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I smirked. “I’m your owner, too. If I say jump, you be a good pup and do it.”

Saint scrambled across the bed toward me, ready to stand, but the door swung open abruptly, making us both freeze. Dad stood in the threshold, tall and foreboding, like a deity ready to smite us, and I winced away from his sharp, commanding gaze. I didn’t back down though, raising my chin. There was a game being played between me and Dad, and I yo-yoed between fighting against him and following his orders perfectly. I both wanted to make him proud and wanted him to hate me as much as I pretended to dislike him. The truth was that I idolized him. He was my hero and always had been.

His gaze zeroed in on Saint, then flipped to me, eyebrows raised. “Are you fighting?” The threat in his tone had me swallowing as fear crept up my throat.

“No,” I said immediately, but Dad gave me an unimpressed glance. He could tell I was lying. He always could.

Saint lowered his head, the meekness he’d shown to Dad before returning. A strange jealousy swirled in my stomach. He was so eager to make Dad proud, to do what he said without question, yet every order I gave him was met with resistance.

“Ridge, go sit on the chair over there.” He gestured to the chaise near the window. “Face it in toward the bed and don’t leave from there until I tell you that you can.”

The fire inside me burned hotter, and I fought the urge to tell him to go to hell. Instead, I walked to the chaise and dragged it across the carpet until it faced the bed like he’d ordered, then collapsed on it. My half-hard cock bounced with the movement, and I slapped it, watching it swing, pretending to be completely bored with this situation. I wasn’t, though. From beneath my lashes, I watched as Dad headed to the bed, his back straight and fingers already dancing up the buttons of his dress shirt, slowly undoing each one as he went.

The anticipation made the air thick with tension, and Saint’s stare followed Dad, his eyes wide. His body shook slightly and it wasn’t in fear. His cock was hard and leaking again, ready for action. He was hot for it.

I rolled my eyes. Whore.

Dad slid his shirt off his shoulders, revealing smooth tan skin with muscles a lot bigger than ours. His pecs were massive and his nipples a deep mauve. The only hair on the top half of his body was a smattering across his chest and his treasure trail, which led down into his black pants, to a prize that. . . to my own shock, I wanted to see. Was he as big as me? Bigger? Did my cock look the same as his? We were father and son, after all.

Dad smirked as he ate Saint up with his eyes. “Look at you,” he said, his voice going low and sensual. “Such a good pup. Ready for one of his masters to take care of him.”

Saint ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but I wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or nerves. Probably both. He slid back to the middle of the bed on his hands and knees and rested his ass on his legs.

“I want you to lie on your back,” Dad murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. “Let me use your body to get off because that is what you are now, Saint. Not only a pet, but a fuck toy to empty our balls into.” He glanced at me with a smirk. “Let’s show Ridge how a real man fucks.”

I straightened in the chaise and slid my ass back. Gritting my teeth together, I offered Dad a smarmy smile. If he thought he could do better, he could prove it. I’d had Saint coming on my cock earlier, and while I’d never fucked a guy before him, I’d certainly banged my way into pussies like a pro.

Saint glanced between me and Dad, and after a moment, he shifted onto his back. He spread his legs and bent his knees, showing us the jeweled plug in his abused asshole.

Dad undid his pants and slid them, along with his underwear, to his ankles. I leaned forward, taking a moment to stare at his cock. It wasn’t bigger than mine; although, it wasn’t much shorter, either. But it was thicker. His cockhead was massive compared to mine.

Saint let out a loud breath I heard from where I sat, and his mouth popped open, eyes going wide. His interest in Dad’s cock stirred that jealousy again, making the pit of my stomach burn hot. I didn’t know why it mattered. Saint was my cousin, and I was going to fuck him over if it was the last thing I did, and yet I hated that he had such a strong reaction to seeing Dad’s junk.

Saint had gotten off with me in his ass first. And he’d felt so tight and delicious, everything I’d thought fucking a guy would be like and more.

Dad reached over to the nightstand, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lube. He flipped open the lid and poured a generous amount on his cock, then slicked himself up before throwing the bottle on the bed. He looked at me, smirking. The message was clear in his eyes—he was teaching me another lesson. This time, it wasn’t one I wanted to learn. He was the alpha dog in this situation, and as much as I would love to fight him for the position, he was right.

He yanked out the plug, then lined up with Saint’s hole and shoved in hard and fast. Saint gasped, jerking and grabbing Dad’s upper arms. His cock lurched, shiny precum beading at the slit. He curled his legs around Dad’s waist, holding on tightly.

Dad plowed balls deep inside of Saint, and Dad was clearly loving every moment. He smirked as he stared down at Saint, then wrapped his fist into the chain and yanked it. Saint gasped again, mouth popping open in either pain, surprise, or both, as he shot forward with the force. Dad grabbed Saint’s chin with his other hand, keeping Saint’s mouth open. Dad gathered spit by clearing his throat, and Saint’s eyes widened as realization set in about what he was going to do. He didn’t struggle, though, and I watched, paralyzed with shock, as Dad spat into Saint’s mouth. Even though it should’ve been disgusting, there was something erotic about the sight of Dad holding Saint’s chain in his fist while spitting into his mouth. And Saint. . . he fucking moaned.

My cock throbbed and I spat in my hand before I reached down to wrap my palm and fingers around it. I stroked my length, enraptured by the scene in front of me. My father was fucking my cousin, and I was into it. I really was fucked in the head, yet I didn’t give a shit. We were Godfreys. We were rich enough to fuck anyone we wanted, even our family.

Dad kissed him then, mouth hungry and devouring Saint’s as though he wanted to eat him all up, and it was just as sexy as seeing Dad balls deep. The kiss didn’t last long. Dad sat back on his knees, his fist still grasping the chain tightly, and pulled his cock nearly all the way out of Saint’s hole before pounding back inside him. The rough fucking had begun, and my hand moved at the same pace as Dad. I jerked my cock until it hurt, but Dad gave no mercy to Saint and the fucker seemed to be enjoying every second.

His head was thrown back, and his cock blushed a dangerous, deep red. He looked ready to explode as he held on to Dad for dear life with his hands and legs. The only sounds that filled the room were the slapping of their skin and Saint’s groans and moans. The show was so perfect that I wanted to make the sound of Saint whining my ringtone. Maybe I would do it to remind Saint who he belonged to.

I chuckled quietly at the thought. Next time I had my phone with me, I would do that. I’d left it downstairs.

It didn’t take Saint much longer. Dad’s thrusts were unrelenting, and Saint didn’t need to touch his cock before he came hard, spurts of cum shooting from his slit and covering his abs. He whimpered loudly, throwing his hands up over his head like he was trying to find something to hold, but he came up empty.

I wasn’t far behind him. A few more tugs was all it took before every ounce of tension in my body left me in the rush of my orgasm. My jizz shot up my shirt, while some landed on my pants that were still wrapped around my hips. I shook under the intensity of the climax and groaned, arching my back.

“Hm.” Dad’s mocking voice had me clenching after I was done releasing every bit of spunk in my balls. I finally gathered the courage to look at him. He stared at me while still thrusting into Saint, Dad’s cock drilling into his hole without surrender. And even though Saint looked like a rag doll, boneless and high on ecstasy, he took it like a champ.

I shrugged at Dad, aiming for nonchalance, but it didn’t work. Dad knew better. He always did.

A few more thrusts later and Dad shoved deep into Saint, his grip on the chain tightening until his knuckles turned white. He groaned and stayed there, emptying his balls into Saint’s body exactly like he’d said he would. Saint was our fuck toy and now he knew it.