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that commanding tone without question, but it was another thing entirely to see Daniel back up, lift his eyes, and slowly—God, what was she watching?—slowly part his lips. He sucked Remy’s glistening finger into his mouth. There was challenge in his upward stare, but pleasure and curiosity and almost…acceptance. Naya chanced her own look up at Remy’s face.
    Oh, he looked like a god. Hovering over them. Looming. His chest lifted on a gusty inhale. His biceps tightened visibly as Daniel licked him clean.
    He jerked back, grabbed the belt, latched an arm around Naya’s torso. She had no time to switch gears. Softness and intrigued surprise gave way to searing shots of pain across her ass and upper thighs. He shifted his arm with each flick so that the rounded loop of leather hit one cheek, then the other. One thigh, then the other.
    Naya kicked her feet where they stuck out from the edge of the couch. He leaned over and slapped her soles. She yelped, struggled.
    “Still. Now.”
    Of course she complied. It was who she was. How she was wired. In honor of the right voice, she had no choice but to obey.
    Body. Still. Now.
    Her mind was another matter. From some unknowable place in her brain, she hit the moment when everything was so fucking funny. Uncontrolled giggles must’ve seemed a strange contrast to cheeks streaked with tears. For Naya, it was glorious. Up and down. Pain and pleasure. Crying and laughing.
    “Just like that,” she hiccupped on another wave of giggles. “Still. Now. Domly Dom voice. Acho , and look what I did. Like a puppet. No, like a light switch. On and on and on because it fucking hurts. You get that? No. Not you two. But then off. No pain. Mira. And then off. Don’t move. Ta-da. Cuz normal people like their asses blistered by a belt.”
    She kicked her heels again, gratified to see Daniel’s amusement reflected in his wide smile. “Bye-bye,” he whispered.
    “Bye-bye,” she said in return.
    Because, oh, she was flying.
    She felt that weightlessness even more when Remy released his hold. Those tickling arm hairs brushed along her lower breasts, which made her giggle harder. She sounded demented. Loved. It. Oh .
    “You think this is funny, girl?”
    “You don’t?” She tucked her mouth against the sofa’s back and gasped against the cool material. The heat from her mouth was moist. Finding the strength, she lifted her heavy head. She was floating, but her body wouldn’t behave. Solidly earthbound. “Because it’s ridiculous and beautiful.”
    She never knew what hit her.
    Pain so sharp that it cut through the rainbow haze of her pleasure. The crack of leather landed square on her lower back where he’d repeated the most strokes, done the most damage.
    “You wanted this,” he growled. “And now you’re laughing?”
    He hit her again.
    “No, no. Fuck… yellow , I guess. Time-out.” She twisted away until her sore skin pushed against the armrest. “You don’t get it. I need to laugh. Just as much as I need the pain.”

Chapter Six
    Remy jerked the belt behind his own ass, as if taking it out of sight would take it out of mind. No such luck. He hadn’t tripped into safe-word territory, but it was plain he’d missed some cue. He froze before he accidentally tipped over a hidden barrier he didn’t understand. Yellow was bad enough, though he reminded himself this was why half-measures existed. To keep from irreparable harm.
    She sank into the cushions of the couch, one hand up in front of her although her eyes were just as bright with excitement. This was a respite. A little break. Daniel wrapped his forearm around her upper shoulders. Remy layered his fingers over the other man’s forearm.
    He wasn’t sure who was giving reassurance and who was taking. Daniel bent over her, whispering in her ear. Naya nodded. “ Sí, sí . Fine.”
    Remy coiled his hand around the warmed leather of his belt and blew out a harsh breath. He was running hot. Overcharged. He was torn