Page 115 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
Of course, masks were provided, and no matter how much I argued, I was told I had to wear one just like everyone else who was permitted to enter.
When I arrived and noticed all the black lights, the dress code made sense. While the Doms’ masks were black, the submissives’ masks were white, which glowed beneath the purple light, easily showing who was who.
My fuck toys were wearing leather thongs, leather harnesses, their collars, and the mask. Nothing else. Of course, they were drawing all sorts of attention because men and women both were checking them out. Honestly, I was proud to have them with me and not merely because they were hot enough to draw all eyes to them. The cowboy and the pretty boy had been inching their way deeper beneath my skin with every passing day. At this point, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel if I had to sleep without them in my bedroom.
“Nice party,” Mistress Jane said when she approached me outside of the main-floor Doms’ lounge. “I have to say, your arm candy is rather delicious.”
“Good thing for me they’re not into females.”
She smiled, her eyes and her mouth the only part of her face visible because of the mask. “Yes, that is good for you.”
“Did you bring any pets tonight?” I inquired, simply to make conversation.
“No. I’m here solo this evening.” Her head turned as she surveyed the room. “However, I’m fairly certain I’ll find one or two I can play with.”
“I doubt that’ll be difficult for you.”
“Especially since Trent opened the club tonight to a few extra submissives.”
I frowned. “Really? Why’s that?”
“Edge approved some of the backlog. And he couldn’t have done it at a better time either. The options were slimming.”
“I didn’t realize there was a backlog.”
“Yep. Apparently quite a bit. My understanding is he’s added almost two dozen fresh faces. Mostly submissives.”
Great. Just what we needed. An overabundance of newbies slinking through the building. I hated when Edge did that because it took time to train them to do as they were supposed to. And to think, I had pretty much punished nearly all of them at this point. Who would do that now that I had my own—
Nope. Not going there. The fuck toys did not belong to me. They were temporary and I had to remember that. It was getting harder to do the more time I spent with them. However, I couldn’t let myself get carried away.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to it,” Jane said as one of the male submissives caught her attention.
I chuckled. “Have fun.”
“Oh, I fully intend to.”
Those five-inch heels of hers carried her away from me as she stalked the submissive heading for the dungeon. Without the lights on, it was a wonder she could tell one from another. I certainly couldn’t.
Then again, there were only two I cared about and I knew exactly where they were.
“I figured for sure you would skip tonight when Ramsey said a dress code was required,” Ransom said as he approached.
“And why would I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Because you’ve done it before.”
True. I had.
“Did you hear there’s fresh meat here tonight?” I prompted in an effort to change the subject.
“What? Where?” His head snapped around in all directions as though he would be able to tell.
“No idea, but they’re supposedly here. Jane said Edge approved a new batch of submissives.”
“Finally.”
Well, apparently everyone seemed pleased with this new turn of events.
“Now that I know that, perhaps I’ll see what I can scrounge up.” Ransom’s head turned my way. “Are you planning a scene tonight?”
“Nope. Not tonight.” I figured I could let my fuck toys wander around for the evening. A little free time since they’d done so well lately.
“Hmm.” Ransom’s head cocked to the side, the whites of his eyes glowing in the black light.
“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.
