Page 66 of Delicious Surrender
He let go of her head then, and through gritted teeth said, “Show me.”
It thrilled her to take over, and she threw herself into the task, taking him deep, swirling her tongue like she was strumming a guitar string. In her head, a heavy pounding drumbeat kept the rhythm of her strokes. She lost track of everything but her task until she heard his breathing getting uneven and heavy. Gage let out a guttural moan from deep in his chest, and his hands gripped the cushions of the couch. She felt him swell in her mouth. His legs jerked on either side of her, and he threw his head back and rasped, “I’m going to come—”
She appreciated the warning, but she wasn’t about to stop now. When she felt his cock twitch, Brynne took a deep breath and pushed herself down deep enough that her throat held him in its thrall. She swallowed on it repeatedly and her throat gripped the head, milking every drop without a trace touching her tongue. He groaned loudly and swore, his entire body shuddering in reaction.
She slowly drew back, letting her tongue lightly trail a path to the top. Then she sat back and tried not to smile. But Christ, she was proud of herself!
Gage stayed as he was, resting his head on the sofa, staringat the ceiling. When he finally raised his head, he avoided eye contact and ran a hand through his hair. She swore he was suppressing a smile. He rose and stepped aside to fasten his pants, then reached for her. After helping her stand, he unbuckled the belt and guided her to the couch while he tucked his shirt in.
Brynne didn’t want to be the first to break the silence. She watched him go over to the sideboard, enjoying the warmth he’d left behind on the leather cushion.
He poured two tumblers of scotch on the rocks. Handing her the drink, he tapped her glass and took a drink. Brynne did the same.
Fighting to contain an impish smile, she asked, “Was that okay?”
He shrugged and replied, “Not bad.”
Brynne’s mouth dropped open until she saw a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
“Bha thu do-chreidsinneach.” At her questioning look, he added, “You were incredible.”
She beamed, all shyness forgotten.
“I don’t want to ask how you…? Och, never mind.”
Brynne giggled and shrugged. No one needed to know she had been practicing on fudge pops and cucumbers since watching Jared the week before.
She seized the moment. “So, will you tutor me in the art of submission?”
He closed his eyes and sighed.
“To put your mind at ease, I’m not looking for anything serious,” she went on. It was time to lay all her cards on the table. “I want to explore my submissive side, and I think this could be a lovely diversion for both of us.”
One eyebrow lifted. “What makes you think I need a diversion?”
“Seriously?” She grinned. “You are uptight, grumpy, focused on work all the time, and you get your jollies from making me run up and down the freaking stairs with your food.”
“You really aren’t a very good submissive, are you, Red?” His eyebrow lifted imperiously.
“No, but I don’t know all the rules yet. With the right guidance, I can only get better.”
“Don’t you mean the rightpunishments?”
Her body and face warmed at that thought. “Um, yes, I imagine that will make a difference.”
“This isn’t a game, Brynne. If I take you on, you will do as you are told or suffer the consequences. I expect deference, not defiance. Obedience, not rebellion. I am accustomed to getting what I want—when I want. We will review your hard and soft limits and then discover all the things you don’t even know you like—or dislike.”
Brynne nodded and nibbled her lip. “I’m ready. I have done plenty of research.”
He laughed harshly. “That can only take you so far. In your head, you might think you like restrictive bondage, for example,but until you experience it firsthand, you won’t know. It will be my job to help you explore and understand your limits, while I train you.”
“I understand.” She could barely contain her excitement.
“We will see if you do. Get changed and meet me back here. I’ll take you home.”
Brynne nodded and hurried to change. She was in a state of euphoria and totally freaked out at the same time.
Angus nodded to her when he helped her into the Bentley. He drove another long and convoluted way to her house and Brynne considered Gage’s warnings about Dimitri. She stayed quiet and scanned her email while Gage did the same. When they reached her front door, she fumbled to open the lock, while trying to think of something witty to say. He snatched the keys and opened the door.