Page 36 of Delicious Surrender

Without meeting her eyes, he lifted a few strands of her hair out of the way and buckled the collar. Once again, she wore theBad Girltag. Garrick was fastening one cuff when Gage impatiently reached for the other. He buckled it onto her wrist and clipped the chain to the front of her collar. He tugged the other end and snapped, “Let’s get this bloody show over with.”

He kept a firm grip on her leash as they walked down one level to the open play area. Brynne refused to make eye contact with anyone and focused her eyes ahead. When she saw the wide array of punishment equipment, her eyes widened like saucers. It was a cross between a jungle gym and a gothic dungeon. If she’d seen it beforehand, she might have run for the hills.Toolate now.

In her peripheral vision, she could see a crowd gathering to witness her spanking. Could she reconcile these feelings of anticipation mixed with fear and trepidation? Maybe by the end of the night, her mind would catch up to what her body wanted?

Gage looked around the playroom and cursed himself for concocting this public spectacle. When he decided on this punishment for Brynne, he believed she would quit before ever submitting to it. Christ, she goaded him at every turn! There was no doubt she deserved a spanking, but by avoiding taking her over his knee, he brought on this debacle.Talk about getting hoisted by his own petard!

Brynne looked flushed and nervous, but he refused to let that sway him. He led her over to one of the custom spanking benches, choosing the one that would allow her to retain some measure of modesty. The other spanking bench was designed to spread the sub’s legs wide apart. But he didn’t want her exposed that way.Bloody hell, I am getting soft.

She silently followed him to the red trestle-style bench and kept her eyes down. He tugged on the chain to get her attention. If looks could kill, he would be dead on the spot.

“What is your safe word?”

“Dickwad?” she whispered low enough that no one else heard.

Gage took her chin in his hand. “What did you just say?”

“Red. It’s red.” Before she could hide it, he saw the little smirkon her face.

So that’s how she wanted to play it. Good! Because he had no interest in playing a scene with a martyr.

He pushed her forward, so her thighs pressed against the legs of the trestle and her stomach rested on the padded platform. He clipped the chain from the collar to a ring in the floor so she couldn’t rise. Next, he buckled each forearm and wrist into the cushioned rests on either side of the platform and fastened leather straps around her slender waist. He could hear her breath hitch in her throat as she twisted against the bonds.

He leaned down close to her ear. “Going somewhere, sweetheart?”

Perhaps she was realizing the seriousness of the situation?

Gage secured her ankles into cuffs affixed to the base of each leg of the bench. He trailed a hand up her leg and casually flipped up her skirt. What a surprise to see a pair of frilly black satin knickers. His mouth twitched at her blatant attempt at adding extra padding and coverage.

As he tucked the skirt into the belt at her waist, he asked, “Did you honestly think I would allow you to keep those on?”

“I guess I wondered how much of a bastard you were going to be.”

“The sooner you realize what a bastard I am, the better.”

She grunted in response.

Gage shook his head, amazed that she was still back-talking when he was controlling how much she would suffer tonight.Was she pushing his buttons on purpose, or was she just oblivious to the rules of the game?

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I assume you have been without a proper master for too long, or perhaps the last one wasn’t able to control your rebellious nature.” He watched her clench her fists, but she remained silent.

Gage decided a grand gesture of dominance was required, so he took her ruffled panties and tore them apart at the seams. The crowd reacted with cheers when he ripped the material off and pocketed the remnants. She had layered the knickers over her sheer tights on top of a thong, and yet the scent of her arousal was impossible to ignore. His cock, which was already pulsing, throbbed against his fly.

He toyed with the idea of tearing the nylons off. Instead, he slowly drew them to her knees, leaving the lacy black thong, which was stark against the pale globes of her ass.

A few more leather straps and he would have her immobilized. The crowd was getting restless, and so was he. One thing became clear: he needed to get laid soon, or he could lose this game of cat and mouse. Tonight, he had to teach his little hellion a valuable lesson.Don’t taunt the tiger.

Brynne groaned low, and his cock responded like it was a siren’s call. A moment later, his hand landed hard on her right cheek.

“Oh fuck,” she murmured.

“This is just the warm-up, Red.”

Smack.“Uh.”

Smack!“Nngh.”

Smack!“Ow!”