Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Suddenly, she was rethinking her plan to poke the bear.
Stupid, stupid idea.
“Um. No?”
“What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
His eyes narrowed and that scary look grew even scarier. “Right.”
He picked her up suddenly and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her into the kitchen, setting her down on the counter.
Then he placed his hands on the counter on either side of her. “Talk to me.”
“Well, it’s a nice day outside . . .”
“You want to stop right now. I’m this close to bending you over my knee, Gem,” he growled at her.
“Well, why don’t you?” she cried.
His eyes widened, his face filling with shock. “What?”
“Nothing. I want to get down now.”
“You want me to spank you? Is that what this has been about?”
God. Now she felt like a complete idiot. She ran her hand over her face. “Sorry. I’m being a fool. I just . . .”
“Didn’t know how to ask me so you decided to disobey me so I’d spank you?”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do,” she said.
He grasped hold of her chin, frowning at her. “What makes you think I wouldn’t want to spank your ass? Especially when you need it.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say need it.”
“Don’t play coy. Say what you need.”
“It’s just that you haven’t touched me since the day in the closet.”
“I touch you all the time, touching you right now.”
“Not like that! I want you to touch me like you did in the closet! Do you know how many batteries by vibrator has gone through since I met you?”
That explosion was met with silence.
22
So . . .
“Too much? Sometimes I don’t know where the line is. Most of the time, I step over it. Told you that I’m an acquired tas—”
His mouth hit hers, his hand slipping behind her head to hold her still. When he drew back, she felt almost dizzy, like the oxygen had been sucked from the room.
“Damn,” she whispered. “You can fucking kiss.”
“Seems like the best way to shut you up,” he told her. “And I most definitely like your taste. Put your hands behind your back.”
She slid them behind her back without argument.
“Good girl.” He rewarded her with another kiss. “Seems I’ve also figured out how to get you to behave.” He started undoing the buttons on her shirt until he revealed her lacy bra underneath.
“Behave? Me?” she grumbled.
“Fuck, Gem,” he said on a groan. “Can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t want to touch you, taste you, be with you. You’re in trouble though.” He lightly squeezed her breast, then ran his hand up to the side of her throat.
“Trouble? I think we could skip that part, right?”
“No. We could not,” he told her firmly as he reached behind her to undo her bra. “Take your shirt and bra off.”
He took a half step back and watched as she removed her shirt and bra with hands that shook. Then he took her in.
“Well?” she asked.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Cup your breasts, hold them up.”
She held them high, and he leaned down to suck on one nipple, then the other. A whimper escaped her and she wriggled around.
He drew back.
“Don’t stop!”
“Stay still or I will. You’re to do exactly as you’re told, understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Renard.”
“Yes, Renard,” she whispered.
“That’s a good fucking girl.” He ran his tongue over one nipple before biting down on it. Just a small bite. But that hint of pain was enough to have her clit throbbing as she cried out in pleasure.
“You like that, Gem?” he murmured.
“Like is not the word I would use,” she told him breathlessly.
“You realize you have to be punished, right? Not just for breaking the rules today and all the other punishments you’re owed, which is a lot, but for not telling me what you need.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“No? You can’t just come out and say that you need me to make you come?”
“Well, I thought it would happen again . . . I wasn’t expecting you to take so long!”
“You injured your back,” he growled. “I was giving you time to recover.”
“I don’t need any more time to recover. If I have more time to recover, I might explode.”
“That or your vibrator might,” he told her with a grin.
She slapped her hand against the side of his arm.
“What did I tell you about who does the smacking around here?” he growled in a low, dark voice.
Uh-oh.
“And where is your hand meant to be?” he added.
“Well. Hell.”
Grasping hold of her waist, Renard lifted her down off the counter.
“No, don’t stop! I’ll do better, I promise.”
He turned her toward the counter, pressing up behind her and crowding her in. “Calm down. I’m not going to stop touching you.”
A relief-filled sigh escaped her.
“I’m just going to give you what you’ve been asking for.”
She tensed. “Um, orgasms?”