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me to watch you.”
    “No.” she said shortly, frowning, “I want you with me. With me and Doug.” Her eyes lifted to meet Doug’s. “I know this is a shock to you, too, because I’ve never let on that things weren’t perfect between us, but I didn’t realize how much was missing until now. I’m so sorry for my freak out, but I really think I need this. Can you give me tonight? If you ask me to walk away in the morning and never speak of it again, I will, but please, can we start over, and finish this night with Killian?”

Chapter Four
     

    Doug…
    It took him a moment to register what she was asking. Alana wanted to keep going. She wanted to fuck Killian. Holy shit! It was like heaven and hell were both tempting him with what he wanted the most.
    He lifted his eyes to meet Killian’s. They were business partners, but Doug considered him to be his best friend, too. How would tonight change that? Did it matter?
    The heat of two sets of eyes bore into him as he tried to formulate a response that didn’t sound too eager, but didn’t stop them either.
    “Do you want this?” he asked Killian.
    Killian’s response started with a slow sexy smile that lit up his face, and darkened his green eyes. Without a word, he slid the tuxedo jacket from his shoulders, and tossed it onto a chair across the room. Then his long fingers began working at the knot of his bow tie. He was so close to them that Doug could feel his movements against his knees, and it kept his blood just slightly below the boiling point.
    It was time to face the elephant in the room. “This is for Alana, and we can’t promise you more than tonight.”
    Killian paused with the black satin bow tie dangling from his fingers. They all three stared at it motionless and silent.   It was wrinkled from wear, and yet parts of it were perfectly pristine. What a perfect metaphor for their current predicament.
    “I don’t want your promises.” Killian spoke barely above a whisper, but his voice echoed through the room. “I want your submission.”
    Doug’s eyes shot to Alana, and he was surprised to find her heavy-lidded and flushed. Oh yeah, she was certainly into that plan. With a smile, he turned back to Killian. “It looks like she’s okay with that.”
    “I know she is, but are you?”
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    Alana…
    “Me?” Doug squeaked, and then cleared his throat. “What do you mean?”
    Alana almost felt sorry for her husband. He was clearly clueless about his own best friend. She’d had her suspicions that Killian was a Dom, but he confirmed it when he took control of the scene in the other room. It turned her on like crazy; she desperately wanted to submit to him, but she had a gut feeling he wouldn’t go for it unless Doug was on his knees too.
    “I mean, I’m in charge. What I say goes when we’re in here. If you don’t like it you can say stop and we all part as friends, no harm no foul. But if you stay, you give up control to me.”
    He said it so calmly that they might have been discussing the Sunday newspaper, but Alana could see the flames he held tightly under control deep in his emerald eyes, Killian wanted both of them. He wanted to Master them, and possibly even fuck them both. A shiver of desire skittered up her spine, and her pussy dripped onto Doug’s slacks. She wanted that. Desperately.
    “Please say yes, Doug. Try it.” She murmured, kissing his jaw, and wriggling her ass on his groin.
    He let out a low groan, and his brow wrinkled as if he was in pain. “I’m not sure.”
    “Of course you’re not. Most submissives aren’t sure until they’ve experienced submission for the first time. Trust me to guide you in this. I’ve been doing it most of my life.” Killian’s demeanor was alluring, almost mesmerizing. His hand came up, and he stroked Alana’s cheek softly, “We can please her together, but the only way I’ll get enjoyment out of it, is if I have complete control.”
    “I’m not a submissive.”
    Alana