Page 201 of Renard's Deliverance

Well. Hell.

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Ten minutes later,she found herself secured to the St Andrews Cross with her arms and legs bound. Her wrists were loosely bound, and she knew he was remembering the bruises on her wrists from where Barney had tied her.

Barney who had been remanded without bail and would stand trial next year.

But she didn’t want to think about him right now.

She had been wearing a tight, short dress, but he’d made her take it off so all she now had on was a G-string and bra. She’d offered to take the bra off, but Renard had gotten all possessive.

He covered her back, his hands coming around to play with her nipples. She moaned as he worked her into a state. One hand dropped to slide under her panties to play with her clit.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. She didn’t call him Sir often. But this moment seemed to call for it.

“That’s my good girl. Saxon is going to stay close to watch you. Say your safeword if you need to.”

And then he was moving away and she heard the whip crack. It made her jump and Saxon moved into her eyesight. She knew Renard was cracking it on purpose to test her resolve.

So she gave Saxon a nod and he nodded over at Renard.

And then the whip landed without warning. A hiss left her mouth at the sharp sting. And for a brief moment she thought about using her safeword. How could she take more of that?

But then the sting morphed into something else. The pain settled, the warmth grew and she relaxed.

The whip stung again. There was that sting that became more.

Her head started to swim. She lost track of how often the whip landed. All she knew was the headiness of being able to relax and forget. To swim in a strange sort of pleasure. Was this what it was like to sit on a warm beach, with nothing but the sun and the sea? Nothing to worry about or do?

Finally, all thought left her.

And she just was.

“She’s in subspace,” a quiet voice said.

Shh. Go away.

“Got there fast.”

Why were they interrupting her? She whimpered.

“Easy, baby. I have you. You’re safe with me. I’m here.”

“Renard,” she whispered.

“That’s me. Can you open your eyes?”

She forced them open, looking around. She was lying on her stomach on a sofa with something warm over her. Renard was crouched in front of her, looking worried.

“Is she all right?” Saxon asked. “Do you need something?”

Renard’s frown deepened as he gave her some water. She drank greedily before pulling back to grin at him.

What. A. High.

“Well, hellooo, Daddy, or should I call you Whip Daddy? I think that’s gonna be your new name.”

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