Page 65 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Good night, babe,” Case whispered, his voice so low it was almost impossible to hear. “I love you.”

“Quiet!” Zeke barked.

Rather than speak and risk angering Zeke further, I patted his arm and forced my eyes closed.

It didn’t take long before I was drifting off, feeling oddly like an animal at the zoo while my boyfriend was practically wrapped around me.

*

I awoke to the repeated bleep of an alarm followed by a grunt. I slowly opened my eyes, taking stock of my surroundings. I was glad I didn’t bolt upright, or I would’ve probably knocked myself out. I was still imprisoned beneath Zeke’s bed, Case’s warm body pressing intimately behind me.

A few seconds after my eyes opened, discomfort registered in my nether region. It was then I remembered that damn chastity device. For those keeping track, morning wood did not do well with a chastity device.

Who the hell came up with that idea anyway?

Metal clanging on metal had me shifting to peer down at the bottom of the bed.

“Time to get up,” Zeke called out before the door swung open and his footsteps retreated.

I nudged Case. He mumbled something back but didn’t move.

“Get up,” I told him. “Unless you want to endure his wrath.”

“Hmm?” Case tried to move closer. The man wasn’t a morning person.

“Up. Now,” I told him before throwing the blanket off and crawling out from under the bed. I started to head for the bathroom, but then paused. How the hell was I supposed to take a piss with this thing on my dick?

“Come here, cowboy.” Zeke’s deep voice sounded from somewhere behind me. I turned, searching the darkness for him. My eyes focused enough to see he was standing by the bathroom door.

A minute later, my dick was freed from its metal dungeon.

“Thank you, Zeke,” I offered before rushing out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall.

After relieving myself, I washed my hands and my face and stared back at the guy in the mirror. He didn’t look like a man who had spent the night sleeping on the floor beneath a monster’s bed. A smile formed, but I wasn’t sure why it was there.

I never expected I’d be the type to enjoy this sort of torture. I didn’t think I would’ve fared well in an abduction scenario, but this was different. While Zeke had taken away my options, I knew I still had an out. Perhaps that was why I maintained my sanity, why I looked forward to whatever demented thing he had in store for me next.

I left the bathroom and headed to the guest room where I kept my things. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before padding on bare feet toward the hallway. I wanted to get started on breakfast. I knew it would be an hour before Zeke and Case came up from the gym, so I had some time. However, I wasn’t the sort to rush things when I went to work.

As I reached the stairs I heard someone groan. I paused just outside Zeke’s bedroom door.

“Who fucking owns you?” Zeke’s deep voice bellowed.

“You, Zeke,” Case cried out.

I took a step closer until I was in the doorway. Neither man saw me because they were facing away from the door. Zeke had Case bent over his bed, his cock shoved deep inside him.

“That’s right. I own you. Your body belongs to me and only me.”

Case grunted as Zeke fucked him roughly, slamming into him. It was hard to believe that we’d all been asleep not even ten minutes ago, and now Zeke was brutally fucking Case as though he’d been storing up his energy for days.

“Who do you want plowing this ass, pretty boy?”

“You, Zeke. Only you.”

My heart tightened at Case’s words. They sounded desperate yet sincere. It caused a queasy feeling to ignite in my gut. Could that be true? Could Case be slipping out of my grasp already? We’d only been here a few days. Based on the way he’d curled up next to me, admitting he would sleep in a cage rather than a bed just so he could be near me, made me believe that wasn’t true.

“I own you, pretty boy,” Zeke growled.