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But there was no outsider here. Just Asa.

“You know I do.”

Asa’s thumbs followed the tracks of wetness down his cheeks. “Then say it.”

“I love being a whore for you. Your whore. Yours.”

“Fuck. So obedient, Lois,” Asa said.

Even through the haze, Zane took in the obvious signs of Asa’s arousal. The bulge in his pants. The way his breaths grew shallow. The scorching way he looked at Zane as he took him apart with nothing more than his words.

Asa wanted this, too. Wanted him.

“You were made to kneel. Born to serve. Born to be mine,” Asa said, his tone almost bored.

Zane nodded, knowing if he tried to speak, he might actually break down and weep for real. Not because he was sad. Not because he was hurt. Not even because he was scared. He wasn’t any of those things.

He was overwhelmed.

The force of his need for Asa was too much to keep inside, and tears were the only outlet he had available to him at the moment.

“You look so pretty when you cry. You know that? Like…fuck, Lois. It makes me want to ruin you. It makes me want to take you apart in ways that would probably terrify you if I could put a name to them.”

“Do it,” Zane choked. “Do it, Asa. I want you to.”

Asa groaned, palming over his own cock like he needed the friction. “You have no idea what you’re saying. I wish I could fuck you in front of the whole world, wish I could show everybody how obedient you are, how dirty you are, how well you take whatever I give you.”

Zane was only half listening, more turned on by the tone of Asa’s voice than the words themselves, his eyes glued to where Asa’s hand was rubbing.

His tongue darted out over dry lips, his hands fisting at his sides as he fought the urge to touch.

“You want this, Lois?” Asa teased, deftly flicking open his button and zipper with one hand. Zane whimpered, raising his hand but freezing when Asa said, “Uh-uh-uh. Did I say you could touch?”

“Please,” he whispered, hating the way his voice cracked, the way his anxiety spiked as his husband denied him something that was always so readily available. “Asa…”

Asa’s chuckle was maddening.

Zane’s cock pulsed, leaking more precum at his taunting.

“Shh, Lois. You’re being so good. Don’t lose it on me now.”

Zane cried a little harder, his humiliation returning, wrapping around him like an old blanket. “I’m sorry,” he whined.

“My sweet Lois, so soft. Come here, baby,” Asa crooned again, drawing him forward with a hand under his chin.

Zane leaned in, anticipating another attack on his senses, another taunt, but instead, Asa kissed him. Soft. Slow. So painfully sweet.

Zane couldn’t stop his surprised exhalation.

Asa used the opportunity to slide his tongue home, probing Zane’s mouth in a way that had him moaning, his neglected cock bobbing between his legs.

This was worse somehow. The denial he understood. But the tenderness threaded through it kept scrambling his fucking brain.

When Asa drew back, Zane whined, trying to chase his lips. Asa laughed at him, patting his cheek condescendingly, then pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it somewhere behind Zane.

Getting Asa naked had never felt this hard-won before. Usually, Zane barely had to reach before Asa was there.

He groaned, his eyes greedily roaming Asa’s toned physique, fingers itching to touch him. He dropped his gaze back to his own dick, then looked up at Asa, his gaze pleading.