Page 71 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Go grab some lube and a condom from my bedroom,” Zeke told Case.

I focused my attention on finishing up while my mind wandered. I would simply excuse myself after dinner, go up to the bathroom, and jack off. Zeke wouldn’t know, and it would offer some much-needed relief.

“Think I can’t read your mind, cowboy?” Zeke asked.

My gaze shot over to him, and I noticed he was walking toward me.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he continued, “but it won’t happen. As soon as we’re finished with dinner, I’m putting your cage on you. You won’t get a chance to touch yourself. You will live with this discomfort for the rest of the night.”

I groaned, not caring that he heard me.

“Come here, cowboy,” Zeke insisted, his tone harder, more irritated than before. He motioned toward the kitchen table. “Pull out that chair and have a seat.”

“I need to finish dinner,” I retorted, my tone reflecting every ounce of my anger.

His eyes narrowed, and I could tell I was pushing my luck.

“Sit. Down.”

I had two choices. Sit down or piss him off royally. I had gotten away with more than I should have, so I knew Zeke was being lenient. However, the man was clearly getting close to his limit. If I pushed too hard, Case and I would be sleeping somewhere else tonight.

And honestly, that was the last thing I wanted.

So, I sat.

Case returned a minute later with lube and a condom.

“Bend over the table, pretty boy.” Zeke quickly sheathed himself with the condom. “Give me your hand, cowboy.”

I held up my hand and Zeke squirted lube into it.

“Grease me up so I can fuck the pretty boy’s tight little ass while you watch.”

Not having a choice, I did as he instructed. Once he was lubed, he pulled his cock from between my fingers, then walked over behind me. My chair shifted, moving closer to where Case was currently leaning over the table, his ass facing Zeke.

“You’re gonna sit there and watch,” Zeke growled, his voice low and deep. “Look away one fucking time and you can find another place to go tonight.”

Case’s head turned, and I felt his eyes on me. I didn’t look at him. I already hated myself for letting things get out of hand. It was all my fault, so I would take my punishment like a man.

I turned my attention to Case’s ass, watching as Zeke lined up and slid inside him. My stomach twisted, churning as Case groaned and moaned.

Zeke took his time, fucking into Case slow and easy. He kept one hand on his cock, the other on Case’s hip, ensuring I had a perfect view as he penetrated him.

“You like that, pretty boy? Feeling my dick deep inside you?”

“Yes, Zeke,” Case confirmed.

Zeke’s gaze shot to me, but I didn’t look away. I wasn’t going to risk his wrath. I’d already overstepped.

With my heart in my throat, I watched Zeke fuck Case. It started out slow, then became brutal. Zeke took his pleasure as easily as he gave it. They both grunted and groaned as Zeke pounded away at my boyfriend’s ass. I had no choice but to endure.

Even as I wished like hell that was me bent over that table and Zeke was using me the way he was using Case.

I was so fucking jealous.

Jealous of Case.

Jealous of Zeke.