Page 145 of Their Ruthless Sadist

These two were perfect for me. They were the best of everything in two unique packages.

“Well, personally, I think Matt’s a dick and you deserve much better,” Brax whispered when he pulled back.

Case chuckled. “Yeah. Which is why you’ve got us. We’re so much better than that douchebag.”

I grabbed Case’s arms and pushed him up before tossing him back to his spot in the middle of the bed. I rose and stared down at him. “So we’re even now?”

Case pursed his lips. “Your story pales in comparison to mine, so it might require you to bare your soul a little more in the future.”

I couldn’t help but laugh again. This was the side of Case I’d seen from time to time, and I was grateful it was back. After he’d relived his trauma, I hadn’t been sure he would make it all the way back to us, but I was glad to see that he had.

“So, how’d you know, anyway?” Case asked. “About what happened to me.”

“Jamie’s nosy,” I told him. “She told me something had happened, but not what. I gave in and did a search.”

“And now that you know?”

“It helps me to understand what you need.”

“Will you continue to give it to me?”

“I’ll give you both what you need. In every way,” I admitted. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever?” Brax asked.

“Forever what?”

“Can we have you forever?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. “If that’s what you want.”

“We do,” Brax said, his tone so matter-of-fact my heart skipped.

“I have a request,” Case said softly, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. He reached for Brax and tugged his arm until he moved closer.

“What’s that?” My gaze darted back and forth between the two of them.

“You let us give you what you need,” he said simply.

“And what do you think I need?”

“Everything,” Brax stated.

“What he said.” Case smirked again. “But I was thinking we could start with a blow job.”

Yeah, well. Who was I to argue with that?

Brax (the cowboy)

Friday, November 16

This was the first time we’d been back to the club since the Halloween debacle with Matt. I was happy to say that stupid fucker was no longer a member of the club. Had he been, I would’ve found a way to get his ass tossed out myself. Thankfully, he also hadn’t shown up at Zeke’s house again. For his own sake, I hope he didn’t. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold Case back if he did. That man had no right to darken Zeke’s doorstep. He’d given up the best thing that had ever happened to him, and lucky for us, Zeke now belonged to us.

“So, I hear you’ve got a scene planned for tonight,” Ransom told Zeke as we sat in the Dom lounge.

We had arrived at the club right about nine after I’d made them dinner. From the moment we stepped in the door, Zeke had insisted we remain close. We hadn’t argued. And now, Case and I were kneeling on the floor at Zeke’s feet while the two Sadists talked with Mistress Jane and Mistress D. The place was relatively busy tonight. I’d already noticed almost all of the club’s Masters were in attendance, as well as quite a few submissives and a bunch of new faces I hadn’t met yet.

“I do,” Zeke said. “But I’ve kept it a secret, seeing as you like to spoil the surprise for my toys.”