Page 30 of Delicious Surrender
“Hold up your wrists.” His accent was more pronounced, and it raised the hair on her arms. Was he affected by this exercise? She raised her arms up and watched him buckle matching white leather cuffs to each wrist.
He showed her a silver oval tag engraved with the wordsBad Girlbefore he attached it to the front D-ring on the collar. “This will let everyone know why you are collared tonight.”
Brynne looked right through him and refused to let him see her fear.
“I have one additional item, but I’m undecided on whether you need it.”
She looked at what he had in his hand and balked. Her eyes implored him to show mercy. Pleading would give him the justification to use the gag in his hand.
His mouth twisted into a wicked grin as he toyed with her. Time dragged, and neither spoke, until he dropped the ball gag on the table and picked up a small-link chain, about eighteen inches long. Without a word, he clipped her wrist cuffs together and returned to his desk.
She stared after him incredulously.How am I supposed to do my job with my hands chained together?
“You may go now, Red. But if I hear you’ve been at all sassy”—he looked pointedly at the table—“I will reconsider that.”
She exhaled and rose, her cheeks and neck flushed. “Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”
The jingling chain mocked her as she hurried to the locker room. She sat in a toilet cubicle for ten minutes, talking herself out of running home. What the hell just happened? When he put the collar and cuffs on, she had the strangest sensation that her blood was thickening and causing certain parts of her body to heat and swell.
It was clear this was a game for him, one he fully expected to win. Brynne had to pretend that the restraints didn’t affect her. Right? Or was she supposed to be acting contrite? What would the heroine in her story be feeling in this situation? Remorse? A true submissive wouldn’t pretend she was cool as a cucumber; she would try to get back in his good graces. Sucking up was not her strong suit. God help her, this would be harder than pretending indifference.
When she got back up to the kitchen, Melinda was there getting an order.
“Hey Tink! Glad you’re here! Could you help me? The order for table four is up and I’ve got my hands full. Things are hopping tonight.”
“Sure, happy to help.” She was grateful Mel didn’t comment on her appearance.
Brynne awkwardly picked up the serving tray, spreading her chained hands as far apart as possible, hoping she wouldn’t lose its precarious balance.Imagine if I accidentally spilled this tray on someone—then I’d really be in trouble.She navigated through the tables, aware that the noise in the room was gradually diminishing. As she reached the table with two elderly gentlemen, conversation had given way to the clink of glasses and the sound of cutlery on plates.
“Which one of you ordered the medium rare burger with cheddar?” she asked quietly.
“That would be me, Miss Tinkerbell.” The balding man in the pinstriped suit grinned at her. “And I’m looking forward to hearing what you did to piss off Master Gage.”
Brynne was about to say something flippant but stopped herself. “If I told you, I’m sure I would get in even more trouble, sir. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” She maneuvered the tray carefully and put the plates down, taking care not to catch the annoying chain on their glasses.
The other man chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that, Tink. I have signed up to give you a spanking later.”
She cringed at the reminder, but her pride would not let it show. She cleared her throat and asked, “May I get you anything else?”
The first man patted her hand. “I’ll have another Dalwhinnie fifteen straight up, and my friend will have a pint of Guinness.”
He turned to the man and said, “Don’t torment the girl, Douglas. You’ll have your chance later.”
Brynne escaped to the bar and punched in the drink order. Bill snickered at the collar and cuffs. “Not sure what you did, lass, but you’ve caused quite a stir tonight.”
Brynne shook her head and sighed. “After I deliver these drinks, I would really like to know what I’m in for.”
Bill smiled and handed her the scotch and the beer. “Sure thing. Stop over at table nineteen first. Those fellas just sat down, then I’ll fill you in on tonight’s festivities.”
She delivered the beverages without incident and was about to take the orders of the new table when one of the men grasped the dangling tag and pulled her slowly down to his level. Before he could finish asking her howbadshe was, a tall, hulking security monitor was beside them, deftly prying theman’s fingers off the tag and getting in between them.
He casually addressed the man and his friends. “Sirs, we do not allow our waitstaff to be manhandled. Should you wish to enjoy the company of a skilled submissive, you may investigate the upper floors later.”
The man sneered. “I know the rules man, I was just going to say something to her. You didn’t need to go all sphincter police on me.”
“Yes, well, she can hear quite fine standing right beside you.” Turning to Brynne, he said, “Do you have all the drink orders, Miss?”
“Just two so far. I was just going to ask what you would like, sir?” Brynne pasted on a smile for the jerkoff with the dirty blonde hair. He stared at her, then huffed out his order of a Rusty Nail. The guard escorted her back to the bar and alerted Bill to keep an eye on those guys while she entered the order.