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I flinched at the burn. Damn, that hurt.
“One.” Kaleb slapped the same globe again. “Two.” A slap to the other globe. “Three.”
Ow, freaking ow.
“Now let’s try this again, Briar,” said Trace. “What other kind of porn did you watch?”
Blunt nails dragged over my smarting flesh, and I hissed out a breath. “Cat and I only looked it up after having too many glasses of wine; we wanted to know why it was so often talked about.”
“Which doesn’t answer the question.” Kaleb slapped my ass again and,fuck, it was now throbbing like a mother. “What sort of porn was it?”
“Hentai,” I gritted out, my face now feeling almost as hot as my over-spanked flesh.
“There,” said Trace, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I blinked, surprised that neither man had much else to say about my watching anime porn.
“Have you ever sent naked pictures of yourself to anyone?” asked Kaleb, gently smoothing his hands over my ass. But it wasn’t to comfort or seduce. It was a threat.
“No.” I wouldn’t have trusted that the photos wouldn’t have been shared or leaked to the media.
Another soft stroke over my ass. “What’s your favorite sex position?”
“I don’t have one.”
Trace hummed. “What’s a sure-fire way to turn you on?”
That should have been obvious. “Pin me down.”
Bracing his elbows on the table, Trace interlinked his fingers. “Tell me something non-sexual that turns you on.”
The first thing that came to my mind was Kaleb’s voice. I wasn’t so inclined to say that out loud, however. These two men had enough power over me as it was. “There isn’t anything.”
Trace let out a sad sigh. “Such a little liar.”
Slap.
I jumped. “Fuck.” Sharp bristles grazed over my stinging flesh.Kaleb’s stubble,I realized.
“Answer the question, Briar,” Kaleb pushed, trailing little bites over my butt—again, it was a threat.
“Voices,” I replied, vague. “Some voices turn me on.”
Trace’s brow inched up. “Like whose?”
Oh, the fucker.“None in particular.Dammit, Kaleb!” The son of a bitch had sank his teeth hard into my smarting skin.
“Whose voice?” Trace persisted, leaning forward just a little. “Tell us, Briar.”
I ground my teeth. “Kaleb’s.” The idiot behind me must have liked that, because he pressed a soft kiss to his bite mark.
Trace’s mouth curved. “I figured that would be your answer. Now … what do you wear for bed?”
“A smile,” I snarked.
Both pricks chuckled.
Fingertips danced over my folds, short nails lightly scraping over my underwear, and my inner muscles fluttered.
