Page 28 of Delicious Surrender
Brynne:No, well yes. I hate he can rile me so easily. He is so calm, it’s maddening.
Jared:Lolz
Brynne:He lectured me like my high school principal. I wanted to punch him. BTW my uniform is redick. Seriously mortifying.
Jared:I am sure you look sexy as hell in it ;-)
Brynne:Pfft. I’m exhausted, my feet r killing me. I need a new pair of work shoes.
Jared:Why don’t we go shopping tomorrow?
Brynne:That would be great.
Jared:Cool. Call me at 10 to wake me up. Night Bree <3
Brynne:Night J xo.
Gage poured himself another scotch and sat on the warm cushion Brynne had just vacated. Christ, the way she pushed his buttons was ballsy. He hated to admit it, but it impressed him. Just a little.
She deserved to be tossed over his knee. God knows he wanted to, but she wanted it, too. No matter what, he had to maintain the upper hand. When she bent over and flashed her ass and then crawled around after the ice, his cock came alive. Thankfully, he had been sitting behind his desk. He rubbed his chin and thought about the punishment planned for tomorrow. It should teach her a humiliating lesson.
The extra embarrassment of an audience should deter further cheeky behavior. He doubted it and secretly hoped she didn’t give in and quit yet. The game was just getting interesting.
8
Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing
Brynne woke after a fitful night, out of sorts. She hit the snooze button a second time and the snippets of a dream floated somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. She was lying over Gage’s lap, her panties pulled down to her knees. He was caressing her bare cheeks, and she knew he was about to spank her. One hand pressed the small of her back and the other lifted… She braced for it, her body tingling in anticipation.
And then the alarm jarred her awake.
Damn!Banishing the arousal that lingered, she called Jared and jumped into the shower.
They met at noon to wander through the Selfridges shoe emporium downtown. After trying on ten styles, she found the perfect pair of lace-up booties with a comfortable two-inch heel. When they stopped for a cappuccino, Jared demanded that she spill the juicy details of her run-in with Gage.
“I will, I promise. But I have to ask you something first. Have you ever met the scary, giant Russian guy Dimitri?”
The coffee cup froze halfway to his mouth. “Bree, he is richer than God, and the scariest dude I’ve ever laid eyes on. He was in Russia for the last four months.”
“Well, he’s back, and I had to serve him! He made me so on edge. You know I can handle overzealous admirers, but this was different. It was like he marked me or something. Have you seen him upstairs, you know, in action?”
“No, but I wish I had; he is so frickin’ hot!”
Brynne chided him, “You’re crazy, J. He’s hot like a nuclear meltdown—and probably fatal if you get too close!” She shook her head and added, “Melinda told me he sometimes brings two subs with him to fetish night. That’s pretty crazy.”
“I’ve heard that but haven’t seen it. One of my friends witnessed a scene at another club where the rules are less strict.”
“And?”
“Apparently, he prefers to use a crop because he likes to leave marks. The guy said he tied the two girls together and made them pleasure each other while everyone watched.”
Brynne shivered and sipped her coffee. “Jesus. I hope he goes back to Russia soon.”
“You are safe at Dominus, Bree. Garrick and Gage have the best security, plus there are high-ranking members of Scotland Yard in the club regularly.”
Brynne took a deep breath. “I know he can’t hurt me, but he’s messing with my head. You know?”
Jared waved his hands. “Okay, we haven’t got much time. Tell me what the hell you did to piss off the boss?”