Page 61 of Their Ruthless Sadist

Because I damn sure was.

Case (the pretty boy)

Within seconds, I was moving behind Brax, grabbing his ass as I leaned down to tongue his asshole. I knew how much he enjoyed being rimmed, and I was ready to prep him for my dick.

Considering Zeke had kept us apart for the entire weekend, I was jonesing to get my hands on him, excited about the prospect of sinking my dick into his tight ass. Even the thought made my cock throb. It had been hell having his mouth on my dick and not being able to come. While I relentlessly teased Brax about how good my blow jobs were, he was the king of them. I wasn’t sure what it was about him, but every damn thing his mouth did had my body coiling tightly.

“I do enjoy this mouth,” Zeke stated.

Holding Brax’s ass cheeks open, I buried my tongue in his ass, reaming him as best I could. Soft moans escaped him, and I wondered if Zeke could feel the vibrations on his cock.

“That’s good,” Zeke said. “Keep it up, pretty boy. Fuck him with your tongue.”

I worked Brax over roughly, giving him all that I had. I could feel the subtle way he pushed back against my mouth, trying to take more of my tongue.

“Oh, yeah. Keep doing that, cowboy. Right there.”

This was the most Zeke had spoken during any of the encounters I’d been in aside from the way he’d taunted us on Saturday morning. I still remember how it felt when he asked me if I was ready for him to own me seconds before he plowed my ass with his cock. I’d been as close to subspace as I’d ever been during sex. It had appealed to me on a carnal level.

Unless he was barking orders or humiliation, Zeke wasn’t the sort to speak. Certainly not to lay praise for what we were doing to him. It was definitely interesting to see him in his everyday life. I’d been limited to seeing him in the club, and he had a persona he upheld there. At home, he was more relaxed. The man wasn’t one-dimensional like a lot of people believed.

“Take more of me, cowboy. See what it feels like for my dick to be in your throat. Because that’s where I’ll be in a minute.”

Brax’s moans intensified as I continued to lick his ass while he sucked Zeke’s cock like a pro. I had no idea how much time passed, but I focused my attention on pleasing Brax, giving him what he needed.

“Pretty boy, take the condom and lube. Prepare his ass for your dick.”

I lifted my head to see Zeke set the two items on the edge of his desk. Within seconds, I was sheathed and lubed, ready for Zeke’s next command. I waited, knowing I had to have his permission before I fucked the man I loved. Some people would’ve thought that made me a pussy, but I preferred the instruction. I liked knowing that Zeke owned me and Brax.

I also liked knowing that someone was likely watching everything we were doing. Since there was a building directly across the way and no shades covering the windows in Zeke’s office, anyone could have their own personal show if they chose. Maybe someone was taking a coffee break, watching as I prepared to fuck Brax.

“All right, pretty boy. Do your worst.” Zeke’s hand tightened in Brax’s hair. “Don’t you move, cowboy. And watch those damn teeth.”

Brax moaned as though agreeing. I lined up my cock with his asshole before pushing in slowly, gently. His muscles tightened around me, squeezing hard enough to draw a ragged moan from me. It was fucking perfect.

“You like that, cowboy? You like when he treats you like you’re made of glass? The way he inches his cock inside you as though you’ll break?”

Brax moaned around Zeke’s dick, but I had no idea what that meant.

“Fuck him,” Zeke ordered, his black eyes pinned on me. “I know you’ve ached to get inside him since I purposely kept you apart. Show him how much you missed him.”

Those words stirred something inside me. I gripped Brax’s hips and slammed into him. He moaned again, pressing back when I thrust forward.

It felt fucking good to be inside Brax. Familiar. Like coming home. I had missed him this weekend, although we’d been under the same roof. Having to keep my hands to myself was pure torture, another technique of Zeke’s, I was sure. But this … being inside this man soothed something in my soul.

“That’s better. Fuck him like the toy he is.”

The hardwood had long ago bruised my knees, but I ignored the pain as I slammed into Brax, loving the way his asshole squeezed me. While I ruthlessly fucked him, Zeke lifted Brax’s head by tangling his fist in his hair.

“You like that, cowboy?”

“Yes, Zeke.” He grunted as I slammed into him. “I like it.”

“Does he fuck you better than I do?”

“No, Zeke.”

That had me slamming into Brax harder. I knew exactly what Zeke was doing, and it worked the way he intended. The thought of not being able to satisfy Brax didn’t sit well with me. And the logical side of my brain knew Brax didn’t necessarily mean what he said, but that didn’t stop me from fucking him harder, owning him.