Page 204 of Renard's Deliverance

“I know you would. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re having to do this. Like you’re being forced to.”

“But that’s not the way we are, the way we play, is it? Because if I ever don’t want to do something, I say my safeword.”

“Promise me you’ll say it,” he said firmly.

“I will. I promise.”

“Because if you don’t?—”

“I’ll be in big trouble. I know,” she said.

He narrowed his eyes, making his face stern. “You sassing me, girl?”

She straightened. “No, Sir!”

“You better not be, because you know what happens to naughty girls in my kitchen. What happened to you the last time you were naughty in my kitchen?”

“I got spanked with a wooden spoon.”

“I am happy to go get that wooden spoon right now, missy.”

Her hands went behind to protect her bottom as she shook her head. “I don’t want you to spank me, Chef!”

“Then you’ll have to show me how sorry you are.” He grabbed one of those fluffy cushions and dropped it onto the floor between his feet.

She slid onto her knees in front of him.

Fuck. So damn hot.

“I’m really a good girl, Chef.”

He snorted. “Well, you need to show me that.” He took off his pants, drawing them and his boxers down. Then he stripped off his shirt.

Opal licked her lips as she took him in. “You are so damn hot.”

“Is that anyway to speak to your superior, girl?”

“Sorry, Chef!”

“I think I need that wooden spoon.”

“No, no, Chef! I’ll be a good girl.”

“Show me. Suck on my cock.”

God. She was so good at it. She took him deep and her mouth was so warm and hot.

Fucking heaven.

Reaching down, he drew her off his cock. Cupping her chin, he forced her to look up at him.

“Who are you sucking?”

“You, Chef.”

“Who, baby?”

“You, Renard.”

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