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“We should make her get it tattooed there,” Trip murmurs as he presses his thumb to my clit. I gasp and my body clamps down around him. Just as my body is about to erupt with pleasure, Trip withdraws his hand.
Then he spanks me again. My core clenches hard around nothing and a desperate moan escapes me before I can stop it.
“That’s right, dollface. Enjoy it while you can, because you’re not going to be happy about how this ends,” Trip warns as his fingers slide back inside of me.
“W-what?” I squeeze my eyes shut as I savor the relief his fingers give me as they caress the inside of me.
“So, dollface, here’s another lesson for you,” Grant says. My eyes flutter open and focus on him. “You will entrust us with everything. Your body, your secrets, and everything in between, it all belongs to us. How else are we supposed to know what’s going on in your life if you don’t tell us?”
“I don’t want you to know—Oh!” I cry out when Trip pulls his fingers out of me again just as I neared the edge of oblivion. I’m breathing hard now. Not from pain but from the desperate need for release.
“We don’t care whatyouwant when it comes toourrules.” Grant stares down at me, his expression cool and detached. “This is about whatwewant. And we want all of you, Briella. That includes knowing the daily shit going on in your life, the good or bad.”
Trip slides his fingers back inside of me. My cheeks warm with embarrassment as my back arches to give him better access.
“Is this about what Jason told me?” I whimper. “Because I didn’t ask for him to come talk to me! I don’t care what’s going on in your lives!”
Grant’s cold laugh is both terrifying and hot. My body clenches around Trip’s fingers as Grant says, “You should care, because your role in our lives has just shifted.”
I don’t know what he means, and I stop caring when Trip inserts a third finger. A wail breaks past my lips, and I press back into his hand. My body clenches around him as Trip pumps in and out of me.
“Do you hear our doll?” Trip asks as I gasp and sigh as pleasure mounts. “She loves being played with. She knows her role and complies so well when she’s not being a brat.”
“She’s quite versatile,” Grant drawls. “What fun you are, dollface.”
I want to tell them how much I hate them. That I can’t stand this stupid game, or the risks involved. But I’m beyond words as Trip makes slow but steady progress in driving me crazy.
“So, did she tell you what happened?” Grant asks Trip.
“Said she got a call from Pianna that upset her.”
Grant directs his next question to me, “Is your friend alright?”
I open my mouth to tell him to mind his business, but I’m so close to coming, all I can muster is a deep moan. Trip pulls his fingers from me again.
“Trip, please…” I whisper, hating the whine to my voice and how desperate I am to feel his fingers, or anything else, inside of me. Grant smirks down at me but it disappears quickly.
“I asked you a question, dollface.”
“She’s fine!” I struggle to straighten but Trip’s hand remains firmly planted on my neck.
“Then why would a call from her upset you?” Grant demands.
This is the weirdest interrogation ever. Why can’t they just let me cum and then let me go to work?
Grant sighs. “Continue, Trip. Our doll refuses to divulge all the information.”
Trip doesn’t hesitate. Again and again he forces my body to climb to a peak only to refuse to let me over that ledge.
“Please, please, please! Trip, stop playing around.”
Trip doesn’t answer. He simply continues his torture until I’m blubbering mess.
“Want to tell me what Pianna said to upset you?” Grant asks after a while. Trip stops his torture so I can answer.
I work the knot down in my throat. It takes a few moments and several deep breaths, but finally I manage to spit out, “She thought she saw a ghost from her past. I had to remind her that it wasn’t possible, but that bastard hurt us both so badly that talking about him is upsetting.”
I regret every word that spills from my lips. It’s too much information. Grant’s expression remains full of contempt, but I don’t miss the way his eyes darken and lips press together just a little tighter. All the mirth in his gaze is gone.
