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look in my eyes the entire time. If it ever gets too much, if you need to stop, all you need to do is pump my hand twice. Understand?”
    “Yes.”
    Something hard and cool traced her spine, moving from one vertebra to the next in an unhurried fashion. Because she couldn’t see what Taz was doing, she died a little each second.
    And Fred was watching it all, his lips parted, his eyes a dark midnight blue. She felt him with her.
    When Taz ran the crop down the open slit of her body she gasped, shuddering at the solid feel, at the intention and authority she could feel humming through it from Taz to her.
    She heard it whistle then there was a bright hot flash of pain on her right buttock. The sound, the impact made her think of that first moment when you dropped something on a frying pan. Her body arched and sound whispered through her lips. “Ahhhhh.”
    “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me ,” Fred commanded.
    Her eyes snapped open and it was so intimate to look into him and feel him looking into her. She was more naked this way than she’d ever been in her life. He could see everything, read everything so she was an open book in his palm. He could move her from page to page and all she could do was surrender and be open to him, to this moment, to the sound of the crop falling, the strike, the hot sizzle of pain, the satisfaction of it as it bloomed on her skin like the toughest kiss.
    Her submission turned her on as much as anything else. The almost-humiliation of being naked while both men were clothed. She was liberated by every gasp Taz made her utter, by the spill of a tear that wanted to fall, the soft rain of the crop, heating her like a warm bath would until it was hotter, hotter, until she writhed and tears were falling onto the hands she clasped to Fred’s.
    All along he was both observer—which was so sexy—and participant, as if part of him ate up every pained cry she gave, rode the same edge of harrowing desire.
    “Stop.”
    The voice was like water hitting her face, soft but with as much impact as Taz’s strikes. She saw Fred looking at Taz, sensed they were silently communicating, but she felt oddly peaceful while her body hummed, her fingers curling, the throbbing pain of her ass, the neediness between her legs.
    “We’re both going to fuck you,” Fred said.
    “Yes, oh, yes.” She collapsed against the side of the SUV, her legs too shaky to hold her now, but it was okay because Fred and Taz were both suddenly behind her and they held her up. Two sets of hands moving her confidently so her feet left the ground, spreading her wider, a callused big palm patting her ass—Taz, she thought.
    She heard the rustle of plastic then the wrapper was placed deliberately beside her. Another hand on her back, stroking her, almost consoling her so more of those wonderful tears dripped. She was not a crier, but this felt so good, as if they’d reached inside her to some bottled up place and helped her open it.
    Fred had given her this gift. Because she loved him.
    That thought made her eyes pop, but she couldn’t hide from it. Not after what they’d done to her. Nothing was hidden, not her shadows, not her moments of light. She was naked to herself as much as to Fred and Taz.
    A hand on her back steadied her then she felt the blunt head of a cock rubbing against her pussy. She was so alive now it was like every brush set off fire crackers in her blood. She gasped and tried to shove herself back, so desperate to be fucked.
    Two sets of hands again took control, holding her unmoving so she was breached then entered from behind. Belatedly she realised she wasn’t sure who was taking her. Taz? Fred?
    The not knowing sent a delicious tingle of the forbidden. They had given her a taste of the whip, a taste of humiliation and absolute control and now they were giving her a taste of stranger-sex, something that had purely been a fantasy before now because she valued herself too much not to be safe.
    But