Page 144 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
His hand tucked into my collar at the back of my neck and he tugged gently, pulling me back against him.
“I’m going to let you choose how you want to be tortured.”
“Choose?” I glanced from one thing to the next. “From those things?”
Surely he wasn’t serious.
Zeke chuckled. “Well, technically, you get to pick from those three things,” he said as he motioned toward the right. “And the pretty boy gets to pick from those three.”
Oh, shit.
As I stood there in front of the gathering crowd, I stared at the things Zeke said I could pick from. Technically, there really were three things. However, each one sat on top of something else that was hidden beneath big black blankets. I suspected the good stuff was hidden beneath. And by good, I mean the real torture devices.
“You can move closer,” Zeke urged. “Just don’t move the blanket. We’ll do that once you decide.”
With his hand on my back, I took a couple of steps closer and surveyed the items I had to pick from. The ones I could see, that was.
On the first blanket, there was the parachute ball stretcher that Zeke had used on me the first time I scened with him here in the club. The second had the silicone paddle he’d used on me in his basement the first time I went down there. And the third one had the dog mask that I’d worn for my punishment.
My first instinct was to pick the paddle, except I could tell that underneath the blanket was the largest item of the three that were hidden. I had no idea what they could possibly be. I didn’t have the faintest idea what Zeke had in mind here. Knowing him, it would be devious.
Glancing over at Case’s choices, I saw the crown of thorns cock ring Zeke had used on him in the basement that first time, the U-shaped ball stretcher on the next one, and the last held the rattan cane Zeke had used on him here in the club. I figured Case was going to pick the cane above everything else, regardless of what might be underneath it.
“Have you made your choices, fuck toys?” Zeke asked, his voice low as he stepped in behind us.
“Maybe another minute?” I suggested.
“Sure, cowboy,” Zeke said with a chuckle. “Take your time.”
Now, why did that sound more threatening than any of those items laid out before me?
THIRTY-EIGHT
ZEKE
I DID LIKE A GOOD mind fuck. Proven by the way I’d set up tonight’s scene. My fuck toys seemed quite baffled about making a selection for themselves, and in a minute, I was going to take that option away.
Granted, they didn’t know that yet.
I kept my eye on the cowboy because I knew he was trying to figure out what was beneath the blankets. Little did he know, but two of them didn’t have anything beneath them but a large empty box. Like I’d said. Mind fuck.
I had purposely picked items they could associate with. The ones I’d used on them specifically.
“All right,” I finally said after another couple of minutes. “Let’s change it up a bit.”
I grabbed the cowboy’s shoulders and shifted him over so that he stood behind the pretty boy. I then did the same with the pretty boy until they’d traded places.
“To make it easier, I want you to pick out the one you’d like to be used on the other. You have one minute to decide.”
The cowboy huffed as though this was the hardest thing in the world to do. It was easy. I already knew which ones they would pick. It was the exact same one they would’ve picked had they selected for themselves.
And yes, perhaps my ego was driving this little excursion. I knew what my toys liked, and I knew what they would select. In the same regard, they knew each other well. It was why things were working so well for us. We had come into our own over the past month and a half since we met. There was no other way to explain it.
“Five seconds left,” I warned.
“Number two,” the pretty boy blurted.
I glanced over at the silicone paddle. “Nice choice. I think it’s perfect.”
“Number three,” the cowboy stated.
“That was an easy one,” I told him. The cane would’ve definitely been the pretty boy’s first choice. “Now go remove the blanket from beneath the item that was chosen for you.”
They switched places again and walked over to their selected item.
I watched them both, waiting to see their reaction when they lifted up the blankets to reveal the hidden item beneath.
The cowboy dropped down on one knee and slowly lifted the box he’d uncovered as though a snake might jump out and bite him. He frowned when he picked up the two silver keys that were lying underneath. I turned my attention to the pretty boy as he was lifting up a single silver chain.
