Page 110 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
His eyes were stone-cold serious when he said, “The last thing I want is to hurt her, Zeke. I swear to you. That’s the last thing I want.”
I could hear the sincerity in his words but I couldn’t speak. I had just given this man—one of my best friends—permission to date my sister. And I knew deep down that he wasn’t some blowhard college kid who wanted to take her for coffee and stare deep into her eyes while they chatted about mundane bullshit. This man was into kink, which meant he would likely—
Nope. Not going to think about it.
“Just promise me one thing,” I said on a sigh.
He looked skeptical. “What’s that?”
“That’ll you’ll warn me when she’s coming to the club. Because … no. If you forget, and I show up to find my sister… I mean it. If I walk into Dichotomy and see her, I swear to God, I will kill you, then resuscitate you and do it again and again.”
A small smile pulled at Edge’s mouth. “You’ve got my word.”
There was gratitude in his eyes and I found myself oddly relieved. My sister could do far worse than Gregory Edge. I just had to remember that this was my idea when things went south between them. And when that happened, I was going to lose one of the closest friends I had, because no matter what, I would never turn my back on my sister. Not for anyone.
Edge nodded, then turned to go. He cast a quick look over his shoulder as though expecting me to launch myself at him and beat him to a pulp. It was surprising that I didn’t want to. I’d never felt as though anyone was good enough for my sister. However, Gregory Edge was one of the finest men I knew.
When he walked out, I stared after him.
It was time I found my fuck toys.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
“I HATE TO INTERRUPT THE party,” Dale said when he popped his head into the break room, “but you two are being summoned.”
He was looking directly at me, so I assumed he was referring to me and Case.
“Well, ladies,” Case said with a smirk. “That’s our cue. It seems our Sadist is ready to inflict some pain.”
He didn’t appear at all bothered by the notion.
“Good luck,” Addison teased. “I think I’ll go back down to my office, too. Maybe I’ll get to hear some moans and groans coming from that direction.”
“Not if he gags them,” Luci noted. “Does he enjoy that? Gagging you?”
Case waved her off. “A masochist never tells.”
I was the first to get to my feet, but Case was right behind me.
“Maybe we can grab lunch later. You know, if we can walk,” I told them with a smile.
“I’m down.” Addison smirked. “Even if you can’t walk. That way I can make fun of you.”
I couldn’t help but like Addison. She’d come out of her shell ever since she hooked up with her two Doms, her rebellious streak shining brightly.
“Come on,” I urged Case. The last thing I wanted was to keep Zeke waiting.
I practically had to run to keep up as Case darted for the stairs. We arrived at Zeke’s office to find him sitting in his chair, staring out the window.
He must’ve heard us because his attention redirected our way when we stepped into the room.
“Close the door,” he instructed.
Since I was the last to enter, I closed the door behind me, then turned and gave Zeke my full attention.
“Do you know what a humbler is?”
I frowned but not because I was confused. I knew exactly what a humbler was, and while I’d never used one, I knew from research that the damn thing was brutal.
“Yes, Zeke,” Case replied, an edge of excitement in his voice.
Zeke’s grin was ferocious. “Have you worn one?”
“No, Zeke,” we both said in unison.
“That’s about to change. Now strip.”
Instinctively, I glanced out the window, noticing all the windows across the way. Thanks to a thunderstorm brewing, it was darker outside than it was inside, which meant everyone within range would have a perfect view of what was about to happen. Oddly, this excited me. More so than that damn humbler.
Case and I made quick work of removing our clothes. By the time we were finished, Zeke was on his feet.
“I want both of you on your knees.” He motioned toward the opposite side of the room. “Over here. Asses toward me.”
At least the people across the way wouldn’t have a front row view of my asshole.
I dropped to my hands and knees, my breaths already becoming more labored. I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear that had me breathing roughly. Maybe a little of both.
“The intention is to keep you on your knees. Once your balls are secured between the two wooden slats, you are not going to want to get up. If you do, you could cause serious damage. Understand?”
