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Aaron tsked to cover up the hiss that crawled out of his throat. He was enjoying my fellatio skills a little too much. “I don’t do that. I sell them. Normally, a year is about all I do before I get bored, but Duncan here has been so much fun to break. You should see him take cock now. It’s beautiful. When he first showed up, owing my brother money, I knew he’d make a great submissive as soon as I taught him to love being dominated. Small men can only take so much punishment before they break under the cane or the lash.”
“You—” Clay began. “I saw his chest. You’re responsible for all that damage?”
“Of course,” Aaron assured him.
“Jesus.” Clay sounded both horrified and impressed at the same time.
“I enjoyed it.”
Clay couldn’t keep his hand from my crease or from sliding it under me to grope my cock through my pants. “He’s really hard. May I suck him off?”
“How about this?” Aaron countered. “You have me out to your resort this weekend, and I might let you come in his ass.”
He squeezed my right cheek before he got up. “Is he tight inside?”
“What do you think?” Aaron scoffed. “I’m the only one he’s ever had. He was straight before we struck our bargain. Of course he’s tight, and when he wraps those muscular thighs of his around you … I swear to God, I’ve never come like that in my life.”
I felt a hand graze my back.
“Invite me to the resort, Mr. Wells,” Aaron said coolly. “And don’t touch my things without permission. It makes me edgy.”
Wells’s hand was gone immediately.
“We leave tomorrow morning on my plane,” Clay said after a moment.
“No. I only fly on my plane. You may join me if you’d like. If not, my man Miguel is just outside. Give him the details, and we’ll connect with you there tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes.” He sounded breathless. “I will, and thank you.”
“Please leave us and zip—”
“Could I watch him finish you off?”
“Certainly,” Aaron sneered and snapped his fingers at me.
He couldn’t possibly last. Already, he was like velvet-covered steel in my mouth, and between my hand and my lips, he filled my throat in seconds.
“Take it all,” he ordered.
I swallowed and then licked him clean, finally wiping my mouth on his thigh.
“Come here.”
Hands on the arms of the chair, I pushed up to meet him.
Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me savagely, devouring my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue.
“I’ll see your man, Mr. Sutter,” Clay Wells rasped.
Aaron moved his left hand from my cheek and gave him a dismissive wave. I saw the gesture out of the corner of my eye.
Once he was gone and I could hear the zipper being dragged down, I pulled back and grinned at Aaron. “That was kick-ass, Sutter.”
But something was very wrong. Aaron looked shell-shocked. He was trembling, looking almost like he was going to cry, and gulping for air.
I grabbed him and stared into his eyes. “Aaron?”
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his hand tracing over my cheek, where he’d hit me.
