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When Dad was done, he released the chain and pulled out of Saint. He stood, grabbing a tissue from a box on his nightstand before cleaning off. After he was finished, he worked the jeweled butt plug back into Saint and the pink gem seemed to wink at me.

“There. That’ll keep our seed in you. This way all the other dogs will know you’re taken.” He slapped Saint’s ass so hard the sound echoed in the room.

Saint lay on the bed, turning his head slightly to stare at us, his gaze soft and blissed out from his second orgasm of the night. He moaned as he rolled to his stomach, and my gaze zeroed in on his red and swollen hole, thoroughly used, and a shiver made me tremble from the excitement. My cock twitched.

“Ah, to be young.” Dad’s mouth curled as he nodded at my growing erection. “No more for tonight. We’ll let him get accustomed to his new quarters.”

“Quarters?” Finally Saint seemed to snap back to reality. “I need my job, Uncle Bowie, and my apartment.”

“Your only job is to be here when we want to empty our balls,” Dad drawled, uncaring. He walked toward me, naked, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off his spent cock. He clutched my chin in his fingers and held it tightly, making me wince. “Can you show him his new living arrangements without fighting with him?”

I nodded, any attitude disappearing with my orgasm. I was too exhausted to argue. My insides were tingling and I was hot all over. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this excited about fucking someone.

“Good boy.” He slammed his mouth against mine, frightening me into tensing. It only took a few seconds for my brain to catch up, and when I went to return the kiss, he’d already pulled away, heading toward his walk-in closet and the bathroom.

I blinked at Saint, who did the same back.

Swallowing, I shoved to my feet and tucked my cock back into my pants. I zipped up but left the button undone.

“Come on,” I grumbled, stalking over to the bed and grabbing the chain, tugging it hard. Saint nearly tumbled to the floor, and he grabbed the links in his hand, yanking the chain back.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he hissed. Finally, he had some backbone. “I have a life.”

I grunted. “You did have a life. Not anymore. You heard Dad, you belong to us.” I stepped closer to him and leaned in to whisper, “You’re nothing more than our cum bucket. Our Fleshlight. The pet we fuck until we haven’t got a drop of splooge left in our ballsacks. Got it?”

He hesitated and something new passed over his face. Desperation. “Ridge, please. Fucking please help me.”

“This is rich.” I laughed loudly, pleasure at seeing him beg making the recent orgasm feel even better. My skin buzzed with excitement and my insides grew warmer. “You’re asking for my help.” I got in close to him and flicked him in the middle of the forehead. He grunted. “You were enjoying every second of us fucking you.”

“I know.” His stare narrowed and he shoved my chest. I expected it, though, and I barely moved. He was too weak after being fucked twice. “You can fuck me. So can Uncle Bowie. But I can’t just give up my life for you.”

“Do you want our help?” I cupped his cheek and licked the shell of his ear on the opposite side of his face. He shivered.

“Yes,” he murmured, words barely audible.

“Then you’ll do what we say.” I sat back and stared at the bruises on his face. He looked like a cute little dalmatian. “Got it? You’re our bitch. Maybe I’ll call you Saint Bitch.”

He whimpered when I kissed him roughly. Sweat spiced his lips, and I ate his mouth desperately. My cock pushed at the front of my pants, wanting out again, but I ignored it. Dad said no more fucking tonight. Saint panted when I finally pulled away, and I smirked down at his recovering erection.

“I bet my inheritance the doghouse we got for you is a lot nicer than your apartment.”

He tilted up his chin to stare at me. “The. . . doghouse?”

I grinned and bent my finger, tugging at the chain again. “Come on, pup. I’ll show you.”

6

SAINT

Ridge unhooked the leash from my collar, fingers brushing against my throat. He leaned in and licked his lips across mine in a terrible parody of a kiss that had me cringing. I was too stunned to do much as he shoved me roughly toward the doghouse, which was really more of a dog castle, located inside a wide, high-ceilinged room. The green turf carpet resembled grass and was surprisingly easy on my knees. Maybe once upon a time this space had been a parlor, back when those types of rooms were in use.

A sad pang bounced around in my chest. My mother used to have what she’d called her tearoom, where she’d hosted small parties. She would talk people into investing in whatever her product or business of the week happened to be. I forced my thoughts away from the family that had abandoned me here to run for their lives, not giving a damn about mine.

The spires on the doghouse were cute, and I was surprised that I could feel that way with everything going on. I would’ve loved this if it had been for a real dog, not me. There was even a drawbridge leading to the door. This doghouse seemed like the doggy flap in the kitchen—constructed either for a very large dog or specifically for a person pretending to be one.

“Go inside. Look at your new home. Get comfortable because you won’t be staying anywhere else for a long fucking time.” There was a smug note in Ridge’s voice, and I refused to look at him.

Sweat broke out on my body and I shivered. I was flying high after getting off and being fucked so goddamned perfectly, but fear had its sharp claws wrapped around my heart. Was this it? Would I truly be nothing more than a thing for my uncle and cousin to get off with? Would I ever have a real life again?