Page 116 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“What the hell does hmm mean?”

Ransom held up his hands. “Nothing. I’m just surprised. I figured you’d be getting the miles out of those toys while you had them.” He put his hands on his hips. “Unless, of course, you’re planning to keep them. In that case, there’s no rush to wear them out.”

“I’m not gonna keep them,” I countered, although the words were bitter in my mouth.

“Right. Okay. Well, I guess if you’re not going to entertain the masses tonight, perhaps I should.” He scanned the area. “In order to do that, I’m gonna have to find some tough hide I can beat on. I’ll check in with you later.”

“Yeah. Later.”

I watched as Ransom headed over to the section where he would be able to see the submissive selection for the evening. From my vantage point, I could see at least a dozen scantily clad submissives kneeling on pillows, waiting patiently for someone to acknowledge them.

Rarely did I ever have to seek out the kneeling population for entertainment purposes, but I certainly didn’t miss having to find someone who might hold my interest for even a few minutes.

My gaze swung over to the pretty boy and the cowboy. They were standing by the bar talking to two other male submissives. I didn’t recognize them, so I figured they were new. Not that I would be able to tell either way because the masks were obscuring everyone’s faces.

No, now that I’d found exactly what I’d been missing, I wondered if it was possible they’d be willing to keep me if I did decide to make this more than temporary. Could I? Would they want me for more than some interesting scenes?

That empty space in my chest ached at the thought. The last thing I wanted was to go through the hell of watching them walk away when they found out I was merely human.

Making that known seemed to be the fastest way for me to let someone down.

Brax (the cowboy)

I had no idea who this one guy was—aside from his name being Matt—or why he was following me and Case around like a lost puppy, but no matter how hard we tried to shake him, he wasn’t getting the hint.

The other submissive with him—Gary—was a regular here. He seemed quite content to give Matt the lowdown on what was going on.

“That girl over there, she’s a masochist,” Gary explained. “Not hard-core like Case, though.”

Case didn’t look at either of them, but his eyes cut to me briefly. I knew he was getting tired of having an entourage.

“Hard-core, huh?” Matt prompted.

Case didn’t respond.

“So, how long have you been members here?” Matt asked.

“I’ve been here a year,” Gary informed him. “But I just recently was collared by my Mistress.”

Matt nodded, then cast a quick look my way.

“A while,” I replied, aiming for casual, uninterested. I was hoping he would take the hint.

“Interesting.”

Why? Why was that interesting? He’d said that after nearly every answer we’d given him. If I didn’t know better, I would think this was some sort of interrogation. And it was getting old quickly.

Unfortunately, Gary took that opportunity to excuse himself. That left me and Case with Matt, and I knew the questions were going to keep coming.

Matt touched his neck. “I see you’re both collared. By the same Dom? Male or female?”

“Yeah. And he’s a Sadist,” I answered, leaving the what’s it to you? unspoken.

Matt turned his attention to Case. “So, you’re a masochist, huh?”

Case didn’t respond, simply glared back at the man through his mask. It was clear he was as sick of playing this game as I was.

“I think Zeke’s tryin’ to get our attention,” I told Case. “It was nice to meet you, Matt.”