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The light spilling from the bathroom allowed me to make out both of them. Zeke’s hands curled over Case’s shoulders as he jerked him closer every time his hips thrust forward, causing Case to grunt and moan. He did that with me, too. When I fucked Case, I could be as rough as I wanted, and he was usually begging and pleading for me to come in his ass.

“You should be honored that I give you my cock, pretty boy. Grateful that I waste any of my time on you,” Zeke continued.

“I am, Zeke. Fuck. I want you to own me. Every part of me.”

That sickening feeling turned to dread as my heart lurched into my throat. It was one thing for Case to agree to those things when it was part of the game we were playing. Like the time in the basement. I had understood what Zeke was doing. The humiliation only made it hotter. But they didn’t know I was here. Case didn’t realize I was watching, listening. He was saying these things because he wanted to please Zeke. Not because humiliating me was going to get me off.

“By the time I’m done with you, I will own every part of you,” Zeke declared as he reached around Case and jerked him upright, Case’s back pressing up against Zeke’s chest. The Sadist’s hand wrapped around Case’s throat as he continued to fuck him, his hips jerking forward while Case pressed against him.

“Every fucking part of you,” Zeke reiterated. “You’ll be begging me for scraps. I’ll be the reason you wake up, the reason you breathe. I’ll fill your every thought.”

“Yes,” Case groaned. “Fuck, yes.”

“Tell me,” Zeke insisted. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”

“You, Zeke. Only you.”

For a second, I thought I would vomit, but I choked it down as I tore my gaze away. I forced my legs to move, rushing down the stairs. I stumbled through the living room and right to the kitchen. I needed water. Hell, I needed air.

When Tank stared up at me from his position by the back door, I took that as a sign. I hurried to let him out, then walked out onto the back deck. The sun was just coming up, the morning breeze cool, a new day starting.

Yet here I was, wondering if maybe we could go back to yesterday.

Better yet, last week.

CHAPTER 16

Wednesday, October 17

Zeke

After breakfast, I informed my fuck toys we would be going to Indiana for the day. The pretty boy seemed pleased by this information, the cowboy not so much. However, they both dressed when I instructed, then joined me in my truck.

I had asked that they dress appropriately for a business setting, and I was rather impressed. Both were wearing slacks and dress shirts, ironed and immaculate. I figured since they worked for Trent Ramsey, they were accustomed to dressing the part when necessary, and I wasn’t disappointed.

Because I was visiting a client, I had to leave Tank at home, but I spent a few minutes with him in the yard before I left.

The trip from Chicago to Valparaiso took just over an hour, and we spent most of that time silent, aside from the radio. I noticed that when the pretty boy tried to talk to the cowboy, he was met with resistance. I had no idea what that was about, but I made a mental note to deal with it tonight when we got home.

When we were five minutes out from our destination, I nodded toward the glove box. “Open that and get the two boxes out.”

The pretty boy, who was riding shotgun, did as I requested. He pulled out the two boxes and stared at them with wide eyes.

“When we get to the building, I want you and the cowboy to go into a bathroom and insert those. Feel free to help the other out if necessary. There’re a couple of small lube packets in the console. You’ll have five minutes. Should you take longer, you will be punished.”

The pretty boy didn’t say anything, but he did retrieve the lube when I moved my arm out of the way.

“Oh, while I’m thinking about it…” I passed the pretty boy my cell phone. “Once you’ve got them in, set up the app on my phone. Then test them to make sure they work.”

“Yes, Zeke.” He took my phone, then glanced down at the boxes. “Do I carry them in like this?”

“Up to you. You’re more than welcome to take them out if that helps.”

He tore into the boxes as I was pulling into the parking lot. I glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing the cowboy was staring out the window. He didn’t seem at all curious about what I had planned.

I guess I would have to fix that.

Once inside, I signed in at the reception desk, then took a seat in the waiting area while my fuck toys disappeared into the bathroom down the hall. I was eager to see what they thought of those prostate massagers. More importantly, I wanted to see how well they could compose themselves while we were sitting in a room with other people.