Thank you, Gage. That was so sweet of you.” She pulled him down to kiss him on the cheek and said, “I was going to order one this week.”
“I’m glad you like the gift, Brynne. Now you can show me how you use it.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she backed up a few steps. “No, please. You can’t be serious.”
“I’m deadly serious. You only use it when I give you explicit permission or when I can watch.”
“I can’t. I just can’t. That’s too private.”
“I guess you won’t get that orgasm tonight, will you?”
“Who made you such a bastard?”
“Watch it, Red. You’re treading on thin ice. I’m going to pour a drink. Do you want one?”
“Yes.” Her irritated tone had him turning back, one eyebrow raised. “Yes, pleasesir,” she added sweetly, then scowled at his back and threw up two middle fingers.
What the hell! How could he ask this of her?
It was yet another test.