Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue, 5)

by Nicole Edwards

  I glanced down to see my cock was tenting the towel. It needed some attention and it was no longer waiting. I freed my cock from its cotton cavern, tossing the towel over the rack before I headed toward the bedroom.

  The cowboy was still kneeling on the floor, his eyes following me as I walked. He had yet to say a word, and I had to admit, I was rather impressed with how he was handling this. Only one more day to go before he could get back to his normal life. Admittedly, I couldn’t wait for that to happen because I had a few things in mind for him. Things that wouldn’t require him to play dress-up or eat out of a bowl on the floor.

  “Come here, pretty boy,” I commanded, ensuring the edge in my voice was pure steel. “Get on the bed. Facedown.” I stood beside the bed and motioned toward my cock. “Head over here.”

  The pretty boy did as instructed, moving into place until his head hung over the edge of the bed, his big body sprawled across the mattress.

  “Put your mouth on my dick.” I glanced at the cowboy. “You’re welcome to move over to this side of the room if you’d like a better view.”

  Without a word, the cowboy crawled over near us, kneeling so that he could watch his boyfriend deep-throat my dick.

  Damn, but the man was good at that. His lips circled the head, his tongue stroking leisurely at first. When I placed my hands over his head and pulled him down while thrusting my hips upward, he groaned, the vibrations going straight to my balls.

  I did enjoy using his mouth. I would have to take advantage of the cowboy the same way once he was finished with his punishment. I’d been thinking about all the things I intended to do to him when he wasn’t wearing that fucking costume. Needless to say, the cowboy was in for a treat. I respected his courage and I intended to reward him for it.

  Eventually.

  My eyes darted down the pretty boy’s long body, coming to rest on his ass. The marks were still there, bruises now appearing where the cane had brutally smacked him. I’d been surprised in the shower when he had wanted me to hurt him more. It wasn’t the usual response. Not that I’d seen anyway. However, the pretty boy wasn’t a usual man. He sought pain for whatever reason. I hadn’t figured out whether it was a coping mechanism or merely some deep-seated perversion. I found myself oddly curious as to how it came about, but it was a question I knew I couldn’t ask.

  I pulled my cock from between the pretty boy’s lips and took one step back.

  “Turn over.”

  His eyes lifted to mine, but he did as I asked, flipping onto his back. He hissed when his ass came in contact with the blanket. I placed my hands on his chin and tilted his head all the way back until it was hanging over the edge. Without preamble, I shoved my cock in his mouth. This allowed me a little more leverage while he could do nothing more than open wide.

  “Suck me,” I growled as I held his head still by cradling his face. “Let me feel that throat work the head of my cock.”

  I tugged on his neck, forcing him to lean over the side so I had a better angle. I pushed in as far as I could, held myself there until the pretty boy’s throat began working hard. He gagged and I retreated, but I didn’t wait long before shoving in deep again. I growled low in my throat when my cock pushed in deep.

  Fuck, Case. It feels so good.

  I shook off the thought. I couldn’t think about him by name. It wouldn’t suit my purpose.

  The pretty boy held still, allowing me to use his mouth for my pleasure. I couldn’t help myself, fucking him firmly as the suction of his lips worked me over good. I allowed several minutes to pass as I kept him immobile with only my hands on his neck. When that telltale tingle started in my spine, I pulled back.

  “Move up on the pillows,” I instructed. “And stay on your back.”

  While this wasn’t my first choice in position, I wanted to ensure he felt the sting for as long as possible. His ass would rub against the blankets, which, in turn, would heighten the sensation for him.

  After retrieving the lube from the nightstand, I joined him on the bed. I easily shifted between his legs, positioning him exactly as I wanted. I wasn’t gentle, but I doubted he expected me to be.

  I watched his face while his gaze was trapped on my hands stroking my cock, lubing myself up. He never looked away and my attention trailed down between his legs as I guided my cock to his asshole.

  “Pull your knees up to your chest.”

  The pretty boy moaned softly when I inched closer, my thighs brushing the abused, reddened skin on his backside. I should’ve taken pictures, something to look back on in the future, because damn, it was a nice sight.

  “Look at me, pretty boy.”

  His eyes flew up to my face, the light green irises glittering with heat.

  “You like when I fuck you.” It wasn’t a question. I didn’t have to ask, I already knew.

  “Yes, Zeke.” The pretty boy grunted when I pushed my cock in deep. His ass was tight, gripping me firmly, dragging out a long exhale as the heat consumed me.

  “I like fucking you, too,” I admitted as I leaned over him, placing my hands on both sides of his head. “The way your ass strangles my cock, trying to take more of me. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” I held his stare for a moment. “I’m gonna give you all of me. And when I come, you have permission to come. But not until then.”

  “Yes, Zeke.” His eyes softened, and for a brief moment, I swore I saw more than lust looking back at me.

  I tried to shake it off, but I was trapped in his gaze. I thrust my hips forward, then retreated slowly, allowing my cock to drag along all those sensitive nerve endings. When only the head remained lodged inside him, I slammed forward again. I repeated the slow drag once more. I fucked him just like that, maintaining a steady rhythm as the scalding heat consumed me.

  The pretty boy’s jaw clenched, the muscle flexing as he held back while I impaled him again and again. I allowed the pace to quicken, the thrusts to become more forceful until I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. I fucked him hard, driving him into the mattress as I angled my hips for the best penetration. Sweat coated my skin as my orgasm neared, but I still held out. It wasn’t until I curled my arms behind his knees and held him firmly beneath me that I let loose. He took every punishing thrust, grunting, groaning, his eyes pleading for me to send him over the edge.

  “I’m gonna come in your ass, pretty boy,” I growled, my mouth close to his. “And when I do, you’re gonna thank me for it.”

  “Yes … Zeke.” His breaths sawed in and out of his lungs, our hearts pounding in time with the driving force of my hips.

  When my release barreled down on me, I impaled him one last time, keeping my eyes locked with his as my cock pulsed deep inside him. A dull roar escaped me, but he took every drop before he fisted his cock and came all over his chest. I watched, mesmerized by the sight.

  I wasn’t sure what made me do it, but I released his legs, then leaned down and licked the cum from his chest. The pretty boy inhaled sharply, his hands suddenly on my shoulders. He wasn’t pushing me away and it sent a chill down my spine.

  “Thank you, Zeke,” he whispered hoarsely.

  I lifted my head one last time, wondering what the hell was coming over me. Although I knew I was moving in a very dangerous direction with these two, I couldn’t seem to help myself.

  Weak, unsteady legs carried me off the bed and into the bathroom. I cleaned myself up, refusing to look at the man in the mirror. I didn’t want to see what was in his eyes. The pep talk from earlier had done absolutely no good, and quite frankly, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was supposed to do about it now.

  Man up, an inner voice said.

  Good advice. Except that could be taken in more than one way.

  The question I had was which direction did I go? And how long before I fucked it all up?

  Because that, I knew, was inevitable.

  *

  Brax

  (The cowboy)

  Monday, October 22

  MY EYES FL
EW OPEN ON Monday morning. The room was dark. The whisper of deep breathing sounded all around me. Tank was curled up beside me, his doggy snores soft and even.

  I was lying in Zeke’s bed, where I had slept since I had donned the dog paraphernalia on Friday night. My brain obviously registered my punishment was over, which explained why I had jarred myself awake so quickly. I was so done with this mask and these paws. Of course, my punishment wasn’t over until Zeke removed these things from my body, and I would’ve been lying if I said I wasn’t eager for that to happen. The damn leather head mask caused me to sweat profusely and I desperately wanted a shower.

  I cut my gaze across the semi-dark room and found the big man asleep on his back. That was his normal position. Flat on his back, hands at his sides. Mostly. Once or twice, Zeke’s hand had ended up on my arm or my chest when he slept. I’d woken the first time, surprised by his touch. I hadn’t been sure he’d meant to do it, but it was oddly settling to have him casually touching me.

  Right now, though, he wasn’t touching me and I wished that he was. It was odd to see him so peaceful, but I’d actually admired him yesterday morning for a bit before he opened his eyes and caught me looking.

  Since he wasn’t moving and he wasn’t talking, I assumed he was still out, so I allowed my gaze to rake over him. The tattoos that covered his neck, chest, and arms captivated me as they always did. I could spend hours looking at them. While Case only had the one dragon tattoo covering his back and curling over his shoulder and onto his chest, Zeke had many. Various things: a skull, an eight-ball, a hammer, a flower, just to name a few. They were random yet somehow made me believe I was getting a glimpse at more of the man. The overall design was unique. Like him.

  “You’re staring at me,” his deep voice rumbled from beside me.

  His eyes were still closed, so I smiled to myself. I had hated every second of being his pet, but now that it was over, I couldn’t find it in me to hold it against him. I only hoped we would be taking a step forward and not back. I had taken my punishment like a man, following every order and not trying to get away with anything. I figured that was the only way to please him, so I had obeyed.

  Zeke yawned, then stretched before his eyes opened and he turned his head toward me. “Time for a shower, cowboy. You, me, and the pretty boy.”

  My heart hammered in my chest. Having watched the two of them in the shower last night, I had dreamed about being part of it. Zeke inviting me to join them, his hands, his mouth, all doing wicked things to me while we cleaned up.

  “Yes, Zeke,” I said, my voice rough from disuse. “I’ll turn the water on.”

  He nodded before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

  Wanting to be there before him, I scrambled off the bed. My knees ached from having spent two days on them, but I ignored the pain. I was upright now and that was all that mattered.

  Zeke joined me a minute later, finally removing the various pieces of the costume from my body. The relief was instant, not having the leather mask over my head or the gloves on my hands. The only thing that remained was my collar, which oddly enough wasn’t part of the costume.

  “Brush your teeth,” Zeke instructed before he carried the stuff out of the bathroom.

  I hurried to the second sink, which Case and I had been using when Zeke allowed us in this bathroom. I quickly went to work, the minty toothpaste like ambrosia. Not only had I not been allowed to shower, I hadn’t been allowed to brush my teeth, either. I remembered those weekends when I was a kid. Attempting to get away with not bathing or brushing my teeth because it was a pain in the ass and the only thing I’d wanted to do was play.

  I was no longer that kid. Hygiene was important and I was salivating at the thought of a shower.

  Once my teeth were shiny and clean, I made a beeline for the toilet and took a piss. I sighed in relief. Peeing outside might’ve been an interesting thing to do when I was a kid, but it damn sure wasn’t something I enjoyed now.

  When I came out of the toilet room, I found Case and Zeke already in the shower. Zeke was washing up while Case stood there. I could tell he was still half-asleep, probably wishing like hell he could curl up for a little while longer. My man certainly wasn’t a morning person.

  Both sets of eyes shifted to me and a strange sense of anticipation filled me.

  Without hesitation, I joined them, my skin warming as the water from the various jets hit different parts of my body. I moaned in response. I wasn’t sure a shower had ever felt this good before.

  “Over here, cowboy.” Zeke crooked a finger, motioning me toward him.

  I padded over, feeling every inch of the difference in our sizes. He was a big man. Huge. Although I wasn’t small, compared to these two, I was. Oddly enough, I liked that about them. They made me feel protected in a way I didn’t expect.

  Zeke used a spinning motion with his hand to tell me to turn around, so I did. Once my back was to him, Zeke pulled me in close until his chest was against my spine, his big arms wrapping around me, holding me against him.

  “Clean the cowboy,” he instructed Case.

  The smile that curled Case’s lip was wicked and mischievous. The way he moved toward me was pure sex. He poured soap into his hands, then proceeded to wash me from neck to toe, rough hands scraping over every inch. His movements were as sensual as the gleam in his eyes. I found myself leaning into Zeke, enjoying the warmth of them, the way they were giving me every ounce of their attention.

  The soap was rinsed away as soon as Case rubbed it over me, causing him to do it again and again. He was working me up, making me hyperaware of how close they both were.

  Big hands fisted my cock and I looked down to see Zeke was the one jerking me off. Slow, steady. I watched his hand as it stroked the length of me, soft grunts sounding in my chest. I prayed I wasn’t still dreaming.

  “Feed him your cock, cowboy,” Zeke mumbled in my ear, his breath warm, his words raspy.

  Case dropped to his knees instantly, his bright eyes locked on my face as I guided my cock toward his mouth. I hissed in a breath when he wrapped those succulent lips around the swollen head. I felt as though it had been a lifetime since anyone had touched me. Every movement had my skin sparking.

  Zeke began nipping my neck while Case swallowed my dick. They were overwhelming me with sensation and I never wanted it to end. I needed this. Needed both of them focusing only on me. My balls were heavy, my cock hypersensitive.

  “Do you want to come in his ass or his mouth?” Zeke whispered, his hand winding around my neck, holding my head back as he nipped my earlobe.

  “His mouth,” I said on a rush of air. I was dizzy with lust, my entire body succumbing to the brutal pleasure. “I wanna come down his throat.”

  Zeke’s lips disappeared from my skin, but only for a brief moment as he instructed Case to make me come. Once his words were out, Zeke turned my head as he leaned around and pressed his mouth to mine. I shifted slightly to allow him a better angle as he thrust his tongue inside.

  A deep, ragged moan escaped me as Case devoured my cock and Zeke tongue-fucked my mouth in the sweetest, most devastating way. Without thinking, I wrapped one arm behind Zeke’s head, holding him to me. He stiffened momentarily but then unleashed on me. The kiss went nuclear, my body trembling as my orgasm neared. Case wasn’t gentle. He sucked me hard, his hand roughly kneading my balls until the pleasure was too much.

  I cried out as my cock jerked in Case’s mouth. Zeke’s lips released mine, but he didn’t turn away. Our eyes met and I saw a hunger there. Something dark and promising. I wasn’t sure what had spurred this, but I didn’t want to question it. It wasn’t much different than what I’d witnessed last night between Zeke and Case. And now they were including me.

  They brought me down gently, allowing me to regain my senses as I stood beneath the hot water. Case was back on his feet, his mouth melding with mine. I could still hear Zeke breathing against my ear and a tremor raced through me. I’d nev
er experienced anything like this in my life.

  And I prayed like hell I got the chance to experience it again. Soon.

  TWENTY-SIX

  ZEKE

  WHILE I HAD FULLY INTENDED to walk out of that bathroom and not seek anything from the cowboy, giving him time to recover from his traumatic weekend, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

  After he blew his load in the pretty boy’s mouth, my desire had escalated tenfold. The kiss we’d shared had only ignited something hotter, brighter, far more intense than I’d expected.

  “On my bed, cowboy,” I commanded when his legs were steady beneath him. “Right now.”

  Emerald-green eyes locked on my face and I could see the same desire staring back at me. He wanted everything I had to offer, and for the first fucking time since I’d met him, I wasn’t worried I would hurt him more than he wanted.

  “Yes, Zeke,” he said, an urgency in his tone that I related to.

  When he stepped out of the shower, I glanced at the pretty boy. “It’s your turn to watch.”

  He smiled, seemingly pleased with this command.

  I didn’t wait for the pretty boy. I simply walked out of the shower. I didn’t bother with a towel, either. I followed the cowboy into my bedroom, catching up to him before he reached the bed. With one hand on his shoulder, I spun him around to face me, then slammed my mouth down on his.

  The cowboy’s arms flew around my neck as I crushed him to me, assaulting his mouth with brutal intent.

  “Fist my cock,” I commanded between kisses. “Rub it against yours.”

  He whimpered but did as I said. Both arms released me and he grabbed my cock, sliding it against his as I pumped my hips to increase the friction. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I wanted him. Hell, I’d go so far as to say I fucking needed him.

  If I didn’t know better, I would say that these two broke me. All my good intentions of dominating them, hurting them, abusing them… They had gone out the window. At least in that moment.