Page 51 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Oh, and Jamie?” Zeke called after her.

Jamie paused midway up the stairs. “Yeah?”

“The next time you come over, I suggest you knock. Otherwise, you’ll get an eyeful of exactly what you got this morning. Only next time, I won’t allow them to get dressed.”

Her nose crinkled. “Eww.” A quick smile followed, and she darted the rest of the way up.

“Now finish eating,” Zeke commanded, his voice low. “Because when she leaves, I’ve got plans for the two of you.”

That now familiar sense of anticipation shot through me, and I turned my attention back to my breakfast.

CHAPTER 12

Zeke

Almost the minute Jamie got Greg’s number, she came up with some excuse as to why she had to leave. Something about forgetting she was supposed to meet a friend at the library. I knew it was bullshit, but I didn’t bother to stop her. I had other things on my mind, and they involved two naked masochists.

“Once you’ve cleaned up,” I told the pretty boy, “I want you to meet me in the basement.” I turned to the cowboy. “And you go shower, then come down there.”

While they took care of their assigned tasks, I headed down to the basement. Not only was it my home gym, it also held a few toys I’d acquired over the years. Granted, I had yet to use my personal stash of torture devices on anyone because I did not bring submissives to my house to play. Before the cowboy and the pretty boy, only one submissive had ever been in my personal space, but that was years ago. Before I’d decided to beef up my personal playroom.

I flipped on the music but kept it out of the ear-bleeding range while I got a few things set up for my new fuck toys.

Ever since my encounter with the pretty boy last night, I’d been eager to get my hands on the cowboy. I’d sent him to bed without touching him, despite the desperate urge I’d had. It was imperative that I show restraint when it came to them. Otherwise, they would get the wrong impression. And I was nothing if not controlled.

The pretty boy came down first, his eyes widening when he took in the space.

“This setup is impressive,” he said, his gaze rolling over the racks of weights and the various machines I’d purchased. “Gym-quality machines?”

I nodded. I figured the pretty boy might approve, considering his career choice. The man’s entire life was built around helping people get into the best shape they could.

“You’ve got everything you need here,” he said absently. “You don’t go to a gym?”

“No. Not a fan of people wanting to sit around and chat.” When I worked out, I worked out. I spent a few hours down here almost every day. Not only because I was intent on maintaining my physique, but also because it allowed me to clear my head. Some people used alcohol, drugs, or some other vice to chase the demons away. I used weights.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into the setup,” he said, his eyes still scanning the room.

“Glad you approve,” I said blandly. “Now I want you naked.”

He nodded. His gaze continued to bounce around the room as he removed his jeans, laying them over one of the nearby workout benches.

Good thing for him that wasn’t the sort of bench I was interested in using today. Nope, we would be getting one hell of a workout, but it wouldn’t be with weights.

I removed a cloth cover I kept over my most recent purchase—a steel spanking bench that I’d found online from a company that custom-built BDSM equipment. The A-frame legs were sturdy, designed to handle the abuse they would undoubtedly endure. It was magnificently designed, with roughly two dozen hooks that would allow me to restrain my toy in any way that I saw fit.

The pretty boy’s eyes shifted to the bench, but he didn’t say a word.

“This isn’t for you,” I informed him, noticing his disappointment. “Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy what I’ve got in store.”

After going into the closet and retrieving a set of iron cuffs, I motioned the pretty boy to follow me. I hooked the heavy iron manacles to a set of chains I had fixed to the concrete wall. I’d installed the hooks myself, so I knew they would hold up to damn near anything.

“Put your back to the wall,” I instructed.

The pretty boy got into position, and I fixed the cuffs to his wrists, then pulled the chains until his arms were spread out to his sides, as taut as I could get them without pulling. I did the same with his ankles, forcing his legs wide. I wasn’t using the cheesy padded leather restraints that would ensure his comfort for this scene. That wasn’t my style. I had no intention of ensuring he was comfortable.

I stood tall and stepped up to him, gripping his jaw between my fingers, then held up a small, round bell so he could see.

“As you probably remember, I’m not giving you a safe word. However, if something goes wrong, I do expect you to inform me. Since you won’t be able to speak, this will be your only way of signaling if there’s a problem.”