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)
Then he moved his hand away and she let out a protesting cry.
“Shh, girl,” he growled. “You’re going to take this. You deserve it. So fucking naughty.” He moved in behind her, covering her with his body. It was deliberate, he was giving them some privacy while still in the middle of a scene.
And then his fingers got to work.
She hadn’t thought she’d be able to come like this, with people watching. And she knew that if she wanted to stop it that she could. But it felt so good. His fingers played with her clit, then thrust themselves inside her, and every so often, his hand landed on her thigh.
He worked her until she screamed her release, collapsing on the desk.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered to her. “Such a good, fucking beautiful girl. Well done, baby. You did so well.”
Damn.
She lapped up the words of praise like a hungry kitten given a bowl of cream.
He moved away from her before lifting her into his arms. She let out a small cry.
“Shh, baby. I’ll get you sorted soon.”
She didn’t know why she was so tired; she hadn’t done that much.
“What about you?” she asked.
“What about me?” he asked as he carried her over to a dark corner where there was a couch. He settled her on the couch on her side and wrapped the blanket around her.
Bliss.
Then he crouched and brushed her hair off her face.
“Don’t you want to get off?”
“I’m fine, Gem.”
“But—”
“Who is in charge right now?” he said in a low, growly voice that warned her he was getting to the edge of his patience.
A smart person would back off.
But she’d never claimed to be that smart.
“You are.”
“That’s right.”
“But don’t you want—”
“You need another spanking, Gem?” he asked.
Uh-oh.
No, she did not.
Her poor bottom was already hot and sore.
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Renard.”
“That’s better. Now, you stay the fuck here while I clean up, hear me?”
“Yes, Sir.” She thought about saluting but her poor bottom couldn’t handle cashing in the check her mouth might make.
Huh. Maybe she was getting smarter.
Opal was curled up in his lap, getting treated like a fucking princess when the sub approached.
He was nervous.
She could tell that by the way he shuffled his feet and cleared his throat several times before he could speak.
“Um, Sir?” he asked as no one said anything.
She lifted her head up to look at him.
Well, she tried to. Renard shoved her head back into his chest.
Then he grunted. “Yeah?”
“Um, Sir, are you going to . . . will you . . . be using your whip on any other subs tonight?” the sub asked with hope clear in his voice.
“Nope.”
“Oh.” The poor guy’s shoulders slumped and the sadness in his face was killing her. “Are you sure?”
“Yep. Here with my girl. I’m only performing with her.”
“Oh, yes, of course. I just thought you might still, uh, want to, well . . . anyway . . . sorry.”
Shit. This was painful. As the guy turned, she called out. “Hey, wait.”
He spun back. He was young, with dark hair and pale skin. She’d never seen him before but that didn’t mean he was new to the club or scene.
“Baby,” Renard warned, tightening his arms around her. “Hush. We’re having aftercare and you weren’t given permission to talk freely.”
Um. Really?
“I like to talk.”
“Know you do. But you need to check with me first before you can talk to people. Remember, we discussed this?”
Well. Hell.
“I thought that was just Doms.”
He seemed to think about this. “All right. I didn’t make it clear. It’s everyone.”
“That sucks. Okay, can I speak to this guy?
“Nope.”
“Renard!” she complained. “I want to talk to him.”
“No.”
She was aware of the guy watching them, his eyes growing wide. Probably thinking that she was the worst sub in the history of subs.
“Please. I want to ask him some questions.”
“Ask me.”
“Sub to sub.”
Renard grunted.
“You want to give me what I need, remember?”
His scowl grew ferocious. “Don’t like my words being turned on me.”
She gave him her best pouty face.
“Fine. But you’re paying for this at home. I’m going to fuck you until you scream yourself raw and only then will you get to come.”
Oh, goody.
She turned to the guy. “Hey, I’m Opal.”
“Lex.”
“You have three minutes. No niceties,” Renard said.
Lex jumped at the bark in Renard’s voice, but she just sighed. “Sorry about him. He’s a touch . . . grouchy.”
“Gem,” he warned.
“I wanted to ask you why.”
Lex blinked. “Why what?”
“Why you want him to whip you? Doesn’t it hurt? Doesn’t it scare you that he’ll cause you to bleed or scar? Or do you want that?”
“Oh. Well. He’s one of the best, you know. So if you don’t want to bleed, then you won’t. And, I, um, I like it because it feels good. Like, it stings but then there’s a warmth afterward that just makes your mind drift. Everything goes away. The pain. The fears. The worries. It just all disappears into a haze.”