Page 65 of Delicious Surrender
She perched on the arm of a chair and wiped her damp hands on her skirt. “I would like to talk.”
“There is nothing to talk about. Last night should not have happened.”
“Maybe not, but I’m glad it did.” She took a deep breath and continued, “I want to learn from you, submit to you. And if that means I must quit the club, just say so.”
Brynne grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and kneeled on the floor at his feet. She lowered her eyes and placed her palms on her thighs.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“Proving how badly I want this.” She met his gaze head-on. “Please let me show you how much.”
Minutes passed. Gage got up and walked to the door. She was certain he was going to ask her to leave. Instead, she heard the clicking of the lock. When he sat back down, she remained still, staring at the floor, waiting for direction.
“Are you bloody sure about this, Brynne?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir, I am bloody sure.”
He sat forward and lifted her chin so she could look at him. “You are a novice. I don’t believe you have any real experience, even though you wrangled a glowing reference from Patricia Valentine.”
“I don’t know much. That’s why I need you.”
She licked her lips, and he made a strange sound deep in histhroat.
“Aye, you need a teacher—a benevolent Dom to show you the ropes—but that man is not me. I’m a mean motherfucker who expects obedience. You haven’t shown me anything but defiance.”
“I know. I’m sorry for my rebelliousness, but I promise to follow all your directions to the letter from now on. Couldn’t you give me another chance?”
“You have no idea what you are getting yourself into.”
“What I lack in hands-on experience, I’ve made up for with intensive studying.” Her eyes pleaded with him. “Will you please show me?”
Gage stood up and unbuckled his belt, and Brynne fought to contain her smile. He noticed. “Let’s see if you are still smiling when I’m finished with you. Put your hands at your sides.”
Brynne immediately complied. Gage wrapped his belt around her—pinning her arms to her hips. Then he buckled it snugly under her breasts.
“This is your last chance to change your mind. Tell me now if you want to leave, otherwise I’m going to put my cock in your mouth.”
“I’m not leaving.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip in invitation and prayed he didn’t change his mind.
He shook his head and drew his pants down. “Let’s see what you can do with that pretty little mouth—besides get yourself into trouble.”
Holy hell!Everything was riding on this. In a weird,fucked-up way, this was a job interview—only it was a blow job interview!
She took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around like she was French kissing the head. Licking lightly, she coated him all over the crown, savoring the pre-cum gathering at the tip. Then she began nibbling and lapping at the sensitive underside. He sat back and his breathing hitched, giving her a surge of confidence. She refused to meet his gaze, afraid to lose focus. She used her lips and tongue to wet the shaft, starting at the base and moving up slowly. Pretending he was an ice cream cone, she sucked on the plum and moaned against him while taking the head fully into her mouth.
His hands gripped his thighs, and he growled. “Enough playing.”
She rose to her knees so she could take him deeper into her mouth, each time pressing a little further. When she felt him bump against the back of her throat, she held him there, getting accustomed to it. She took a breath and pushed deeper, subduing her gag reflex. He groaned and took her head in his hands. His fingers sank into her hair at her temples and held her still for a moment. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. If you need me to stop or slow down, shrug your shoulders twice.”
She nodded and let him take over. He leaned forward and pulled her slowly back so that just the head remained held by her lips.
“Don’t let me slip out of your mouth.” His voice was so rough, it made the hair stand up on her arms.
Brynne wondered what would happen if she failed to hold on. But she refused to fail. She wanted to surprise and impresshim. The next time he drew her down, she forced her throat to relax, and when he pulled back, she wrapped her lips tightly around him and sucked hard. Judging by the noises he made, she was succeeding. His large hands cradled her face as he controlled the pace, deliberately slowing down and driving it deeper each time. Brynne moaned and looked up at him before propelling herself farther still. His jaw was rigid, like he was trying to stay in control and losing the battle.