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finger, igniting a fiery path across her flesh. “You understand it, don’t you?”
    “Yes.” She closed her eyes, knowing she was admitting to more tonight than she should, knowing she would pay one hell of a price for it later.
    “You want to experience what it’s like, don’t you?” His finger dipped beneath the neckline of her blouse to drag across the swell of her breasts.
    Her heart raced. Her nipples pulsed. Between her legs, Grant’s hand moved a fraction of an inch closer to her flaming pussy. “Yes.”
    “Do you shave your lips?” Grant’s thumb grazed lightly back and forth over her inner thigh, taunting her pussy, driving her need for his touch higher and higher. “Is this pussy smooth for us?”
    The anticipation was killing her. Claws of desire raked down her slit, slicing a fiery path in her sensitive flesh from her engorging clit to her virgin anus. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
    Grant squeezed her inner thigh, drawing a sound that was half whimper and half moan from low in her throat. “I will when I’m ready. I’ve asked you twice. If you make me ask a third time, I’ll make you wait longer.”
    She couldn’t stand it. She had waited so long for their touch. Waiting another heartbeat would shatter her. “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    Her eyes popped open at Cade’s question. She stared at him, confusion penetrating the sexual fog in her head. “Why what?”
    “Why do you shave your pussy?” Cade pulled his finger from her blouse and flattened his large hand over her right breast through her shirt and bra, fisted it, and squeezed. Her back arched as the pressure of his grip on her tit sent a delicious zing straight to her weeping pussy. “Did someone order you to do it?”
    “No.” She had done it because she wanted to, because she had instinctively known they would want her pussy bare and smooth for them. “I like it.”
    “Why do you like it?” Grant dragged the tip of his finger down the crease of her inner thigh, lightly touching the outer edge of her pussy lip, spiraling her torment to mind-altering elevations.
    “It feels good.” She could barely whisper the words around the moans bubbling in her throat. “Especially when I’m wet.”
    “You like the way your pussy lips glide together when you’re horny, like wet silk stretched between your legs.” Grant traced her slit with the tip of his finger, and her lips parted for him, beckoning his finger between them.
    “Yes. Touch me, Grant. Please.”
    “Does this pussy belong to us?”
    “Yes.” Every part of her body, her mind, her very soul belonged to them.
    “Then we’ll touch it when we’re ready.”
    She gasped when Grant pulled his hand from beneath her skirt. Cade released her breast and took the keys out of the ignition. The sudden loss of their touch threatened to bring tears to her eyes. Damn them for teasing her this way. She wanted to slap them, wanted to grab their hands and force them over her breasts and inside her pussy.
    “It’s time to eat.” Cade palmed the keys and slid her a look of pure hardened arrogance that had her demon prancing in its cage before he got out of the truck.
     
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    Patience was a virtue, but Cade figured he and Grant had been pushed to their limits. It was payback time. She needed to be taught that their touch came when they decided it would. She needed to learn to let go, to stop hiding her deepest, darkest desires behind the wall she had built inside herself and let them see to her pleasure. She would obey easily enough or they would punish her. The idea of bending her over his knee and spanking her tantalizing ass until it reddened, until cum dripped from her pussy, sent his cock through a whirlwind of calisthenics in his jeans.
    Teaching her to come to terms with those deepest, darkest desires once she set them free wouldn’t be so easy. That task would take a pair of much softer hands, ones he wasn’t sure he possessed. He was a tough man. His needs