Page 103 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“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.
