Page 143 of Delicious Surrender
“Open wide, little brat.”
She sealed her lips and shook her head. “Please, I want the real thing.”
“Baby, you’re going to get the real thing. Just not in the hole you want it.”
Shock registered and her mouth softened into an “Oh.” One hand grasped her jaw and the other pushed the gag in. The sound she made as he buckled it behind her head sent a surge of primordial lust coursing through his veins.
Her body shook in reaction, and she struggled against the cuffs as he turned her on her side. He admired her voluptuous breasts which had been hidden too long, but he had a singular objective.
“Are you wet, little brat?”
She yelled something at him, but her mouth was full of a silicone dick mounted on a wide leather panel, so he wasn’t sure of anything. Her dilated pupils conveyed fury mixed with arousal.
His fingers brushed lightly over her nipples repeatedly, until they resembled dark pink berries, begging to be nibbled on. When he abandoned them, her moan morphed into a low, angry growl. He reached between her spread thighs with a whisper of a touch, and she started panting and biting down on the gag.
“Shhh, baby. Relax your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
“Tuth me, pwees, make me come pwees.”
The sound of her begging penetrated his armor, and he lethis fingers sink between her swollen folds. She was soaking wet; her juices had left a glistening trail on her pale thighs. Between ragged breaths, she moaned again.
While his fingers lazily painted her lips, he leaned down and asked her, “Do you want it hard or soft, Brynne?”
Her eyes widened. At his wicked smile, she closed her eyes and sighed. “Arrd.”
“That’s my dirty girl.” He lifted his hand and brought it down with a stinging slap on her pussy. Once, twice, and on the third, she came with a piercing scream. Her body shuddered for several seconds as he unfastened her ankles from her wrists. He could not wait another minute and hoisted her over his shoulder like a caveman and headed upstairs.
The massage table was already draped and ready for the massage he wasn’t getting. He sat her down and unbuckled the gag, leaving it hanging loosely around her neck.
“How do you feel?”
Her eyes were glassy. She smiled shyly. “Thirsty. And still ravenous for you.”
“Don’t move. I’ll get us some water.”
He returned with water and a bottle of massage oil tucked in his pocket.
She guzzled a third of the bottle and handed it to him. “I can give you that massage now.”
He quenched his thirst and put it on a side table. “No, my sweet, I would rather give you one. You’ve had a trying day.”
A little crease appeared between her brows. She looked like she wanted to bolt, and he knew she saw his darkness coming into the light.
Before she could act, he moved in for a kiss. He felt her pulse hammering beneath his fingers as he held her head still and softly touched his lips to hers. He was gentle with his mouth and tongue, teasing her and pulling back when she tried to deepen the kiss. “Did you enjoy distracting me from my work this afternoon?”
She whispered against his mouth, “Mmm, yes.”
He unclipped her wrists and helped her lie on her stomach on the table.
“You get comfortable. I’m going to change.” As he stripped out of his clothes, he watched her stretch and roll her shoulders. He trailed his hands over her back and slowly down her legs as he circled the table. She let out a relaxed sigh. “This is very sweet of you. My muscles are so tight.”
“I can feel how tense you are. We’ll work those kinks out.” Careful not to jangle the short chain attached to the table, he pulled her leg to the outer edge and fastened a metal carabiner to the D-ring on her ankle cuff.
She lifted her torso and craned to look at him. “What are you doing?”
As he secured the other ankle, he replied, “Delivering your bondage massage fantasy, sweetheart.”
She giggled and lay back down. “Oh my god, you’re the man of my dreams.”