My dick throbbed, but I managed a firm, “Yes, Zeke.”
Brax, on the other hand, merely grunted.
It was then I knew that whatever this was, whatever had put him in a bad mood, wasn’t going to simply go away.
In fact, I got the feeling it was going to get worse before it got better.
SEVENTEEN
ZEKE
I DIDN’T LIKE THE COWBOY’S attitude one fucking bit. It pissed me off in a way that I didn’t expect. For one, I shouldn’t actually give a shit if he was mad. However, he made it damn near impossible to ignore.
Yeah, I probably should’ve left them at my house while I’d run to meet the client Ben had asked me to meet with. Unfortunately, I’d thought it would be good for them to get out of the house. It seemed to have backfired in my face. And now that we were back at my house, I was ready to dish out some severe punishment.
However, I decided against it.
In fact, I decided to give the cowboy the same treatment he was giving me. If he thought it was appropriate to ignore me and shrug off everything I said, I would show him exactly how it felt.
After I let Tank out into the yard to do his business, I headed upstairs to change out of my suit. Rather than jeans, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants after shucking my underwear. Clothing wouldn’t be necessary for what I had in mind for the pretty boy.
As for the cowboy … well, I was going to let him watch. I damn sure wasn’t going to reward him for his bad behavior. Which meant my only choice was to ignore him. While he worked in the kitchen to make us dinner, he would get a front row seat to me enjoying the hell out of his boyfriend.
I took my time changing. I even took a moment to check my email and to shoot Ben a note letting him know I had visited the client and I would be submitting my proposal for him to review. That wasn’t something he required from me; however, I was still new to the company, and while learning the ropes, I wanted to ensure I met or exceeded his expectations.
When I returned downstairs, the cowboy was in the kitchen, making more noise than usual. And the pretty boy was laid out naked on my coffee table.
“Mmm,” I said when I approached. “Just how I want to see you.” I glanced over at the cowboy. “When you get a chance, make sure you get Tank’s dinner ready, too.”
The cowboy nodded but didn’t verbally respond.
I fought back the urge to confront him. I didn’t approve of this childish behavior. But if I did say something, it would only provoke him. I expected him to talk to me when he had a problem, not bottle it up and pretend it didn’t exist.
Not that I knew what his problem was. He’d been this way since I came down for breakfast yesterday morning. The more time that went by, the worse he got and I was starting to wonder if he even knew why he was pissed. At first he’d simply been quiet, somewhat melancholy. That had twisted and morphed into outright defiance today.
I grabbed the remote to the television and dropped down onto the sofa. Although I clicked it on, my gaze never strayed from the pretty boy. He was laid out perfectly, his cock hard and heavy against his stomach, his arms down at his sides, and his knees bent, feet on the floor. He looked comfortable. For now.
“Stroke yourself for me, pretty boy. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
A shudder went through him as his hand moved to his cock. One big fist circled his dick, slowly working up, then down.
“Did you enjoy the prostate massager?” I asked, simply to make conversation so that the cowboy was curious.
“Yes, Zeke. Although, at one point, I feared my prostate would be numb indefinitely.”
I chuckled. I hadn’t thought of that, but the added mind fuck certainly didn’t disappoint.
I made sure to keep an eye on the cowboy. He was working away, but he couldn’t keep from glancing over to see what we were doing. I wanted him to watch, to see how I rewarded good behavior.
The pretty boy worked his dick for several minutes, not moving other than to fist his cock up and down. I couldn’t resist the urge to lean closer, to admire what he was doing. My gaze darted between the cowboy in the kitchen and the pretty boy’s hard cock. When I noticed the cowboy looking again, I leaned down and swiped my tongue over the head of the pretty boy’s cock.
The pretty boy hissed, his hand stilling momentarily.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I said roughly.
He began working himself again and I used my tongue on the head of his cock, relishing the taste of him. While I tended to command my toys to suck me off, I happened to enjoy teasing with my mouth. I didn’t indulge often because it gave the illusion that I cared more than I did. However, in this case, I was doing it to torment the cowboy.
“Hold your cock still,” I ordered, ensuring my voice carried into the kitchen so the cowboy knew what I was doing.
The pretty boy’s hand stilled and I leaned over and sucked the head of his dick between my lips. He groaned loudly and his cock pulsed against my tongue.
“You like my mouth on your dick, don’t you, pretty boy?”
“Yes, Zeke,” he replied breathlessly. “So fucking much.”
I spent a few minutes torturing him with my lips and tongue. I never deep-throated him, didn’t suck vigorously, merely teased. The longer I spent with my mouth on the pretty boy’s dick, the louder the sounds in the kitchen became. Pots and pans clanging, silverware being dropped onto the counter. The cowboy didn’t appreciate my tactics.
Which meant it was time to turn it up another notch.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
I COULDN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THAT Zeke was sucking Case’s dick right there in front of me.
He had teased me with that damn prostate massager all fucking day, made me stroke my dick during the ride home, then banished me to the kitchen so I could cook their fucking dinner.
I had half a mind to walk right out the front door and never look back.
And I would have if I didn’t feel guilty about my stupid reactions to him. Ever since yesterday morning when I’d overheard Zeke and Case in Zeke’s bedroom, I’d been in a state of chaos. My emotions were all over the map. I was hurt by the fact that Case admitted he wanted Zeke to own him. I was angry with Zeke because he hadn’t confronted me that way, never gave me the chance to offer myself up like that.
It made no sense.
I’d known what this was when I agreed to it. Zeke didn’t want strings, and I was supposed to respect that. I knew he was simply fucking with us. He didn’t own us. Not for the long term anyway. Which meant I had overreacted to what I’d witnessed.
It would’ve been easy to simply lay it all out there for Zeke, to tell him how I felt. He could decide where to go from there. More than likely, he would make me feel like a jackass and then we could move on with our lives.
Except, I didn’t want to risk Zeke throwing us out on our asses. Not because we didn’t have somewhere to go. That could be easily rectified, even if it meant staying in a hotel in the interim. The truth was, I didn’t want to leave. For me. For Case. For Zeke. I wanted to explore this. To have the experience if nothing else. We were just getting started and here I was about to ruin everything.
So, rather than talk, I had bottled it up. My anger would dissipate eventually. It always did.
Only now, watching Zeke suck Case’s dick wasn’t helping in the least. I wanted my dick to be in Zeke’s mouth. I wanted him focused on me.
Did that make me selfish? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Did I care? No.
Okay, yes.
I did care. I loved Case. And I knew he loved me. We had come into this agreeing to see it through. I had no right to be jealous, yet my stupid heart couldn’t be swayed otherwise.
“Stand up, pretty boy,” Zeke instructed.
My eyes shot up from the chicken Parmesan I was preparing. I watched as Case stood, his cock rock hard and bobbing proudly. Zeke stood, too, then shoved his sweatpants down his legs before he took a sea
t on the sofa once more.
“Come over here.” Zeke patted the cushion beside him. “I want you on your knees, mouth on my dick.”
I groaned, trying to be as quiet as possible. From the angle Zeke was in, I would be able to see Case’s ass, not what his mouth was doing to Zeke.
“That’s a good fuck toy,” Zeke crooned, his hand sliding over the back of Case’s head. “I want you to suck my dick until I tell you to stop.”
I was well aware that Zeke knew I was watching them. Our eyes had met several times. I knew he was pushing me, rewarding Case while punishing me. I even understood why he was doing it.
Didn’t mean I was happy.
Worse than that? My dick was hard. Watching Zeke and Case wasn’t easy to do. It should’ve pissed me off, but it only turned me on. I was hard and horny and I knew there would be no outlet for me. Not tonight.
“Such a good fucking mouth,” Zeke said. “Keep sucking me, pretty boy. Take my cock all the way in your throat. That’s it. Just like that.”
I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my gaze continued to bounce over to the sofa. I could see Case’s balls and his asshole. He was spread out, as though in offering, but he wasn’t mine to have.
I knew what was coming next. I knew Zeke had every intention of fucking Case. Probably right here in the kitchen, where I had no choice but to watch them, to hate myself for acting like a petulant child all damn day.
“Ah, fuck,” Zeke groaned. “I need to feel that ass choking my dick, pretty boy. You want that? To feel me buried to the hilt inside you?”
Case groaned and my dick throbbed.
“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.
Just fucking jealous.
EIGHTEEN
ZEKE
Thursday, October 18
I SPENT THE ENTIRE NEXT morning trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with the cowboy.
He’d had a bug up his ass ever since Tuesday morning when I ventured down for breakfast after my workout and shower. I wasn’t sure what was bothering him, but he was standoffish, as though keeping me at arm’s length. Then again, he seemed to be doing the same to his boyfriend. Last night, after I had fucked the pretty boy right in front of the cowboy, I half expected him to break. However, he hadn’t.
So, I had followed him upstairs, allowed him to take a piss while I watched, then I put his cage on him and forced him to remain naked while we went back downstairs. We ate dinner and I had the cowboy clean up, although the pretty boy was usually the one to pitch in. He joined us in the living room when he was finished, and when we were watching television, the cowboy had put some space between himself and the pretty boy. That wasn’t normal from what I’d seen.
Rather than go into the office this morning, I opted to work from home. Case mentioned he was scheduled to meet with Trent for one of his workout sessions, so I figured I could keep the cowboy company while he waited for their things to be delivered. Since they were currently residing with me, they had decided to put most of their belongings in storage. It made the most sense until they figured out where they would be living whenever this thing between us was finished.
I had briefly considered outlining a plan for them. Adding an end date so they had something to work toward. That thought was fleeting. I liked the idea of them not knowing. Wondering if perhaps today would be the day I would kick them out on their asses.
As with every sexual encounter I’d had with a submissive, I knew this would be ending. If the cowboy had his way, probably sooner rather than later. But I was expecting it, waiting for him to come to me and let me know he was giving back the collar because he was through. No matter how much I was enjoying having them here, I knew it was inevitable.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop when I heard footsteps behind me. A few seconds passed, but the cowboy kept his mouth shut. If he was waiting for me to greet him, he would be waiting a damn long time.
Finally, he cleared his throat and he began speaking to my back. “The movers said they’d meet me at the storage unit in an hour.”
I pivoted in my chair to face him, curious as to what he wanted me to do with that information. When he wasn’t forthcoming, I cocked an eyebrow and waited patiently.
His eyes went everywhere except mine when he finally spoke. “I just thought you wanted to know.”
“I do want to know,” I assured him, taking in his body language.
His arms were crossed over his chest, his hip slightly cocked as though what he was saying didn’t mean a damn thing to him or me. His gaze darted my way briefly, but when he noticed me watching him, his eyes shifted again.
“Okay, then.” He dropped his hands with a huff. “I gu
ess I’ll just go on up there and wait. Not sure when I’ll be—”
“The pretty boy has your car,” I told him unnecessarily.
“I know. I … I wanted to see if I could borrow your truck.”
“No.” I didn’t see any reason for him to sit in my truck and wait for the damn movers. The place was five minutes from my house. It was obvious he was trying to get away from me and I wanted to know why.
His forehead creased and those emerald eyes finally settled firmly on my face, defiance glittering back at me. “No?”
“Did I stutter?”
“No. It’s just … I was thinking … I figured I could…”
I pushed to my feet. “Don’t think.”
The cowboy’s eyes followed my movement, his arms shifting in closer to his body. If he was trying to pretend not to be pissed off, he was doing a shitty job.
I nodded toward the basement stairs. “Follow me.”
I was surprised he didn’t ask me why. He wasn’t nearly as obedient as he’d been a couple of days ago.
I marched down the stairs with him close at my heels.
“Strip and go stand by the wall.”
“Uh … Zeke … I need to meet the movers.”
Stopping in my tracks, I didn’t turn to look at him. “Are you arguing with me, cowboy?”
“No, Zeke. It’s just—”
I held up a hand to cut him off. When he stopped, I pointed to the wall. “Now.”
It was time to address this situation. The man obviously had something on his mind, and if it meant torturing the information out of him, so be it. I certainly didn’t mind. In fact, it was right up my alley.
I unlocked the closet so I could find one particular toy I’d been looking forward to trying out. It was rather brutal, but I figured the cowboy could handle it. Once I’d gathered all the parts, I carried the heavy items out to where the cowboy was currently waiting for me.
I set everything down on the vinyl-padded table in the corner, then began connecting the pieces until there was no mystery left regarding what it was for. Well, no mystery for me.
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