Cade rubbed his temples, deliberating his response. I expected him to put Ryker in his place and tell him I wasn’t an object. That my decision to have sex with Cade was mine and mine alone. My body, my choice, and Ryker didn’t get a say in it!
Instead, his response was anything but chivalrous.
“You can have her virgin ass first, Ryker. I know how much you like that. Would that cheer you up?” he offered nonchalantly as a consolation prize.
A huge toothy grin split Ryker’s face, seemingly cured of his awful disposition.
I choked on a mouthful of eggs when I heard him mention my ass. The image of Cade, my knight in shining armor, preserving my dignity and scolding Ryker, dissipated with his comment. Fury unraveled inside me.
“I’m not a pet or a sex slave, for the last time! I will decide what I do and with whom I do it. You are both immature assholes, and I’m never touching either of you, even with a five-foot pole!” I hissed. “Also, no one is going near my ass!”
I tried to storm off, but Ryker grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He swatted my bottom a few times, not painfully like he had with the previous spanking, but playfully.
He laughed, taunting me, “I just went near your ass, Kitten. What are you going to do, claw me?”
I thrashed about trying to escape his grip. He grabbed a handful of my butt cheek and squeezed, which I protested profusely while calling him every profane name I could think of.
He ignored me, holding me in place with ease before turning to Cade and saying, “I’ll agree to that. Kitten here would absolutely love it, wouldn’t she?”
When I said nothing, opting instead to scowl, he grabbed the bottom of my jaw between his pointer and thumb and squeezed. He raised his voice a few octaves, impersonating me, as he moved my jaw like a ventriloquist doll. “Yes, Ryker, I would absolutely love it if you fucked my ass.”
I twisted suddenly in his hold and elbowed him hard, right in his dick, slipping off his lap as he folded in pain, before stormingout of the room to get changed for my appointment with Dr. Zolkos. I heard Ryker groan as Cade chuckled, amused.
“She's fucking feral, Cade!” he whined as I slammed the door to drown them both out.
Cade hadn’t told me specifically what to wear, but I had to be prepared for the possibility of escape at any moment, and I didn’t want to be running through a military base wearing jeans, so I was grateful that he wasn’t feeling bossy this morning. Wanting to wear comfortable clothes, I found some flared black yoga pants deep in the closet and a simple knit cream sweater.
On my way to the appointment, I would need to record my surroundings, looking for anything that might aid my breakout. I would also need to track as many routes through the barracks as possible, so I could create a map later on. I knew we would pass the stairwell and exit when we left the residential dorms, and I hoped to get a better view of where it led to. This was my first chance to see what lay beyond the dormitory, and I couldn’t waste it.
When I rejoined Cade and Ryker in the common area, they had both changed into camo fatigues. Ryker had opted for a fitted sandy military T-shirt with an Arca logo, while Cade was wearing a dry-fit camo long sleeve. Ryker had a thigh holster, which carried his gun and knife. It clipped together at the crease of his groin, and when he moved, the fabric of his pants strained, highlighting his thick muscular legs and the bulge of his enormous dick.
He caught me staring, grabbed it with a lewd gesture, and asked if I wanted to suck it.
I flipped him off, politely declining his offer.
“You’ve been particularly defiant and bold today, Rowan. I think when we get back from Science, I might let Ryker punish you for all your provocation,” Cade threatened, raising his brow.
My face paled, and I muttered, “Sorry, sir,” to avoid being spanked or whatever deviant punishment I'm sure they would dream up.
I had only gotten a taste of their powerful control, as they submitted my body to pain and then pleasure, but I knew what I experienced was mild compared to what they had in store for me, eventually.
Smug Ryker shot me a little satisfied smirk while I glared at him.
Cade focused his attention on me, surveying my outfit, before saying, “Absolutely not. Go get changed, Rowan.”
I put my hands out in question, looking down at my clothes. “What’s wrong with what I'm wearing? It’s comfortable, and literally the only bottoms you gave me weren't jeans or underwear.”
“Spin around,” he commanded.
I spun slowly so my back was facing him and turned my head over my shoulder to look at them. Ryker bit his lip, and they both stared at my butt.
“Those pants are practically see-through. I can clearly make out the outline of your underwear and the crease of your ass cheeks. You are not wearing those in front of anyone but us. Do not even bother arguing.”
“I agree with Cade,” Ryker added.
Of course, he did.
“Yesterday you were threatening to parade me around the base in my birthday suit, and you're going to throw a fit about yoga pants?! Here, look, no problem!” I said, pulling the sweater down and causing it to obstruct the view of my butt . I spun slowly, just to drive home that my sweater covered the areas they were concerned about now. I didn’t want to change into restrictive clothing in case I happened across an escape opportunity.