Page 145 of Renard's Deliverance

“You’re sure you are all right?” Saxon asked.

“Yep. I’m good.” Maybe.

“You can’t interrupt the scene if you decide you don’t like it,” he warned.

Ahh. So that’s what he was worried about.

“I know the rules.”

“Yes, I know you do. But that doesn’t mean that you will stick to them.”

She had to grin. “How do you know me so well?”

“Opal,” he warned. “You interrupt a scene and there will have to be public punishment.”

She swallowed. “Got it, Sir.”

“Think I’ll just stay and observe as well.”

Awesome.

“Named your kid yet?” she asked.

He shot her a stern look. Ahh, right.

“Named your kid yet, Sir?”

A sigh escaped him. “No.”

“Jeez, how old is she now?”

“Old enough to need a name.” He stood but kept close. Probably to grab her if she moved.

But she wouldn’t.

She leaned forward as Renard stepped into place. Lex had stripped off so all he wore was a black leather G-string and a black harness around his chest.

That left a lot of bare skin. The whip flew through the air and landed on his back. She jumped at the same time Lex did.

She expected to see blood. To see his skin open. Nausea bubbled. She couldn’t take that sort of pain.

But while a red streak appeared on his pale skin, there was no blood.

“He really is very good at this,” Saxon told her. “The pain stings, then it burns.”

“That’s what Renard said. You’ve had it done to you before?”

“Of course,” Saxon replied calmly as Renard let loose again.

He moved the whip down his back then to his buttocks. Opal found herself captivated by the look on Lex’s face. At first, he’d appeared to be in pain. But now his face was relaxed. He almost looked like he was asleep.

“He’s really enjoying this.”

“He’s reached subspace,” Saxon agreed.

Shoot. She’d almost forgotten that he was there.

“Yeah, I guess so. He looks blissful.” She watched as Renard helped get him down, taking most of his weight as he led him over to a leather couch.

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