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moaned.
    The word was whispered, but Aiden heard it loud and clear. Jenn crawled onto the bed and under Craig, perpendicular to his torso, then squeezed under his belly. Not many more moments later, the sound of sucking filled the room.
    Aiden drew in a deep breath and waved his arms wide to ease the tightness in his shoulders and chest. When he raised the flogger, he kept breathing deeply, letting his mind focus on the lush landscape in front of him. Pink, purple, red and yellow. Rounded globes, a velvet sac, thick, muscled thighs.
    He raised his arm and put power behind the sideways stroke he delivered.
    Craig grunted. “One…Sir.” A gasp, then, “Two, Sir…three, Sir…”
    Back and forth, Aiden swung his arms, letting the sound of cracking leather take him there, to the place where his thoughts centered, focus narrowing to his own breaths, the trickles of sweat down his chest and back, the burn in his arms and shoulders. Narrowed to the man shivering in front of him. His muscles tensing and releasing between strokes. His balls drawing up hard against his groin. The asshole that gaped then closed.
    Aiden tossed aside the flogger. “On the floor, boy.” He quickly donned another condom.
    Craig straightened, stiff, kneeling on the mattress, his chest heaving and his hands on his thighs. He shook his head.
    “On the floor, or this ends.”
    Jenn sat up, leaned into Craig and gave him a hug, then moved back to curl up on her side to watch.
    Craig backed off the mattress then slowly turned toward Aiden. This time, his head was down, his gaze was lowered. Red splotched his cheeks.
    Aiden indicated with a finger toward the pad on the floor. “Hands and knees, boy.” His voice surprised him. Gone was the hard edge. A trembling note softened the deep rumble.
    Craig’s expression lost tension. His lips quivered, but he went to his knees then down to his hands.
    Aiden walked behind him, glanced up once at Jenn, whose wide eyes were filling. Why? Was she jealous? Did she think she’d pushed him too hard? She’d started this. He turned his interest to Craig. It was too late now for them all. No way could he call a halt to their play. Craig needed his reward. Needed to submit. And Aiden needed to be the one to bring him that peace.
    Aiden came closer to Craig, touching his hip gently. “Do you want this?”
    Craig twisted around to stare. “Why are you asking? I’m here.”
    “Do you want this…with me?”
    Craig’s gaze clung to his. His eyes reflected some emotion, something deeper than Aiden understood. “I want this… only with you.”
    Aiden hadn’t known he’d wanted that reassurance until it was given. Something inside him eased open. His own head dropped and his chest deepened around a ragged, indrawn breath. He hadn’t realized Jenn had left the bed until her arms encircled his shoulders and her soft breasts flattened against his back. She peppered his neck with kisses until he glanced at her.
    She framed his face between her hands. “Fuck him for yourself, Aiden. Love him, if you can. But do it for us.”
    Again, he didn’t understand, but something inside him broke. She rose and kissed his mouth. “You need this. You need us.”
    His vision grew a little blurred and he blinked. “Jenn…?”
    “I love you, Aiden. I live to serve you, darling.” Then she came around him and knelt beside Craig, who’d watched their interaction.
    Craig’s expression was one of wonder and patience. “I didn’t know,” he said. “Didn’t understand.”
    Jenn gave him a soft smile. “Serving is loving. You’ve never truly submitted because you’re not a whore at heart, Craig. You need one Dom to serve. Just like me.”
    Aiden sensed the moment the two of them bonded as they shared smiles.
    “Who the hell’s in charge here?” he grumbled, unsure about the emotions swirling around and inside him.
    “You are, Sir,” Craig said, with a one-sided grin. “My ass certainly knows it.”
    Aiden gave a sharp,