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)
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.”
A smile broke out on his face. “Yeah. She’s good.”
Better than good. She was with him.
So she was fucking perfect.
“I wanna suck your cock, please.”
Saxon chuckled. “Think this is my cue to leave you both.”
“Please,” she begged.
“No. not yet.”
“Please, Renard? I’m ready. I’m so ready. You’ve made me wait so long.” She’d barely been allowed to do more than lick it. It was so mean.
“Made you wait? Fuck, baby, you think it hasn’t been torture having you play with me? Experiment? Lick and tease me? Torture. But the first time you make me come with your mouth is not going to be with other people around. And it is definitely not going to be after I just whipped you and you’re swimming on the edge of subspace. Understand?”
“So bossy.”
“You want a spanking on top of what just happened?”
“That would be no.”
“Then behave yourself.”
She grinned. “Hmm, that doesn’t sound like much fun.”
Renard walked in the door of his apartment and felt a warmth fill him.
That didn’t happen before Opal. He’d dreaded coming back to this place.
It had felt cold and dark.
Now, it was lighter. Happier. It still wasn’t somewhere he wanted to live forever. But it felt more like a home.
And that had nothing to do with the cushions or the throw over the back of the couch. He’d wondered why the hell they needed a throw until he’d come home one night to her curled up under it with a cup of hot chocolate in hand, reading a book.
Then he’d known.
Because she’d looked so damn cosy and happy and content.
He’d put up with a million fluffy cushions and blue throws for that. Well, apparently it was teal but who the fuck cared?
Looked blue to him.
He frowned when he found she wasn’t on the couch. Was she in bed? Shit. Did she have a headache?
She’d only had one bad headache while he was with her and he hadn’t liked it one bit. She’d had to take to her bed in the dark with absolute quiet. The next day, he’d had her at the doctor to get that shit fixed.
While Jenna couldn’t fix things entirely, she had prescribed a pill that should help as long as his girl took it as soon as she felt a headache coming on. But while she could now handle pills being in the apartment, she still had trouble taking them when on her own.
It was something she was working on with Molly.
“Opal?” he called out.
“Coming, Chef.”
She stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in a chef’s apron.
And nothing else.
His mouth dropped open. “What are you doing, Gem?”
“Well, I thought I would use what I’ve learned from our cooking lessons to make you dinner.”
He’d been giving her regular cooking lessons. And she had actually come a long way.