For a good thirty minutes, the IT guys walked me through their standard protocols and all the ways they’d come up with to combat the security breach. While they talked, I amped up the massagers a little at a time until there was no way for anyone to ignore it.
“Do you mind if I ask what that noise is?” the white-haired IT guy asked.
I grinned. “You really don’t want to know.”
He seemed oddly amused, then smiled. “All right. Now that we’ve told you everything, do you think you’ll be able to assist?”
“Absolutely.”
Before I launched into my business plan to help them along, I made sure to turn the massagers to the highest level.
I wanted to see the cowboy try to pout through that.
*
Case
(The pretty boy)
PROSTATE MASSAGERS WERE INVENTED BY the devil. Or an evil Dom. Either way. Sometimes I couldn’t tell the difference.
That brutal device was shoved up my ass and causing all sorts of crazy tremors to race through me. It wasn’t as comfortable as someone might believe and I damn sure couldn’t ignore the fact that I had a silicone-covered massager inside my body. Not only was it loud enough the others in the room could hear, I had to maneuver my position because at certain angles, it was almost painful to sit on.
Not that Zeke seemed to care about my discomfort. He was clearly taking great pleasure in my torment. Throughout the meeting, he had glanced repeatedly over at me and at Brax. Every so often, he would tap the button to increase the speed. I had to focus on breathing and swallowed a handful of moans. There were certainly times when it came close to making me come.
While Zeke went through his spiel, talking about shit I had no idea about, I had tried to peek over at Brax. I’d noticed since yesterday that he was irritable, a condition he experienced from time to time. When I had tried to ask what was wrong, he shrugged me off.
Now, my boyfriend was certainly the moody type, so I always made a point to check in with him, see how he was doing, but I’d learned to leave him alone when he wanted to be left alone. Eventually he would share what was on his mind.
However, I got the sense Zeke wasn’t all that happy about Brax’s grumpy behavior. And thanks to one mood affecting the other, I was somehow caught in the crossfire.
“Well, thank you, gentlemen,” Zeke said graciously as he got to his feet. “I firmly believe we’ll be able to address the situation and ensure it does not happen again.”
I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I waited until Zeke motioned for us to join him.
“I’ll be in contact as soon as I’m back in the office.”
“We’re looking forward to it, and thank you so much for your time.”
The man who had introduced himself as Terry held out a hand and I reluctantly shook it, wondering if he could feel the vibrations that were still coursing through me.
A few minutes later, we were walking back to Zeke’s truck and the massager in my ass had slowed significantly, although it was still on.
Because I had ridden shotgun on the drive here, I figured it was only fair to allow Brax the chance to sit up front. When he waved me off, I paused only for Zeke to insist that Brax ride shotgun. While the big man walked around to the driver’s side, I tried to get Brax to talk to me, but he refused. Rather than push him, I got in the back seat and waited for them to join me.
By the time we were heading back to Chicago, the silence in the truck was deafening. Unlike the trip here, Zeke had even turned off the radio, making it doubly uncomfortable. There was no way to ignore the fact that Brax was in a pissy mood. While I was used to it, I could tell Zeke wasn’t. And the longer the silence ensued, the worse it was getting.
As he drove, Zeke picked up his phone and passed it back to me. “I want both massagers on high.”
Great. Now I was in charge of my own torment. That was a first for me.
“Yes, Zeke.”
He continued driving while I messed with the app, turning both massagers up as high as they would go. Other than a slight grunt, Brax showed no signs of acknowledgement.
“All right, cowboy. Two choices.” Zeke glanced over at him. “You can either tell me what your problem is or you can pull out your dick and stroke it until I tell you to stop.”
Because I was sitting behind Brax, I couldn’t see his face. I wished I’d opted to sit behind Zeke.
“Nothing to talk about,” Brax grumbled and his lie was obvious.
