Page 137 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
That was a good start.
“I’m gonna ask you a question,” I explained. “You’ll answer. Before I ask the question, you’re gonna tell me what it is you’ll want me to do. It can be anything. However, if it’s physical, it will be less than a minute. I’m not here to make you come after your first revelation.”
Brax chuckled.
I doubted he would be doing so in a few minutes.
“All right, cowboy. You get to go first. You pick.”
“A question,” he answered quickly.
“Very well.” I picked up a chain flogger and walked around the space. “At what age did you lose your virginity?”
He grinned, obviously pleased by the easy question. “Nineteen.”
“Late bloomer,” I retorted.
Brax chuckled. “Tell me about it.”
I nodded. “Now your question.”
“What was your favorite subject in high school?”
“Math. It came easy to me,” I admitted, unable to hide the smile. I liked that he was curious about me. “Your turn, pretty boy. What’s your pleasure?”
“Three strikes with the whip,” Case replied, his tone cool.
“All right. Same question. How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Fifteen,” he said easily.
After setting the chain flogger down, I picked up the braided whip that he preferred. This one was my favorite. Red and black leather, long tails, and just enough bite to show him who was boss.
Walking behind him, I struck him once. Not too hard. Like a first date, I wasn’t going to give it up too soon. The next two followed quickly. He sucked in air but didn’t make a sound.
“Your turn, cowboy. Still want a question in return?” He nodded, so I said, “What was the name of your first boyfriend?”
“Timothy. He was the one who took my virginity and I his.”
I was glad to see he was going to elaborate. “How sweet.”
He laughed, but then blurted out his question. “How old were you when you went to your first BDSM club?”
“Twenty-three,” I admitted. “Ransom took me. He and I have been friends since we were teenagers.”
Brax looked as though he hadn’t expected that answer.
“Pretty boy?”
“Three strikes,” he said quickly.
“Same question as the cowboy. What was the name of your first boyfriend?”
“John,” he said, his voice soft.
“The one who died?” Brax asked.
“Yes.”
I gave him the three licks he requested, watching him closely. When I was finished, I walked around in front of him. He didn’t look at me as I passed.
“Okay, cowboy. What’s your pleasure?”
“Your mouth on my cock,” he said.
I smirked his way, allowing my eyes to trail over him slowly. His cock was hard, as though he’d been thinking about it.
“Very well. Did you ask Case out the first time or did he ask you?”
Brax grinned. “He asked me. But that’s only because I was a chickenshit. I met him when I went to work for Trent.”
I set the whip on the table and walked over to him. I eased down onto my knees in front of him. “Count to sixty.”
“Yes, Zeke.”
He drew in a long breath when I wrapped my lips around his cock.
“One one-thousand, two one-thousand…”
I chuckled as I sucked him. Of course he’d make sure he got every second he wanted. I sucked and licked while he continued to count. I wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t going to come for a while.
When I was finished, I got to my feet, then leaned in and kissed him. Pulling back, I stared into his eyes. “Now what do you say?”
“Thank you, Zeke.” His voice was raspy, his lust apparent.
“Okay, pretty boy. Your turn.”
“Three strikes,” he stated.
We went a few more rounds of mundane questions. Such as favorite movie, in which Brax said the first Avengers, Case answered with John Wick, and I gave up Top Gun. Come to find out, Brax and Case had never seen it. Favorite type of music was next. Brax and Case said country. No surprise there. I answered Brax’s return question with hard rock.
I ensured I kept things light, giving Case the necessary strikes that he asked for. By the time he appeared to relax somewhat, I knew it was time to drop the bomb on him.
I was pretty sure he suspected what was coming.
*
Case
(The pretty boy)
I KNEW FROM THE MOMENT Zeke came down those steps that the man was up to something. He wasn’t the type to ask random questions, so he had to have an end game. However, I didn’t mind getting to know him on a deeper level. Perhaps that was the only reason I agreed to this. Especially since I’d known all along what he was getting at.
Brax had questioned me a couple of times this past week, obviously seeing the darkness lurking inside me. For whatever reason, my past had come to the forefront as soon as things smoothed out with Zeke.
That was how it worked for me though. When things were going well, I tended to dwell on the past, fighting my own demons. When there was chaos in my life, I could focus on the here and now. The past month had been easy since the interactions with Zeke had kept me fully focused on the three of us.
