Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue, 5)

by Nicole Edwards

  I wasn’t sure if that was his plan. Perhaps he wanted each of us for himself. Or maybe he felt threatened by the fact we had a relationship.

  Yeah, okay. So perhaps that was wishful thinking. I knew Zeke wasn’t in this for a relationship. Despite the fact he was mindlessly fucking us both, it was always slightly impersonal. Not once had he used my name, referring to me only as cowboy or fuck toy. And he insisted I thank him for whatever he’d so kindly given me. Once I did, he walked away without a backward glance.

  “How long until breakfast?” Zeke asked as he passed through the living room, which was separated from where I stood by the enormous granite-topped island.

  He was sweaty from his workout, having spent the past two hours down in his basement with Case in tow.

  “Half an hour,” I informed him.

  “I’m gonna shower. When I get back, I want you naked.”

  “Yes, Zeke.”

  Without pausing, the big man headed up the stairs to his bedroom.

  Case appeared a minute later. He was wiping a towel over his face.

  “Morning,” he greeted. “Where’s Zeke?”

  I motioned toward the stairs with the knife I was wielding. “Shower.”

  Case made a beeline over to me. I paused, setting the knife on the counter when he pulled me into him, our lips pressing together. He was hot and sweaty but he was exactly what I needed right then.

  “Mornin’,” I said with a smile.

  That was what I missed the most. Kissing. I had a thing for it and not once had Zeke kissed me. I was curious as to what it would feel like. It had me wondering whether or not Zeke had kissed Case. Not that I would ask. I was curious, but I didn’t really want to know. How would I feel if I found out that Zeke had kissed Case and not me?

  “I miss you,” Case whispered as he kissed me harder. “I hate sleeping alone.”

  Gripping his hips, I pulled him into me, my heart swelling. “I miss you, too.”

  When he stepped back, his bright eyes scanned my face. “You still good with this?”

  “Yeah.” I hoped I didn’t sound as giddy as I felt. I didn’t want Case to think I was getting attached to Zeke. I wasn’t. Well, I was and I wasn’t. It was difficult not to develop some feelings for the big man. He might lack certain emotions, but he made up for it in the way he looked at me. I could tell he was thinking dirty things whenever his black gaze landed on me.

  “You’ll tell me if something changes?” Case asked, a hint of concern in his tone.

  I frowned. “Of course. Why? Have you changed your mind?”

  “Not at all.” He smiled and my heart skipped a beat. “I’m supposed to set the table, then head up for a shower.”

  I nodded before turning back to the stove. Being mindful of Zeke’s request to keep the carb count to a minimum, I was making egg white omelets this morning, stuffing them with red and green bell peppers and spicy sausage. Since I was merely using the ingredients Zeke had on hand, I could only assume he wouldn’t be opposed to my choices. So far, he hadn’t complained about the meals I had served.

  Of course, that had my mind drifting to the restaurant. I’d started writing down some of my favorite recipes in an attempt to come up with a tentative menu. I was eager to get this endeavor underway even if I was enjoying the break from it all.

  “Do you know what the plan is for today?” I asked when Case grabbed the silverware and headed to the small table in the breakfast nook.

  “He hasn’t told me.”

  Maybe that was a conversation we would have over breakfast.

  “All right. I’ll be back in a minute,” Case declared before practically jogging out of the kitchen and over to the stairs.

  I put the finishing touches on breakfast, hoping like hell Zeke would approve of my choice. Case wasn’t a picky eater, and for the times he wanted something specific, he never hesitated to tell me. Being that he was a conscientious eater—paying close attention to balancing protein versus carbs and fat—I had learned to cook for him appropriately. Zeke was an entirely different beast. Aside from mentioning he didn’t want carbs, he hadn’t given me any clues as to what he preferred. And holy shit, between the two of them, they could put down some food.

  I was just shucking my jeans off when the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs alerted me to Zeke’s return. He walked into the kitchen looking like a shiny penny in his gray slacks and white button-down shirt, currently open at the neck. Since he’d spent the majority of the weekend wearing well-worn jeans and little else, it was a little shocking to see him so nicely put together.

  The tats on his neck were still visible, but all the others were now covered up. Still, I had a hard time picturing him at his corporate gig, although I’d seen him there with my own two eyes.

  Without a word, Zeke walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out several packages. I recognized them as Tank’s food. I didn’t offer to help because I had noticed Zeke enjoyed doing things for Tank. The man spent a ridiculous amount of time with the dog. They were outside for hours playing ball, sometimes going for a walk around the property. At night, when Zeke watched television, Tank curled up beside him on the couch, and when Zeke went to bed, Tank followed.

  “Anything you need me to order?” Zeke asked, his deep voice startling me.

  “Uh…” I glanced over at him, not sure what he was referring to.

  “Food for the week,” he said simply. “I’m sure you’ve run through most of what I had. Not used to feeding more than one.”

  A sheepish smile curved his mouth and I felt my insides tighten. I wasn’t sure I’d seen Zeke smile at all. Ever.

  “I made a list,” I told him, keeping my tone firm. “I’m takin’ into account your request for low carbs for the meals I’ve planned. If there’s somethin’ specific you’d like, I’ll gladly amend my menu.”

  He stood tall. “No complaints. I’m actually impressed. You’re a great cook.”

  I knew my eyes were wide, but I couldn’t help it. That was the only compliment he’d given me, but considering this was my life, it meant everything to me.

  “Thank you,” I said, turning back to the pan before dishing out the last omelet. “Breakfast is ready.”

  “Great. I’m starving.”

  After setting Tank’s food bowl on the floor, Zeke headed toward the table. He glanced around, obviously in search of something. A minute later, he returned with a carafe of orange juice and the stainless-steel coffeepot.

  He waited to sit until Case was jogging down the stairs.

  “Let’s eat,” Zeke stated. “Then we’ll head to the office. Figured maybe you’d like to get out of the house for a bit.”

  My eyes darted to Case, curious as to whether he’d noticed the eerie change in Zeke. Gone was the stern, no-nonsense man and in his place…

  I wasn’t sure what this was.

  FOURTEEN

  ZEKE

  “YOU LOOK DIFFERENT,” LANDON STATED when he found me in the break room seeking my third cup of coffee of the morning.

  “Got a haircut,” I told him. Granted, my shiny bald head looked the same as it did every day.

  “Not it.”

  “New tie,” I said, keeping my attention on the cup as I poured.

  “You’re not wearin’ a tie.”

  I smirked. “You’re right. I’m not.”

  “So, that’s not it, either,” he said as he moved closer.

  I glanced over to see Landon smirking at me. I knew what he was getting at and I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I was in a damn good mood today. Perhaps I’d gotten plenty of sleep this weekend. Or maybe it was the food I’d been eating. Possibly the fact I’d had regular sex over the past two days. It could’ve been anything, but I wasn’t willing to entertain the man. Even if he was technically my boss.

  “How are the new toys doin’?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.

  I passed him the coffeepot. “Relatively well.” I didn’t have any complaints. Ye
t.

  “I heard about the scene on Friday. Wish I’d been there to see it.”

  My cock twitched as I thought back to Friday night. That had been a damn good night. Saturday and Sunday had been rather pleasant, too.

  “I’m sure there will be more,” I told him, leaning against the counter as I sipped my coffee. “Plenty more.”

  “Luci’s been beggin’ to go back. I keep tellin’ her she has to be good.” He laughed. “She has a huge issue with that.”

  “Yeah, well. It doesn’t seem to be causing too many problems.” I grinned. I’d known Landon and Langston for years, and honestly, I’d never seen them as happy as they were with Luci. Whatever the three of them were doing, it worked well for them.

  “What?” Landon asked. “No tips on how to keep her in line?”

  “Not from me. It’s about the submissive. Maybe she needs the discipline.”

  “And your toys? Have to discipline them yet?”

  I thought back to the events of the weekend. Not once had either one of them done anything to earn punishment. That pleased me more than I thought it would. Not that I was fond of having to mete it out. The pets I played with knew that their reward was for doing as I wished, not going against my instructions.

  “Not yet. I’m sure it’s coming, though.”

  Landon sipped his coffee, his face losing the amusement. “I heard Case had a problem with the apartment.”

  I nodded.

  “You know why?”

  “He had an issue with the confined space,” I told him. “More so the fact he couldn’t get outside immediately.”

  “That the reason you decided to let them shack up with you?”

  I knew Landon was trying to get a rise out of me. The Moore twins tended to do that. Every now and then I would give in, let them get the best of me. It was all in good fun.

  “That and I like the idea of having a couple of fuck toys at my beck and call,” I told him straight.

  Landon laughed. “That, my friend, I believe.”

  “You should because it’s true.”

  “They here today?”

  “In my office,” I told him.

  “Are we gonna get a call from the boys across the way?” He motioned in the direction of the wall and I knew he was referring to the building across the street from ours. They had a perfect view of some of our offices.

  “Probably.” That was my goal anyway.

  “Well,” he said as he stood tall. “I look forward to that call. Just make sure the cops aren’t sent our way.”

  “As long as they’re not offended, shouldn’t be an issue.” Considering my fuck toys were currently blowing each other in the middle of my office floor, it was quite possible the uptight accountants were getting an eyeful.

  After topping off my cup, I headed back down to my office. Tank was asleep on Addison’s floor, his big head shifting when he heard footsteps. He didn’t bother to get up as I passed.

  “Traitor,” I told him with a grin.

  When I stepped into my office, I found the pretty boy and the cowboy exactly as I’d left them. They were sixty-nining one another with the pretty boy on his knees and the cowboy beneath him.

  “Switch,” I instructed as I headed over to my desk.

  The cowboy rolled out of the way and the pretty boy lay down. A second later, they were back in position, filling each other’s mouths with their cocks. It was a hell of a sight, I had to admit. They knew they weren’t allowed to come, so neither of them was rushing.

  I spent a few minutes working on a couple of emails I had to take care of. I had a call in fifteen minutes, so I wanted to get this out of the way before then.

  Dividing my attention between watching the show and typing up information on governance, risk, cyber response, and defense wasn’t as easy as some people might’ve thought. For whatever reason, I found my interest in the details of the email waning.

  Finally, my computer chirped, alerting me of the appointment I had in five minutes.

  “Cowboy, I want you over here,” I said as I typed one last line in my final email and hit send. “It’s my turn to enjoy that mouth.” I glanced over to see them separating. “And pretty boy, I want you to stay just like that. Stroke your cock while I watch.”

  “Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said.

  I turned my chair to the side to allow the cowboy to kneel between my legs. As interesting as it would’ve been to shove his ass under the desk, he was too big to fit comfortably. Since I didn’t want anything distracting him from sucking me, I figured this worked better.

  “Free my cock,” I instructed, leaning back in my chair.

  The cowboy was up on his knees, his hands working my belt, then my slacks. When he had my cock in hand, I watched him.

  “I’ve got a call to make, but I want your mouth on me at all times. Do not make a sound. If you do, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

  “Yes, Zeke.” He peered up at me, his lips already swollen from having the pretty boy’s dick between them.

  I nodded for him to get started as I picked up the phone to make the call.

  His hand was cool, his mouth warm. A definite distraction from the mundane task of rolling through my spiel on why it was important for a company to have the appropriate protocols in place when it came to data and what it was I expected from anyone who worked for me.

  Yes, I had decided to pursue hiring a few employees. I’d already started feeling the strain on my time. Chatter PR Global was branching out and I suspected, if all went well, we would be branching cybersecurity into its own division, utilizing a name that better suited what we did. In order for that to happen, I needed to hire some people who were top in their field.

  While the man on the other end of the line ran through all his qualifications, I kept my eyes on the pretty boy as he stroked his cock in front of me. Every now and then I would put my hand on the cowboy’s head, urging him to continue. I liked the way his mouth worked me. It was different than the pretty boy’s. Both of them were good at giving head, no doubt about that. But it was nice to have variety.

  In fact, I found I liked having a choice between the two. They were similar in many ways, but still uniquely different. The pretty boy was all about pain while the cowboy didn’t necessarily need it. He did succumb to humiliation in a way that fascinated me. Between the two of them, I hadn’t gotten bored yet. That was a good sign considering my short attention span when it came to submissives.

  “I’d like for you to come in for a personal interview,” I said into the phone, “I’m setting them all up for Friday.” I hit a button to pull up my calendar. “Right now, I’ve got times at ten thirty or two.”

  “I’ll take ten thirty, sir.”

  “Perfect.” I added the event to my calendar. “I look forward to chatting more.”

  “Thank you for your time, sir.”

  “Sure.” With that, I hung up the phone and turned my full attention to my fuck toys.

  “Pretty boy, I want you to come over here and lick his ass. Prepare him to take your cock.” I rested my hand on the cowboy’s head. “And you stay right where you are. I fully intend to fuck your throat in the very near future. I hope like hell you’re ready.”

  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 state
d.

  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 remembered 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.