Page 141 of Renard's Deliverance

To her shock, he smacked her ass with the ruler.

“And you will stay with me. No wandering.”

How did he always know?

Slap! Slap!

God. She bit down on her lip as the pain of the ruler landed on her already tender ass.

Killing. Her.

A cry left her as another smack landed and then he was kneeling behind her, spreading the lips of her pussy wide as his tongue speared her.

He thrust it in and out of her pussy.

Christ!

It was too much. Her ass was throbbing and so was her clit. And she didn’t know which was worse.

Then he moved his hand away and she let out a protesting cry.

“Shh, girl,” he growled. “You’re going to take this. You deserve it. So fucking naughty.” He moved in behind her, covering her with his body. It was deliberate, he was giving them some privacy while still in the middle of a scene.

And then his fingers got to work.

She hadn’t thought she’d be able to come like this, with people watching. And she knew that if she wanted to stop it that she could. But it felt so good. His fingers played with her clit, then thrust themselves inside her, and every so often, his hand landed on her thigh.

He worked her until she screamed her release, collapsing on the desk.

“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered to her. “Such a good, fucking beautiful girl. Well done, baby. You did so well.”

Damn.

She lapped up the words of praise like a hungry kitten given a bowl of cream.

He moved away from her before lifting her into his arms. She let out a small cry.

“Shh, baby. I’ll get you sorted soon.”

She didn’t know why she was so tired; she hadn’t done that much.

“What about you?” she asked.

“What about me?” he asked as he carried her over to a dark corner where there was a couch. He settled her on the couch on her side and wrapped the blanket around her.

Bliss.

Then he crouched and brushed her hair off her face.

“Don’t you want to get off?”

“I’m fine, Gem.”

“But—”

“Who is in charge right now?” he said in a low, growly voice that warned her he was getting to the edge of his patience.

A smart person would back off.

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