Page 125 of Renard's Deliverance

Slap! Slap!

“No calling me names while I’m in charge.”

Slap! Slap!

No putting yourself in danger.

Smack!

“And no lying.”

Smack! Smack!

“If you’re ever in any sort of trouble, you tell me. Immediately.”

Smack! Smack!

“And if you need something, you tell me. And you can never ask for too much.”

Slap! Slap!

“Wear your coat at night and don’t walk around on your own.”

Smack!

“Got it?”

“Yeah,” she said, panting heavily. “I got it.”

The pain was merging with need. It was a heady mix, making the world around her seem hazy. He ran a finger over her bottom cheek, then into her pussy.

She moaned.

“You got condoms, Gem?”

“Thought that was the kind of thing that you’d carry around in your wallet,” she replied.

“Gem, don’t fuck around with me. You got condoms? I’m clean. Gotta get tested regularly to be part of the club.”

“I’m clean too.” Thank Christ. “But I’m not on any birth control.”

“Then we need condoms. Got any?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Got them when I moved here.” She’d never had a chance to use them, though.

“Yeah? Where?”

“Bedroom.”

She had barely gotten the word out before he was picking her up and carrying her into her bedroom.

“You’re gonna hurt your back if you keep carrying me around.”

He smacked her ass.

Jesus.

At this rate she wasn’t going to sit for a week! She scowled at him as he set her down on the bed.

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