“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.
