Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue, 5)

by Nicole Edwards

  The pretty boy moaned.

  “You like the idea? Bouncing up and down on my cock while you watch the cowboy jack off?”

  The pretty boy groaned, but he didn’t release me. I patted his head, showing my approval.

  I relaxed into the cushion, allowing the minutes to tick by as we all waited for the chime that would signal the cowboy’s next release. He was almost finished.

  The pretty boy was slurping all over my dick when the chime sounded. I kept my hand firmly on his head as I watched the cowboy work to make his deadline. He was panting and groaning, but it was no longer fueled by pleasure. I had warned him. He didn’t want to ask for my punishment. He would hate me by the time this weekend was over. But it would be worth every humiliating second.

  “Keep sucking,” I urged the pretty boy, figuring I could help the cowboy along a little. “I fucking love the way your mouth feels on my cock. That strong throat taking every inch. Your boyfriend’s trying to come. He’s working so hard, probably picturing you in his mind. Your mouth stretched wide around my cock. It’s not working, is it, cowboy? You can’t come anymore because it hurts.”

  The cowboy groaned, his cock jerking as his head fell back. He came once more, but there was only a small drop of cum, not even enough to lube his dick for the next round.

  “Get the lube, pretty boy. I want you to coat my dick. No condom this time. You’re gonna ride my cock bare while your boyfriend plays with his own dick.”

  My rock-hard cock fell from the pretty boy’s mouth as he turned to grab the lube from the coffee table. I watched him as he slicked me up. His eyes were hot. I had yet to take either of them without a condom despite the fact the three of us had shared our most recent test results. No one was at risk here.

  “You know what?” I mused. “I want you to get up on the coffee table first. On your knees, chest down. I’m going to eat your ass, to work you open so you’re ready for my cock. Would you like that, pretty boy?”

  “Fuck yes, Zeke,” he hissed, my words clearly taking him by surprise.

  “Good.” I patted the table and he quickly got into position, his ass pointed toward me.

  “You wish you could see this, don’t you, cowboy? Me tongue-fucking your boyfriend? Do you do that for him? Do you rim his asshole?”

  The cowboy groaned, but I had no idea what he was saying. Nor did I care.

  I dropped to my knees behind the pretty boy and gripped his hips firmly in my hands before burying my face in his ass. I worked him roughly with my tongue, ensuring my beard abraded his sensitive skin.

  “Make sure he hears you, pretty boy,” I commanded.

  The pretty boy began rambling. Begging and pleading for more, telling me how much he loved that I tongued his asshole, getting him ready for my dick. I gave him my full attention as the minutes continued to count down. We were closing in on the next chime and I pushed it close before I perched my ass on the couch and pulled the pretty boy into my lap.

  “Sit on my dick,” I growled, my tone reflecting the driving need in my balls.

  The pretty boy was facing away from me as he inched down onto my cock. He groaned loudly, as did I. Taking him bare was incredible, feeling the tight heat as he sheathed my cock.

  “Oh, fuck, Zeke,” the pretty boy moaned. “It feels so good.”

  “Come on, pretty boy. Take all of me.”

  The chime sounded and the cowboy moaned around the gag. I watched him as undiluted pleasure assaulted me when the pretty boy took me all the way to the hilt.

  “Stay right there,” I ordered. “Watch your boyfriend as he tries to come again. He wishes he was sitting on my cock. He wishes I was fucking him. He needs it more than anything, but the only thing he’s got is his hand. And it’s failing him now.”

  The cowboy didn’t stop groaning but he tried extremely hard to make himself come. It wasn’t working and he knew it.

  “Lift up and drop down on me,” I instructed the pretty boy. “Fill your ass with my dick. Take your own pleasure from me.”

  He did. Slow and steady, the pretty boy began fucking me, taking my dick to the root before lifting up, then dropping down again.

  The cowboy yelled, his disappointment obvious. He couldn’t come no matter how hard he wanted to. I didn’t bother to tell him his minute was up. He would figure that out eventually.

  I kept a firm hand on the pretty boy’s hips guiding him up and down, not wanting him to hurry. I didn’t intend to come yet. The timer was counting down again, ticking closer and closer to the last time the cowboy would be forced to jack off. He was breathing heavily and I sensed his disappointment. He knew he had failed. There was no way to deny it.

  I purposely kept the pretty boy working himself on me until there were only two minutes left. At that point, I flipped on the app, turned it to high so the massager was vibrating against that sensitive spot inside the cowboy.

  “Keep going, pretty boy. Pretend I’m your boyfriend. Talk the way you would talk to him when he’s fucking you.”

  “Oh, God, Brax,” he growled. “It feels so fucking good.”

  Those words drew a long, desperate groan from the cowboy.

  I smacked his ass hard. “Fuck me,” I demanded. “Make me come in your ass.”

  Leaning into the sofa cushion, I watched the cowboy as I allowed the pleasure to build inside me. The pretty boy did all the work. His finesse disappeared as he fought to get us both to the breaking point.

  “Talk to him,” I insisted.

  “Fuck, Brax. It feels so good. I can’t get enough. I need more …” He moaned long and low. “Brax. Baby. Fuck. I … need you to make me come. I need…”

  The chime sounded and this time the cowboy growled when he fisted himself.

  “Harder, Brax,” the pretty boy urged. “Harder, baby. I need you to come inside me. Fill my ass, Brax.”

  The cowboy’s triumphant shout signaled his release and it was enough to send me cascading over the edge. I gripped the pretty boy’s hips, jerking him down on me as I slammed upward until he was screaming his boyfriend’s name over and over again. I came hard and fast, my orgasm nearly leveling me.

  When I was spent, I wrapped my arm around the pretty boy and jerked him back against me, his back to my chest. I reached for his cock, jerking roughly until he was moaning.

  I nipped his ear with my teeth. “Come for me, pretty boy. Right fucking now.”

  The pretty boy growled as his cock jerked in my hand, cum splashing onto his chest as he heaved in deep, labored breaths. When he stopped spurting, I dropped my hand and held him there.

  As I fought to catch my breath, I looked over at the cowboy wondering if he was ready to bolt. I wouldn’t put it past him. He’d thought he would succeed, but I never meant for that to happen.

  After all, when it came to punishment, my Sadistic side had no bounds.

  *

  Case

  (The pretty boy)

  AFTER EXCUSING MYSELF AND HEADING to the main-floor bathroom to clean up, I returned to find Brax still sitting on the couch. He looked completely wrung out, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, his head back on the cushion. The blindfold and gag had been removed, and Zeke was working the vampire glove off his hand.

  I knew what was coming next. Brax had failed to do as he was instructed, which meant he would spend the next two days crawling around like a dog. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Humiliation to a degree was erotic, but there was a limit, I knew. This would push Brax’s boundaries and the only thing I could do was sit back and watch it happen because the man I loved had asked for this.

  Not that Brax could’ve possibly known the extent of Zeke’s Sadistic desires. If he had, perhaps we would be on our way to the apartment while I did my best to prep myself for the inevitable panic attack that would follow.

  I had been sincere when I made the offer to Brax. I’d been willing to suffer so we could figure this thing out. No matter what I told myself, I was getting in deeper where Zeke was concern
ed. I wanted more from him. Hell, I wanted everything. During those moments when he fucked me, I could imagine spending the rest of my life with Brax and Zeke, having everything I’d ever wanted and all I’d ever needed. It was a selfish train of thought, no doubt. I wasn’t sure I deserved both. That didn’t mean I didn’t want it.

  Once Zeke removed the spreader bar from Brax’s ankles, he motioned toward the stairs.

  “Pretty boy, take him upstairs and shower with him. Remove the massager and get him cleaned up.” Zeke’s attention remained on Brax. “This is the last shower you’ll get until Monday morning. Your punishment starts when you’re finished.”

  “Yes, Zeke,” Brax whispered, his eyes hooded.

  He had to be exhausted after that. Hell, I was just from watching him.

  When Brax stood, Zeke did, too. They were still facing each other when Zeke gripped Brax’s cheeks and forced him to meet his gaze.

  “Remember, cowboy. You asked for this. You wanted my punishment. Should you change your mind before Monday morning, you and the pretty boy can leave. You can go back to your sweet little life where the big, mean Sadist doesn’t exist. Understand?”

  “Yes, Zeke,” Brax whispered, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed.

  “Take him,” Zeke ordered. “Get him washed up and then the two of you can meet me in the basement.”

  I agreed, then took Brax’s hand and led him up the stairs and into Zeke’s massive bathroom. I turned on the water while Brax used the restroom. When he returned, he looked a little better. More in control but still beaten down.

  “We don’t have to do this, you know,” I told him when I pulled him beneath the shower spray with me. “We can do what I said. Go back to the apartment, take a break from the club, and get our shit in order.”

  “No,” Brax said, his tone firm. “That’s not why I did this, Case.” His eyes were focused on my face. “I knew jacking off for two hours wasn’t my punishment. Zeke set it up that way. I wasn’t supposed to succeed.”

  “But you tried,” I said as I began running my soapy hands over him.

  “You’re damn right I did.”

  “What was it like?” I asked, curious.

  “Hell.” His smile said he had at least enjoyed it. “I never knew whether or not I came within that minute. And the more time that went by, the harder it got.”

  “From what I tracked, you only missed the mark twice. You made it through the first hour.”

  Brax grinned. “Figures.”

  “Was it painful?”

  “Yeah. My dick’s gonna be sore for a while.” He chuckled.

  I reached for his cock to wash it and he hissed.

  “Seriously, Case. It’s extremely sensitive.”

  I leaned over and kissed him, enjoying the feel of his mouth on mine. I wouldn’t get the chance to kiss him again for two days and that bothered me. I knew how much Brax enjoyed those little intimacies. Until him, kissing hadn’t been a big deal for me. Since him, I’d learned to crave it as much as he did.

  Curling my hand behind his head, I pulled Brax closer, letting my tongue slide against his. We stood there for several minutes, lip-locked while I tried to get my fill.

  Brax was the first to pull back and he was smiling when he did. “What was it like?”

  “What?”

  “Fucking Zeke while I was blindfolded and gagged right beside you?”

  I let my eyes roam over his face, trying to determine if he really wanted to hear the truth.

  “Tell me, Case. I want to know.”

  “Amazing,” I admitted. “Feeling him inside me … bare.” My stomach muscles clenched, the sensation still ghosting through me. “And having you there … when Zeke forced me to talk to you… Damn.”

  I had never felt anything like it before. I had even mentally traded places with Brax. The thought of hearing Brax fuck Zeke while I couldn’t see them made my dick twitch.

  I pulled him closer.

  “No matter what, Case, I’m gonna see this through. Zeke’s right. I asked for the punishment. It’s only fair.”

  “If you need to use your safe—”

  Brax’s hand covered my mouth, effectively shutting me up.

  “We don’t have safe words, Case. We agreed to this, remember? No safe words. No limits. That’s what I want.” Brax’s hand fell from my mouth. “He expects that,” Brax whispered. “Zeke’s tryin’ to push us away. I’m not gonna let that happen.” His eyes dropped. “I want him too much.”

  “Him?” I asked, taking a step back and staring while my jaw felt as though it would unhinge. I willed Brax to look up at me. “What does that mean?”

  “I don’t know exactly. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was jealous of both of you. Not just of you being with him. I want more of what he has to offer.”

  That sounded like a confession. As though Brax had feelings for Zeke. Or he was starting to have them. Either way, I wasn’t sure what to do with that information. Part of me was happy because this was what I wanted. I needed more time with Zeke. I needed to explore his sadistic side in depth, to get him to give me the pain I sought. The humiliation was all part of the game, but Zeke had yet to push me to my limits.

  “Now kiss me one more time,” Brax insisted with a smirk. “You won’t be able to once we go downstairs.”

  I jerked him to me and did as he requested. When we pulled back for air, I smiled at him.

  “I love you, Case,” he said softly. “I won’t be able to say that for two days, but know that I do. I’m gonna see this through and so are you. No matter what he does or what he says, we’re in this together.”

  “Understood.” I kissed him one more time, letting the water rinse us before turning it off.

  Once we were dried off, I followed Brax—both of us still naked—down to the basement. Zeke had the music playing as he stood by the padded table, where he had accumulated a vast number of items. He had pulled on his jeans, so he was the only one of us who was clothed.

  He turned, obviously hearing us approach. His attention shifted to Brax first and he smiled. It was an evil grin that had my insides twisting. He was going to enjoy this far too much.

  I glanced over at Brax and wondered if he would, too. Humiliation was a huge thing for Brax. He enjoyed it in ways I didn’t understand, so maybe this wasn’t as bad for him as I was thinking it would be. Personally, I couldn’t do it. Wearing a dog mask would be a limit I would have to think long and hard on.

  Zeke motioned for Brax to join him. Not knowing what he needed me for, I remained where I was.

  “Are you ready for this, cowboy?”

  “Yes, Zeke.” His back was straight, chin slightly tilted. He looked better than he had when we’d gone up for the shower.

  “From the moment your knees touch the floor until Monday morning when I remove the items from you, you will not be allowed to speak unless it’s because you are in pain. This is meant to be humiliating. If at any time something doesn’t feel right, I expect you to tell me.”

  “I will.”

  “Come here, pretty boy. I want you to put the knee pads on him.”

  Crossing the space slowly, I took the knee pads Zeke held out. I dropped to my knees before Brax and began fastening them in place.

  “You will be naked the entire time. You will wear the plug for two hours at a time during the day with an hour off. You will not sleep with it in. The mask will remain on at all times, but the muzzle will be removed so you can eat.”

  Wow. The man had seriously thought this through.

  I knew that puppy and pony play were big things for some although I didn’t quite understand the fascination with it. It wasn’t uncommon to see at the clubs, either.

  “And I’ve decided you will not sleep in a kennel. While that would be ideal, your height makes it almost impossible,” Zeke told him.

  “Where will I sleep?”

  “In my bed. After all, that’s where Tank sleeps.”

  I wasn’t sure whose
inhale was louder, mine or Brax’s. That was an interesting twist. I had to assume I would continue to sleep under the bed in the cage. I wasn’t opposed to it and found it didn’t freak me out the way the apartment had. Then again, I’d given a lot of thought to what had caused me to panic at the apartment. It had taken some time but I finally realized why. Granted, it wasn’t something I wanted to dwell on, so I kept it to myself. Sleeping in the same room with Brax and Zeke, even caged by myself, was doable. However, I would definitely miss having Brax’s body against mine.

  “Not only will you not speak, but you will not touch yourself in any way. You will not be asked for any sexual favors for the next two days. You will be a dog, and quite frankly, that’s not appealing to me in any way, shape, or form.”

  Well, that was interesting.

  “It’ll give my dick time to heal,” Brax said with a soft chuckle.

  I was surprised that Zeke laughed, too. “True. Remember what I said. The goal isn’t to have you in unnecessary pain, so if at any time you have a problem, I want to know.”

  “Yes, Zeke.”

  “Give me your hands.”

  Brax held up his hands and my eyes widened when I noticed the leather “paws” that Zeke was holding.

  Holy shit.

  This was about to get really … weird.

  *

  EDGE

  IF SOMEONE WOULD’VE TOLD ME I would one day be willingly waiting for Zeke Lautner’s sister to meet me at a kink club, I would’ve told them to lay off the sauce.

  Seriously.

  No one in their right mind would entertain the thought of engaging Jamie Lautner in any sort of kinky activity. Not if they wanted to live, anyway.

  Except, that was exactly what I was doing.

  Didn’t matter that I had an entire club to manage. I had somehow been roped into meeting sweet little Jamie so I could show her the ropes at Dichotomy. Not literally, of course. No way was I going to tie that girl up. I valued my balls far too much to allow that to happen. Zeke would castrate me in a New York minute if he found out.

  Yet I couldn’t deny some sense of anticipation. I had known Zeke for some time, and I’d had the privilege of meeting Jamie a time or two. More so in recent years when it seemed Zeke used her as his plus one whenever there was a function that wasn’t club related.