Page 14 of Delicious Surrender
Brynne whimpered.
“This wide leather strap won’t sting like the crop or bruise as much, so you should be grateful for small mercies.”
“Mmm,” she mumbled, and braced for impact.
It was unexpected when instead Patricia pushed a padded bench up against the front of her thighs and said, “I’d rather have you bent over for this.”
The whirring started lowering her arms. Her relief was short-lived when Patricia pushed her down over the cool leather platform. She refastened her wrists to the sides of the bench, trapping her there. Then she unhooked the ankle cuffs and brought her legs together, locking them to a new hook on the floor.
“Don’t move, my pet, or I may miss my target. And that will get you extra.”
Thwack!The first blow shocked Brynne, and she yowled into the gag. Radiating heat followed the harsh sting. The blows rained down on her backside, with no time in between. Patriciaaimed her strap all over her butt and thighs until Brynne was squirming against her bonds and squealing for mercy. Her mind played a back-and-forth dialogue, one side urging her to drop the bell—and the other, more defiant side refusing to do it. Each time she jerked and bent her knees, the rope between her legs tantalized her clit. The pain began to blend into a fiery heat, and she realized that by pressing against the bench and squirming, her release was imminent. When the strap hit its target one last time, the symphony of sensations brought on a violent, earth-shattering orgasm.
Tears had been threatening, but with that cataclysmic release, the floodgates opened. Patricia dropped the whip and stood up against Brynne’s flaming ass, her hands quickly releasing the gag and the blindfold. Brynne was sobbing, not because it hurt, but because it was a cathartic release. As a rule, Brynne didn’t dovulnerable. With Patricia, she let herself go, safe in the knowledge she would take care of her.
Patricia held her tightly until her tears were spent. When she released the cuffs, Brynne was grateful not to be standing, fearing she could crumble to the floor. Patricia helped her up and led her to the satin-covered bed at the other end of the room.
She gave her some tissues to wipe her nose and smiled. “You are positively radiant, Brynne.”
As Brynne came down off her high, she became self-conscious. The rope harness was still wreaking havoc on her body, and she felt raw and exposed. Patricia, as if reading her mind, lay down beside her and pulled a soft fleece blanket over them both.
“You responded in a way that I’ve only seen a few times before. It was pure and beautiful.”
“Th-thank you. That was beyond anything in my imagination.” Brynne smiled shyly. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“What did you like the best?”
“Being helpless and unable to see or speak. And the ropes feel like an extension of you holding me, squeezing me so intimately. It’s hard to explain how safe they made me feel.”
“I know how it feels, sweetie. I was a bottom before I discovered how much I liked to top.”
“Oh, wow.” Brynne smiled. “I guess that’s what makes you so good at knowing just how much and how hard. I thought the strap would hurt more, but after the initial shock, it was…” She paused, searching for the word. “Sublime.”
Patricia chuckled and tucked a strand of Brynne’s hair behind her ear. “Let’s get you untied.”
The sleek black Mercedes pulled away with Brynne cocooned in the back. She had the letter in her purse and soaked panties in the pocket of her coat. Patricia made her eat an apple with peanut butter and then insisted that her chauffeur would take Brynne home.
When they walked down to meet the car, Brynne was struggling to convey the magnitude of what she felt. “I don’t know how to thank you. I…”
“No need to thank me, sweetie. I had as much fun as you did, and I hope we meet again.”
Before Brynne could reply, Patricia handed her a bottle of water and kissed her on both cheeks.
“Drink this—it has electrolytes. And when you get home, have some carbs, then a hot shower and go to bed. Mistress’s orders.”
She shut the car door and waved them off. Brynne sank into the heated seat and closed her eyes. She couldn’t help but replay every moment of the night in her head.
The experience caused an irrevocable shift inside. Could those desires continue to be ignored? Should she lock them back up? Could she?
The sensations were unlike anything she had experienced in her life. Sure, she had looked at scenes like that on the internet, but they paled compared to the real thing. Christ, if she didn’t rein in her thoughts, her growing arousal was going to wet the expensive leather seat.
One thing is for certain. It’s no longer a question of what do I want, but how do I get what I need?
5
Interview with the Devil
Three sleepless nights later, the big day was here. She had the hard-fought reference letter and a few tender bruises to prove she was a tough cookie. Brynne never expected to enjoy being bound, blindfolded, and spanked. She wasn’t naturally submissive. This was probably caused by her recent overload on porn and erotic literature. Right? She would get over it soon enough. It was crucial research for the book, that’s all. At least that’s what she kept telling herself.