Chapter Seven
The small hostel where they stayed in the Bavarian Alps catered to lovers. A quaint but much tinier version of The Chateau, its old-world charm put her immediately in the mood for s*x. Rennie came prepared with a whip, a wooden hairbrush and a collapsible cane.
“With my ass so raw, you’d going to punish me more?” she asked, seeing the items in his overnight bag.
“I’m prepared for anything that arises when I’m with a unruly woman like you.”
“I have no desire to be unruly, Rennie, I just want your love,” she told him.
He was removing his traveling clothes. The sight of his tan muscles coming into view made her crotch jolt instantly.
“Unruly is your nature,” he agreed, “and exactly why keeping your ass well-worked is probably the best reminder for good behavior.
He was
