Page 148 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“Come on, pretty boy,” Zeke said. “Fuck him.”
I realized what Zeke wanted, so I began to rock forward and back, impaling myself on Brax’s cock while he remained crushed between us. The room erupted with Brax’s harsh breaths and his frequent moans and pleas.
“Fuck me,” Brax urged. “Christ. I’ve never felt anything this fucking good.”
I knew the feeling because I’d been there. Sex was exquisite, but being fucked by one man you loved while your dick was lodged inside another man you loved was likely the best feeling in the world.
“Oh, fuck … Zeke … I’m gonna come. I can’t stop it. Oh … shit. Please let me come.”
I increased my pace, chasing my own release as I fucked myself on Brax’s dick. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but it worked.
“Zeke!” I growled his name again and again.
“Are you ready to come, pretty boy?” His words were strangled, as though he was barely hanging on.
“Fuck yes. Zeke…” My gaze was locked on the mirror again and I was so close. “Zeke, please … permission … oh, fuck.”
“Come for me,” Zeke shouted. “Oh … fuck … yes.”
Brax cried out, his cock pulsing in my ass as I continued to rock on him. A big hand fisted my cock and I exploded instantly, not giving a shit that the sheets would have to be changed.
A few seconds later, the three of us fell onto the mattress, breaths exploding from our lungs as we lay there.
“So, I was thinking,” I said as my lungs fought for oxygen. “What do you say we record this sometime?”
Zeke chuckled. “Are you a porn star now?”
“No, but I could be.” I laughed and turned my head to look at them. “But only for the two of you.”
Brax smiled but turned his head back up to the ceiling. “Please don’t give the big guy any ideas.”
“No,” Zeke said. “I like it. Perhaps a live-action camera.” He laughed. “I can tie you both up in the basement and watch you while I’m at work.”
“Okay,” I said quickly. “Never mind. Bad idea. No cameras. Brax is right. Your torture ideas are already wicked enough.”
Zeke choked out a laugh. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. I’m just getting started.”
The demonic laugh that followed told me he wasn’t lying, yet I found myself grinning from ear to ear.
I would take these two men any way I could have them as long as they loved me.
“Do your worst, Zeke,” I taunted.
“Trust me, pretty boy. I will. Over and over again.”
Brax groaned. “Damn it, Case. You know better than to taunt the beast.”
True. I did.
Didn’t mean I would ever stop.
Because this was right where the three of us were meant to be.
EPILOGUE
ZEKE
Eight months later, July
“DID YOU SEE THE LINE out front?” Case asked when we snuck into the kitchen to see Brax.
“Gonna be a packed house for a while,” I told him. I knew because I’d seen the early reviews for the restaurant. Brax had already made a big name for himself here in Chicago and the restaurant hadn’t officially opened yet.
I stopped when I saw Brax shuffling back and forth between the various cooking appliances. He had a handful of people helping him out, every one of them eager to assist in any way they could.
The expression on his face was serious, which made sense. He was in his element. Then again, maybe he was simply thinking about earlier, when I’d met him back here before anyone arrived and commanded him to go to his knees and suck me off right here. His big green eyes had widened, but he hadn’t balked, dropping to his knees before giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life. I’d told him it was to help him get his mind off tonight. Which was true. Partly. I’d also done it because I loved his fucking mouth on me.
“I’m so fuckin’ proud of him,” Case said softly.
I was proud of both of them. In the past eight months, things had … well, let’s just say, there was no slowing down this thing we had going together. I woke up every fucking morning thankful that I had them in my world. It had taken a couple of months to level out all the rocky spots, but it had been smooth sailing from there.
Shortly after I had officially collared them, the three of us had gotten them moved in completely, all their shit cleared out of storage. And with Jamie’s help, they had redecorated most of my house in an effort to make it more our space than simply mine. The only thing I insisted was that they left the basement and the master bedroom alone.
The basement hadn’t changed, aside from me acquiring a few new pieces to complete the play area. However, the master bedroom had received a complete overhaul. I had a bed custom made for the three of us. It was now bigger than a king, and more than enough space for the three of us and Tank to sleep on every night. Since I found I preferred them at my mercy, I no longer needed the cage—that one anyway—so I had left that part out of the design in lieu of some additional ironwork that allowed for more … options. I could now do wicked things to them right there where we slept. Of course, I’d had another cage installed in the basement because, hey, I still enjoyed seeing them locked up.
