Page 145 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“Bring the items to me,” I commanded.
They swapped concerned glances before turning and walking back toward me.
I held out my hand for the cowboy to hand over the two keys. “Now turn around. Both of you.”
The cowboy’s hand instantly went to his collar. “Zeke, I don’t want—”
“Trust me, Brax,” I whispered.
His eyes widened, but he finally pivoted around, his hand dropping to his side.
I took one key and unlocked the padlock that was connecting the cowboy’s collar. I then did the same with the pretty boy. Once they were unlocked, I took the collars off, held on to the padlocks, and tossed the leather bands to the far side of the space.
“Now turn around and face me,” I ordered.
When they did, I handed each of them their key and their padlock. I could see the concern in their eyes, knew they were likely thinking the worst.
I stepped up to the pretty boy first, then retrieved one of the thick silver chains from my pocket. I held it up for him to see.
“The dog collar was a reflection of my ownership,” I told him. “This collar is a reflection of my ownership as well as my love for you. If you accept my collar, pass over the lock.”
The pretty boy swallowed hard and handed me the lock. I wrapped the chain around his neck and secured it in place with the lock. I then moved to the cowboy and repeated my statement. His response was the same as he handed me the padlock. I situated his new collar and secured it in place.
“Stand side by side,” I instructed.
When they did and I could look at them both at the same time, I then reached for their jaws and held them firmly in my hands, forcing them to look at me.
“By accepting my collar, you understand that you belong to me. As my fuck toys, you will cook for me, clean for me, do any depraved thing I want. Outside the confines of this club, you will have no safe word, no limits. You belong to me. If I choose to make you sleep in a cage, you will. If I want you to jack off ten times a day, you will. If I tell you to bend over so I can shove my dick in your ass, you will. You’re a fuck toy for me to use and abuse. Is that what you want?”
I was sure they remembered this because it was the exact same thing I’d said to them the first night I scened with them here. Almost verbatim.
Almost was the key word.
They answered at the same time. “Yes, Zeke.”
“In return, I will hurt you, humiliate you. It will be my sole desire to break you. Is that what you want from me?”
Again in unison. “Yes, Zeke.”
“You will be bound to me by an iron-clad contract with no expiration date. You will wear my collar day and night, never taking it off for any reason. Is that what you want from me?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“The only time you will be out of my sight is to live your life and do your job. You will come home to me willingly each and every night. And you will always be at my mercy. Day and night. Wherever I want you. Can you handle that?”
“Yes, Zeke.” Their eyes were still locked on mine.
“If you whine, you will be punished. If you disobey, you will be punished. And if you try to top from the bottom, you will be punished. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Ask anyone here, I don’t play games. When I tell you that I want to be your friend, your confidant, and your lover, I mean every word. I will fuck you when it suits me. I will deny your orgasm when it suits me. I will beat you when it suits me. And I will love you for every second of every single day. Always.”
I felt the emotion swell in my chest. While I had prepared for this, repeated it over and over again in my head, it still didn’t get any easier to lay myself out for them. Although I could’ve done this in the privacy of my own home, I had opted to do it here.
In my safe haven.
With the two men I trusted to love me and protect me for the rest of our lives.
Now, there was just one more step.
*
Case
(The pretty boy)
YEAH, I WAS PRETTY SURE my heart was in my throat right about now.
My head was spinning. Every single word Zeke spoke hit me right in the chest. Not only his words but the look in his eyes as he said them. The man was stating the same thing he’d said to us that first night, only he’d modified his speech. While he made it clear we were still his fuck toys—something I was more than thrilled about—he was clarifying that we were more to him than that. He had just admitted his love for us in front of every person who was in this club. And there were a lot of fucking people watching.
