Page 57 of Delicious Surrender
“If you were mine, I would not allow you to dress this way in public. This would be for my eyes only, Kiska.”
“It’s not that bad.” She looked down at herself. “I am totally covered.”
Despite her assertions, it did not placate him. “Nyet. Every man here wants to fuck you because of the way your body is on display.”
Brynne shook her head, sensing this situation could easily unravel. “It doesn’t matter what every man wants. I am not interested and plan to leave here as I came—alone.”
“You should leave with me, moy angel. But I have the whole evening to convince you of what I can offer.”
“What can I get you to drink?” she asked, avoiding hissearing gaze.
“Bring a bottle of Stoli on ice, and three glasses. I need something to calm me.”
She nodded and headed for the bar, searching the room for Gage and his friend. Their absence made her feel more vulnerable.
Bill smirked when she gave him the order.
“I put the vodka on ice an hour ago.” He placed the bottle on her tray with the glasses. “This should calm the beast.”
She sighed. “I hope you’re right.”
Brynne wanted to enjoy tonight, not run back and forth for Ivanov’s amusement. She hoped to watch people enjoying the playroom, which they said was decorated like a sheik’s lair. For now, she was stuck serving his table.
After she poured the vodka, he grabbed her hand in a firm grip. He looked at her, his chin raised. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Tink?”
She scanned the table. “The ice bucket. I’m so sorry. Bill had the vodka in the freezer before you arrived. I’ll be right back with it.”
He held on for a moment longer and smiled, baring his perfect white teeth. “Perhaps I will keep track of your mistakes tonight. And hope for the chance to punish you later.”
She dug her fingernails into his hand and tried to pull away. He looked surprised and amused. Finally, he let her go and chuckled. “My kitten has claws. I’ll count that as another strike.”
Brynne whirled around, causing all her dangling coins to sound like a penny slot machine that just paid out. She stalked toward the kitchen and almost lost a shoe. “Stupid shoes. Stupid Russian.” She seethed under her breath, ignoring the stares she was getting.
Mel met her in the back when she was scooping out the ice. “You look fit to be tied, Tink. Please don’t put salt in the ice bucket.” Mel knew how to lighten her mood.
“You know how badly I want to, but it would play right into his hands.” She turned to Mel, her eyes lit with an idea. “Hey, if you get a request to deliver anything upstairs, could I take it? I’m dying to see the playroom.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “And see who’s doing what to whom!”
Mel laughed. “For sure, Tink. I’ve seen it all. I will ask Bill to give some of my deliveries to you.”
“Thanks babe! I’m off. Wish me luck. Let’s hope I don’t trip and drop this bucket on him and his goons!”
Dimitri’s mood did not lighten as the night wore on. Just the opposite. He ordered a second bottle of vodka and a different appetizer each time she went to the table. He repeated his wish to take her away from all this drudgery, and she rebuffed him as gently as she could.
So far, she hadn’t seen any juicy action. To add to her irritation, Gage hadn’t returned either. Maybe he was upstairs having his wicked way with a submissive!
There was a lull in orders, so she told Mel it was time for a fast look upstairs. “I’ll take some bottles of water up. People need to stay hydrated, right?”
Mel nodded and winked. Before heading up, Brynne popped down to the locker room to pee and freshen up.
Cole and Gage entered the lounge and took a seat at the same table they occupied earlier. Gage scanned the room, but Brynne wasn’t in the lounge. Annoyed, he excused himself from Cole and strode to the bar. “Where is Tink?”
“I believe she took a break. Ivanov has been running her off her feet.”
“Okay. Can you send her over when she returns? Same order as before.”
Bill nodded, and Gage turned to find Martin sitting at the table beside them. Gage introduced the two men. Martin introduced his sub, Cara, who kneeled on a pillow at his feet. Her silky black hair was braided down her back and woven with gold strands. She wore a very short white skirt and a beaded bikini top that was stunning against her glowing brown skin. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed, and Martin held a leash, attached to a decorative gold choker around her neck. Cara looked up and acknowledged the men with a nod.
Cole was talking to Martin when Mel brought over the drinks. Gage stood and asked her privately where Tink was.