Page 60 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Are we gonna get a call from the boys across the way?” He motioned in the direction of the wall, and I knew he was referring to the building across the street from ours. They had a perfect view of some of our offices.

“Probably.” That was my goal anyway.

“Well,” he said as he stood tall. “I look forward to that call. Just make sure the cops aren’t sent our way.”

“As long as they’re not offended, shouldn’t be an issue.” Considering my fuck toys were currently blowing each other in the middle of my office floor, it was quite possible the uptight accountants were getting an eyeful.

After topping off my cup, I headed back down to my office. Tank was asleep on Addison’s floor, his big head shifting when he heard footsteps. He didn’t bother to get up as I passed.

“Traitor,” I told him with a grin.

When I stepped into my office, I found the pretty boy and the cowboy exactly as I’d left them. They were sixty-nining one another with the pretty boy on his knees and the cowboy beneath him.

“Switch,” I instructed as I headed over to my desk.

The cowboy rolled out of the way, and the pretty boy lay down. A second later, they were back in position, filling each other’s mouths with their cocks. It was a hell of a sight, I had to admit. They knew they weren’t allowed to come, so neither of them was rushing.

I spent a few minutes working on a couple of emails I had to take care of. I had a call in fifteen minutes, so I wanted to get this out of the way before then.

Dividing my attention between watching the show and typing up information on governance, risk, cyber response, and defense wasn’t as easy as some people might’ve thought. For whatever reason, I found my interest in the details of the email waning.

Finally, my computer chirped, alerting me to the appointment I had in five minutes.

“Cowboy, I want you over here,” I said as I typed one last line in my final email and hit send. “It’s my turn to enjoy that mouth.” I glanced over to see them separating. “And pretty boy, I want you to stay just like that. Stroke your cock while I watch.”

“Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said.

I turned my chair to the side to allow the cowboy to kneel between my legs. As interesting as it would’ve been to shove his ass under the desk, he was too big to fit comfortably. Since I didn’t want anything distracting him from sucking me, I figured this worked better.

“Free my cock,” I instructed, leaning back in my chair.

The cowboy was up on his knees, his hands working my belt, then my slacks. When he had my cock in his hand, I watched him.

“I’ve got a call to make, but I want your mouth on me at all times. Do not make a sound. If you do, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

“Yes, Zeke.” He peered up at me, his lips already swollen from having the pretty boy’s dick between them.

I nodded for him to get started as I picked up the phone to make the call.

His hand was cool, his mouth warm. A definite distraction from the mundane task of rolling through my spiel on why it was important for a company to have the appropriate protocols in place when it came to data, and what I expected from anyone who worked for me.

Yes, I had decided to pursue hiring a few employees. I’d already started feeling the strain on my time. Chatter PR Global was branching out, and I suspected, if all went well, we would be branching cybersecurity into its own division, utilizing a name that better suited what we did. In order for that to happen, I needed to hire some people who were top in their field.

While the man on the other end of the line ran through all his qualifications, I kept my eyes on the pretty boy as he stroked his cock in front of me. Every now and then, I would put my hand on the cowboy’s head, urging him to continue. I liked the way his mouth worked me. It was different than the pretty boy’s. Both of them were good at giving head, no doubt about that. But it was nice to have variety.

In fact, I found I liked having a choice between the two. They were similar in many ways, but still uniquely different. The pretty boy was all about pain, while the cowboy didn’t necessarily need it. He did succumb to humiliation in a way that fascinated me. Between the two of them, I hadn’t gotten bored yet. That was a good sign considering my short attention span when it came to submissives.

“I’d like for you to come in for a personal interview,” I said into the phone, “I’m setting them all up for Friday.” I hit a button to pull up my calendar. “Right now, I’ve got times at ten thirty or two.”

“I’ll take ten thirty, sir.”

“Perfect.” I added the event to my calendar. “I look forward to chatting more.”

“Thank you for your time, sir.”

“Sure.” With that, I hung up the phone and turned my full attention to my fuck toys.

“Pretty boy, I want you to come over here and lick his ass. Prepare him to take your cock.” I rested my hand on the cowboy’s head. “And you stay right where you are. I fully intend to fuck your throat in the very near future. I hope like hell you’re ready.”