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)
“Not that. Not until you’ve earned them.” He reached around and undid her jeans, dragging them down her legs. Then he crouched and removed her boots and jeans.
Now, she was just standing there wearing a pair of black, lace panties.
“Oh God, I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” she groaned, finally cottoning on.
“You are trouble, brat,” he grumbled as he ran his finger along the top of her panties. Then he ran it over her firm butt cheek. “Luckily, you’re the best kind of trouble.”
She wasn’t so sure about that. Trouble always seemed to find her and it was never good.
Slap!
Oh hell.
That stung. But in a good way. It sliced right through her brain, cutting off the negative thoughts.
Slap! Slap!
“What’s your safeword, Gem?” he growled in her ear.
“Pickles.”
“You don’t like pickles?” he asked.
“I love them. Nothing like a good pickle, but they don’t like me. I break out in hives so I try not to eat them.”
“Good to know.” He ran a hand lightly down her back. “Remember to use your safeword if you need to.”
She nodded.
She’d never used it before so she figured she wouldn’t now.
Slap! Slap!
“I find out you needed me to stop and you didn’t say it and we’re going to have big, big trouble.”
A shiver ran through her.
How could he possibly read her mind?
“Starting to know you, Gem,” he told her. “And you aren’t a good communicator.”
Do you ever shut up? Well, at least I know a way to shut you up.
“No thinking.”
Slap! Slap!
“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.
“Don’t know where you just went, Gem. But you stay the fuck here with me, hear?”
“Didn’t go anywhere.”
Ouch!
He smacked her ass several times until she was breathing heavily and nearly in tears.
“Ouch! Shit! What was that for?”
“Lying,” he growled. “I should take my belt to your ass.”
Fear welled inside her. “No belts.”
He froze behind her. “Shit, Gem. Hard limit?”
“Yes,” she managed to force out.
He rubbed her back soothingly. “Any other hard limits I should know about? You said no whips and canes.”
She still felt bad, though because she knew he liked those things.
Then again, he could still use them . . . just on other people.
Only, she wasn’t sure she liked that idea.
“Don’t worry so much, Gem. Everything is going to be all right.”
Yeah. That had never been her experience. Most of the time, everything went to shit.
“I know you went somewhere else in your head before and I gotta say, I didn’t much like it. So every time you drift, I’m gonna bring you back, however I have to, got me?”
“Got you,” she whispered.
“So tell me about any more hard limits that you have.”
“No humiliation. Don’t speak badly about my body or my . . . my brain. Or my clothes. Or my personality.”
He spun her around and kissed her. Hard.
And when he drew back, she could see how dark his face was.
He was furious.
Opal swallowed heavily, expecting the next words out of his mouth to be censure. To tell her that he could no longer be with her.