Page 143 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“I do,” Zeke said. “But I’ve kept it a secret seeing as you like to spoil the surprise for my toys.”
Ransom chuckled. “Who me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“He’s always been that way,” Zeke told the Mistresses. “Even back in high school, he gossiped like a girl.”
“Hey,” Mistress D said firmly. “Just because we’re girls doesn’t mean we gossip.” She glanced at Mistress Jane and laughed. “Okay. I couldn’t even keep a straight face when I said it.”
“I remember when we were in the twelfth grade,” Zeke said. “Ransom had a huge crush on this jock. The guy wasn’t gay and he wouldn’t give Ransom the time of day. So, to get back at him, Ransom spread a rumor that the guy got crabs from a hooker.”
Ransom laughed. “Chlamydia. I said he got chlamydia. Get your story straight, Lautner.”
“Whatever. The girls ate that shit up and the guy spent the rest of that year getting the stink eye from every chick in the school. But Ransom ensured that rumor festered throughout the year. Every so often, he would bring it up again and the school would erupt with chaos all over again.”
“Teach him to rebuff me,” Ransom said in a haughty tone.
As I sat there listening to the stories, I tried to pretend I wasn’t as stunned as everyone else that Zeke was opening up so much. Mistress Jane couldn’t hide her surprise nearly as well as the rest of us though. She’d been watching Zeke intensely for the past hour, as though she was trying to figure him out. I could’ve told her that wasn’t possible. Every day was a new day with Zeke and I fucking loved that about him.
“So, what’s the plan really?” Ransom asked Zeke. “Maybe a flogging? You did the cane not too long ago.”
“You’ll find out when they do,” Zeke said as he inched toward the edge of his seat. “Come on, fuck toys. We might as well get everything ready.”
“You need us for aftercare?” Mistress Jane asked as Zeke got to his feet.
“No, ma’am,” he said firmly. “These two are mine. From here on out, no one takes care of them except me.”
If someone had asked me to speak right then, I would’ve been at a loss for words. The only thing I could do was look up at Zeke. He could probably see my heart right there in my eyes because aside from hearing him say he was in love with us, that was the single greatest thing he’d ever said as far as I was concerned.
I peered over at Case, who was smiling ear to ear.
“Wipe the smile off, pretty boy,” Zeke scolded. “You’ve gotta make it through what I have in store for you first.”
“Yes, Zeke,” he said, although there was definite humor in his words.
Zeke led the way down to the dungeon and we followed him. Several people stopped to say hello—both Doms and submissives—and he greeted them in kind but never slowed his pace. I wasn’t sure if he was excited about what he had in store for us or if he was merely trying to get away from all the wide-eyed submissives who were hoping for a chance to scene with him.
Little did they know, but Zeke would never be available to them again. We belonged to him, yes. But he also belonged to us and there was no way in hell I was going to let another sub get near him. I was a very possessive man.
By the time we arrived at the far end of the dungeon, I’d completely forgotten the fact that we were about to scene with Zeke. I’d learned to expect the unexpected when it came to him, but that still didn’t prepare me for what I saw in the area he’d obviously commandeered as his for this evening.
“Holy shit,” Case muttered, his eyes glued to the items in front of us.
Zeke chuckled. “I’d hoped you’d say that.” He motioned us forward. “Come on, fuck toys. This is going to be fun.”
Yeah. His version of fun and mine were obviously very different.
“Go stand over there,” Zeke ordered, pointing to a spot in front of the row of items before he walked over and set his bag on the table on the outer edge of the sectioned-off area.
Doing my best not to think about what he was going to do to us, I walked over. I was partially grateful that he hadn’t asked us to strip. As it was, we were only allowed to wear jeans and our collars tonight, so we were semi-naked at this point. Not that I was going to get too attached to my pants. From what I could tell, they wouldn’t be on for long.
“I thought I’d do something different tonight,” Zeke said when he stepped up behind us.
