Page 117 of Renard's Deliverance

“Good girl.” He rewarded her with another kiss. “Seems I’ve also figured out how to get you to behave.” He started undoing the buttons on her shirt until he revealed her lacy bra underneath.

“Behave? Me?” she grumbled.

“Fuck, Gem,” he said on a groan. “Can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t want to touch you, taste you, be with you. You’re in trouble though.” He lightly squeezed her breast, then ran his hand up to the side of her throat.

“Trouble? I think we could skip that part, right?”

“No. We could not,” he told her firmly as he reached behind her to undo her bra. “Take your shirt and bra off.”

He took a half step back and watched as she removed her shirt and bra with hands that shook. Then he took her in.

“Well?” she asked.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Cup your breasts, hold them up.”

She held them high, and he leaned down to suck on one nipple, then the other. A whimper escaped her and she wriggled around.

He drew back.

“Don’t stop!”

“Stay still or I will. You’re to do exactly as you’re told, understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Renard.”

“Yes, Renard,” she whispered.

“That’s a good fucking girl.” He ran his tongue over one nipple before biting down on it. Just a small bite. But that hint of pain was enough to have her clit throbbing as she cried out in pleasure.

“You like that, Gem?” he murmured.

“Like is not the word I would use,” she told him breathlessly.

“You realize you have to be punished, right? Not just for breaking the rules today and all the other punishments you’re owed, which is a lot, but for not telling me what you need.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“No? You can’t just come out and say that you need me to make you come?”

“Well, I thought it would happen again . . . I wasn’t expecting you to take so long!”

“You injured your back,” he growled. “I was giving you time to recover.”

“I don’t need any more time to recover. If I have more time to recover, I might explode.”

“That or your vibrator might,” he told her with a grin.

She slapped her hand against the side of his arm.

“What did I tell you about who does the smacking around here?” he growled in a low, dark voice.

Uh-oh.

“And where is your hand meant to be?” he added.

“Well. Hell.”

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