“You’ve been pouting for two days. What’s the problem?”
His expression gave him away. He was pissed. Whatever had happened had angered him and he’d been walking around with it bottled up inside.
“I heard you and Case,” he said, his words clipped as the dildo pushed into him.
“Heard us?”
“Yes. The other morning. In your bedroom. You were fucking him.”
I’d fucked the pretty boy plenty of times, but only once in my bedroom. “And…?”
“You asked him who owned him. He said you did.”
“And you have a problem with that because…?”
His lips formed a hard line but he didn’t look away. “It bothered me that he said it.”
“Feeling left out?” I taunted, smiling ferociously.
“Yes, Zeke.” He grunted when the dildo penetrated him again.
I stepped closer, staring right into his eyes. “What is it you want from me, cowboy?”
“Everything, Zeke.”
I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.
“Everything?”
He tried to nod but the metal ring around his neck made it impossible. “Yes, Zeke.”
“Define everything.” This was what I needed to know.
While I had the pretty boy pegged, I hadn’t quite figured out what fed the cowboy’s true desires. He claimed to be a masochist, and in many ways, I saw the signs. He didn’t mind having his ass spanked and the rough sex made his eyes glaze over. However, he wasn’t into pain the way the pretty boy was. He took it when it was delivered, but the humiliation seemed to be what got him off. I wanted to hear him admit it.
“I get the feeling you don’t have a clue what you need.” I kept my tone cool, aloof.
“Not true.” The dildo pushed in again and he breathed through it.
“Is your dick hard?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Do you get off having a machine fucking your ass?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
And there it was. The truth was in his eyes. He needed the humiliation.
I stepped in closer and curled my hand around his jaw. This time I didn’t squeeze, merely kept his attention where it belonged. On me.
“That can be arranged. Would you like me to set this up so you can spend your evenings bent over with this toy drilling into your asshole? You can sit there and take it while I fuck your boyfriend. I can own him like the bitch he is, and you can take all the pleasure from a machine.”
“No, Zeke.”
“What? You’re jealous that I’m fucking your boyfriend? Is that it? You don’t like the idea that he gets off on it? Do you think I give him more attention than I give you?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
I let that sink in. I considered all the times we’d played for the past few days. It was possible I’d given the pretty boy more attention. It certainly wasn’t intentional, but part of me knew the pretty boy could handle anything I gave him. I had to rein myself in with the cowboy.
“He needs me,” I told him. “He needs what only I can give him. That’s why you’re here, right? So I can give you both what you can’t give each other?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Do you think he wants me more than he wants you?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
I took a small step back because the conviction in his tone caught me off guard. The cowboy was serious and that was the problem.
He honestly believed the pretty boy wanted me more than he wanted him.
*
Case
(The pretty boy)
AFTER SPENDING THE BETTER PART of the morning with Trent, I had finally finished up and hurried back to Zeke’s so I could be with Brax when the movers arrived. He had mentioned wanting to get a few things—clothes, cologne, personal shit we’d packed rather than carried with us—before we locked it all up.
When I walked into the house, I noticed Tank on the sofa. He lifted his head enough to acknowledge me but he didn’t move. Clearly I wasn’t a threat.
There on the kitchen table was Zeke’s laptop, but he was nowhere in sight. Since Zeke’s truck was out front, I knew he was still here. And since I had taken Brax’s car, he would’ve had no way to leave, so I assumed he was around, also.
“Where’d they go, boy?” I asked Tank, knowing he wouldn’t respond.
I paused by the stairs to listen for noises coming from upstairs or down. I heard a muffled grunt, so I moved over to the basement stairs. When it sounded again, I knew I’d found them.
I started down the stairs and the sounds grew louder. Voices could be heard along with a strange whirring sound. I took one step at a time, moving slower, smiling at the idea of watching them scene together. I did enjoy watching Zeke torment him. Especially those times when he forced Brax to come on command.
Of course, last night had been weird. Like a battle of wits between Brax and Zeke, and I’d been caught in the middle. Not that I’d necessarily minded, but it had been rather awkward for Brax to be forced to watch Zeke fuck me.
