Page 119 of Renard's Deliverance

“You stay here with me. Who are you with?”

“You,” she groaned as he smacked his hand down on her ass again.

God.

That felt so incredibly good. Her ass was starting to heat up. The pain was growing.

“Who am I?”

“Renard,” she said as he smacked her again and again and again.

“That’s it. Who are you with?”

Her mind was drifting, the pain taking everything away. “I’m with you. Renard.”

“That’s my good fucking girl.” His hand came down several more times. “That’s some of what I owed you.”

Christ.

“Remember, you need to slow anything down, you say your safeword.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Holy hell.

She definitely wasn’t sitting comfortably tomorrow.

“You wet for me, Gem?” he asked in that husky voice that she loved so much.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Let’s see. If you’re lying, you’re going to get punished.”

“But you just punished me.”

“Hmm. I did. I punished you for breaking the rules. For telling me that you’re fine. For not telling me that you needed this. Won’t go so easy on you next time, though.”

“Easy? That wasn’t easy.”

“Yeah, it was. You can take more. Think you might even need more. But I’m not going to push you too far this time, Gem. Now, let’s see how wet that pussy is for me.”

She moaned. She’d never been with anyone like him. Not simply because he wasn’t an asshole, but the way he spoke to her . . . the way he seemed to realize exactly what she needed . . . she didn’t know men could be like this.

He stripped off her panties and she stepped out of them. She felt a small murmur of worry start inside her. Opal had never had hang-ups about her body until Stefan.

But he could be . . . critical.

That ass is getting fat.

Your breasts are getting saggy.

You’re getting so old and wrinkly.

Dirty.Ugly. Dumb.

Slap!

Shit. That slap came out of nowhere and it shocked her back into the here and now.

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