Page 143 of Renard's Deliverance

Um. Really?

“I like to talk.”

“Know you do. But you need to check with me first before you can talk to people. Remember, we discussed this?”

Well. Hell.

“I thought that was just Doms.”

He seemed to think about this. “All right. I didn’t make it clear. It’s everyone.”

“That sucks. Okay, can I speak to this guy?

“Nope.”

“Renard!” she complained. “I want to talk to him.”

“No.”

She was aware of the guy watching them, his eyes growing wide. Probably thinking that she was the worst sub in the history of subs.

“Please. I want to ask him some questions.”

“Ask me.”

“Sub to sub.”

Renard grunted.

“You want to give me what I need, remember?”

His scowl grew ferocious. “Don’t like my words being turned on me.”

She gave him her best pouty face.

“Fine. But you’re paying for this at home. I’m going to fuck you until you scream yourself raw and only then will you get to come.”

Oh, goody.

She turned to the guy. “Hey, I’m Opal.”

“Lex.”

“You have three minutes. No niceties,” Renard said.

Lex jumped at the bark in Renard’s voice, but she just sighed. “Sorry about him. He’s a touch . . . grouchy.”

“Gem,” he warned.

“I wanted to ask you why.”

Lex blinked. “Why what?”

“Why you want him to whip you? Doesn’t it hurt? Doesn’t it scare you that he’ll cause you to bleed or scar? Or do you want that?”

“Oh. Well. He’s one of the best, you know. So if you don’t want to bleed, then you won’t. And, I, um, I like it because it feels good. Like, it stings but then there’s a warmth afterward that just makes your mind drift. Everything goes away. The pain. The fears. The worries. It just all disappears into a haze.”

“That sounds nice.”

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