“No. It doesn’t make me want to hurt you.” Jayden couldn’t lie convincingly if he tried. He’s hard as steel in his jeans.
“What does it make you want?” Chogan asks.
“It…” Jayden swallows. He’s having trouble putting it into words. He’s afraid to.
“It’s all right. You can tell us. You can tell us anything,” Elijah says, one hand on Jayden’s throat, the other resting on his thigh. The two of them touching him together, Chogan and Elijah, are quietly dominant.
“It makes me want to submit,” Jayden admits.
“You sound surprised,” Chogan says, his breath warm against Jayden’s neck.
“I’m not normally the one who does the submitting.”
“But do you like it?” Elijah asks.