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become now that she was naked and he was undressed, too. And they had company!
    “Relax, doll. This will only hurt for a minute.”
    “What?” she screeched, certain she strained every muscle as she tried to lift herself away from the wheel once more.
    Devon waved a dildo high in the air. She gasped, nearly choked, as she eyed the thick toy. Between the sexual frustration and building apprehension, she wasn’t sure if she could take continual stimulation. She was aroused enough. “Don’t do it, Devon. Please.”
    “Don’t what? Taunt you?”
    “Yes.”
    “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, nodding to their guests waiting in the dark corner. “Cara and Tigger are a different story.”
    Oiling the artificial cock became a work of art as Devon rubbed the lubricant up and down the shaft. “We have a few things to ask you.”
    “Wonderful,” she muttered, watching as Cara and Tigger came into view then made themselves comfortable on the bed. “Ever heard of an inquisition with your clothes on and without an audience? I’m pretty straightforward. I wouldn’t oppose an intimate interrogation.”
    “You’ll have one soon enough,” Tigger promised, acting as if he were used to these games. “Devon has a trust issue. You understand. It isn’t often when the object of Devon’s affections has been in bed with a man he sees as his enemy.”
    “I’m obviously not under the covers with anyone at this particular moment.”
    Devon snickered. He leaned over and acted as if he might kiss her. Instead, he whispered, “Don’t be sassy, Victory.”
    “Tigger asked a question,” she said.
    “No I didn’t,” Tigger said. “But I’m getting around to it. How can Devon trust you?”
    “How can he not?” Victory asked, watching Devon as he moved around the wheel, dragging his fingers up and down her legs at various points.
    “Like I said, you were in bed with the Angels.”
    “I was in bed with Damsel because I didn’t know better. Gaylord was a different story.”
    Devon stopped. “How was it different?”
    “Were you in love with Gaylord?” Tigger asked.
    Her heart caught in her chest. She felt the tears well in her eyes. She stared at the ceiling, willing herself to grab a hold of her emotions before she answered him. Love? No. She hated Gaylord more than she could explain, more than she’d ever be able to put into words.
    “Well? Were you?” Tigger pressed.
    “No,” she bit out. “He made me. Okay? Can we change the subject now?”
    “No,” Tigger said.
    “Yes,” Devon deadpanned. The lone word was spoken with finality. Apparently, she’d told them everything they needed to know.
    The room fell silent. Devon made a complete circle around her, his hands were suddenly everywhere, propelling over her with increased speed. Then, out of nowhere, several blows came down across her pussy. Wallop! Wallop! Wallop! Devon slapped her bare mound with the slippery shaft and her mouth went dry as he wiggled the toy against her entrance. “Holy hell, you’re so wet. You’re excited, aren’t cha baby?”
    “No,” she rasped.
    “Don’t lie to me, Victory. I’ll spank you until you’re spewing truths.”
    “Telling you the truth is the least of my worries.” She had every intention of being honest with him because she planned to keep him around for longer than a minute. Relationships were built on trust and truth. If she ever expected to form a real committed relationship with someone, she had to start somewhere, and honesty seemed like a remarkable place to begin.
    Devon studied Tigger, and Tigger shrugged. Cara shot Victory a grin, one of those knowing smiles one woman gives to another when she understands what she’s going through because she’s lived the experience.
    Undoubtedly, this event stood as her club initiation. The MC had their unusual ways of introducing a woman into their way of life.
    “You’ve been here, done this,” Victory said, thinking Cara’s presence there was more