Page 114 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
What it was about the man, I wasn’t sure, but I found myself falling for him. Not merely the Sadist either. I saw the other parts, too, and they drew me in, made me want more. I hated to think about the day this all might end. I’d come to rely on the safety and security I felt with the two of them.
“Oh, fuck,” Brax growled. “That feels so damn good.”
Inspired by his words, I sucked harder, bobbing my head faster as I took him to the back of my throat. I gagged and retreated. Over and over I worked him furiously, no longer worried about the fact my balls were damn near tearing from my body.
Zeke added another weight and it seemed evenly distributed at this point, but I focused solely on driving Brax over the edge just because I wanted to hear him when he came.
“Shit … Case … that feels too good. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Come down his throat, cowboy,” Zeke urged. “Give him what he’s seeking.”
“Swallow my dick, Case. Give me more,” Brax pleaded.
I took him to the back of my throat and remained there, swallowing around the intrusion. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth, knew he was close.
A second later, Brax roared, hot cum spraying down my throat. I pulled back enough to drink him down before licking him clean. When I released him from my mouth and looked up into his eyes, I saw the love I’d come to expect. Despite the raunchy scene, it was still there.
He smiled down on me. “Now it’s my turn, baby. I hope you’re ready.”
Oh, I was definitely ready.
When I shifted, I felt the full effect of those damn weights dragging down my balls. I groaned but somehow managed to lift one foot up onto the table so Brax and I could trade places.
“Do you think you can come with those things weighing you down?” Zeke taunted.
“Yes, Zeke.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing it.” He placed his phone back on the table. “Time starts now.”
Brax’s mouth—hot and eager—wrapped around the head of my cock and I hissed in a breath. Pleasure and pain assaulted me, coalescing into the perfect storm. He worked me in the way only Brax knew how, using his teeth to scrape along my shaft. The man knew exactly what I needed and he wasn’t gentle. There were times he would suck me so sweetly I thought I would lose my mind. He wasn’t doing that now and I knew he was racing against time. He wasn’t into pain the way I was, so he wasn’t looking forward to having the weight added to his balls.
Still, I held out even when Zeke had added four weights to Brax’s chains. The way he moaned against me, the vibrations racing up my shaft sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. Between Brax’s mouth, Zeke’s hands, and the pleasant burn from the ball stretcher, I was in heaven. In fact, it overwhelmed my senses, driving me closer to the edge before I was ready.
“Brax … baby … damn it. Don’t make me come. Fuck. Don’t …” I couldn’t stop it and the pain blinded me as my balls drew up against my body, fighting the weights. Zeke’s hands gripped my hips firmly as I thrust my pelvis forward, driving deeper into Brax’s mouth. “I’m coming … oh, fuck … coming. Don’t stop, Brax.”
By the time Brax released me, my body was wrung out. A fine sheen of sweat coated my skin. That was something I would likely never forget for as long as I lived. I was so caught off guard I didn’t realize Zeke was removing the weights from both of us before unhooking the rods.
I found myself staring back at him, completely awestruck that he’d done that. Not once in the weeks we’d been here had Zeke cared for us after the fact. He’d left us to do that for each other because, unlike at the club, there was no one else to tend to us.
It took everything in me to act normal, to pretend it wasn’t a big deal. But it was. To the point I felt a strange pressure in my chest. This hard-core Sadist was handling our aftercare and I wasn’t sure he even realized he was doing it.
“My turn, fuck toys,” he said, his gaze never landing on either one of us when he rid himself of his jeans and took a seat on the sofa. “You’re gonna both suck me off. And you better make it good.”
If Zeke wanted good, I was going to make it the best he’d ever had.
TWENTY-NINE
ZEKE
Wednesday, October 31
HALLOWEEN WAS ALWAYS INTERESTING WHEN it came to kink clubs, and Dichotomy was no exception. This year, since Trent was in town, it appeared the man was going all out with the theme. Thankfully, he hadn’t insisted on costumes, but he did enforce a strict dress code. Masters and Mistresses were to wear black slacks or a skirt and a white button-down dress shirt. Submissives were to wear black or white lingerie only.
