Page 74 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Yes. The other morning. In your bedroom. You were fucking him.”

I’d fucked the pretty boy plenty of times, but only once in my bedroom. “And…?”

“You asked him who owned him. He said you did.”

“And you have a problem with that because…?”

His lips formed a hard line, but he didn’t look away. “It bothered me that he said it.”

“Feeling left out?” I taunted, smiling ferociously.

“Yes, Zeke.” He grunted when the dildo penetrated him again.

I stepped closer, staring right into his eyes. “What is it you want from me, cowboy?”

“Everything, Zeke.”

I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.

“Everything?”

He tried to nod, but the metal ring around his neck made it impossible. “Yes, Zeke.”

“Define everything.” This was what I needed to know.

While I had the pretty boy pegged, I hadn’t quite figured out what fed the cowboy’s true desires. He claimed to be a masochist, and in many ways, I saw the signs. He didn’t mind having his ass spanked, and the rough sex made his eyes glaze over. However, he wasn’t into pain the way the pretty boy was. He took it when it was delivered, but the humiliation seemed to be what got him off. I wanted to hear him admit it.

“I get the feeling you don’t have a clue what you need.” I kept my tone cool, aloof.

“Not true.” The dildo pushed in again, and he breathed through it.

“Is your dick hard?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

“Do you get off having a machine fucking your ass?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

And there it was. The truth was in his eyes. He needed the humiliation.

I stepped in closer and curled my hand around his jaw. This time, I didn’t squeeze; I merely kept his attention where it belonged. On me.

“That can be arranged. Would you like me to set this up so you can spend your evenings bent over with this toy drilling into your asshole? You can sit there and take it while I fuck your boyfriend. I can own him like the bitch he is, and you can take all the pleasure from a machine.”

“No, Zeke.”

“What? You’re jealous that I’m fucking your boyfriend? Is that it? You don’t like the idea that he gets off on it? Do you think I give him more attention than I give you?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

I let that sink in. I considered all the times we’d played for the past few days. It was possible I’d given the pretty boy more attention. It certainly wasn’t intentional, but part of me knew the pretty boy could handle anything I gave him. I had to rein myself in with the cowboy.

“He needs me,” I told him. “He needs what only I can give him. That’s why you’re here, right? So I can give you both what you can’t give each other?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

“Do you think he wants me more than he wants you?”