Two sets of green eyes—one light, one dark—leveled on my face.
“You’re wondering what I want to do to you, whether or not I’ll give in to those impulses, the urge to beat you down until you’re shattered and broken.”
Neither man moved.
“I can see it in your eyes. You would do anything I told you to do. No matter how perverted or depraved it may seem. In fact, you’re eager for me to hurt and humiliate you the way I did before, only this time, you’re thinking no holds barred. You want me to unleash on you, to show you a world of agony you’ve never experienced, to help you come to terms with why you are the way you are.”
I watched them for a moment, enjoying the fear I could see. The way their chests expanded rapidly, their throats working as they swallowed the fear back. I fed off that trepidation. It made me invincible. Especially when dealing with two large males who likely didn’t submit to anyone other than the Dominant who could give them what they craved.
“Trust me,” I told them. “I’ve considered it.”
That was hope glittering in their eyes, and I had the need to quash it before it grew wings and took flight. It was true, these two were quite possibly stronger than any masochist I’d dealt with before, but I knew they could never handle me. They were all looking for the same thing. A sadistic bastard who would beat on them, then cuddle them close and shower them with praise. I wasn’t that man.
I would never be that man.
I locked eyes with the pretty boy. “I’ve played with you. I know what you need. Pain, hot and fresh, searing your flesh until your fucking cock’s so goddamn hard you’re blinded with the need to come. But you don’t know what true pain is. It’s not only physical, pretty boy. The mental aspect will wear you down. The wrath I would inflict on you would have you cowering in a corner, begging for mercy. I’d give you two days tops.”
“You’re wrong,” he said, his tone firm, far too self-assured for his own good.
“Am I?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“And how can you be so sure?”
He didn’t so much as flinch before he answered. “Because no one has come close to scratching the itch. You got me off. Sure. And I suffered greatly in a way I’d only dreamed about. But it wasn’t nearly enough.”
I was surprised by his admission and not at all disappointed.
“And you, cowboy? What in the ever-loving fuck would you want from me?”
He swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Whatever you’re willing to give me, Zeke.”
“No matter how filthy? How disgusting? Because, little boy, my mind knows no bounds. My fantasies scare the devil himself.”
The cowboy’s chin tilted up slightly. “I would give you everything that I am, Zeke.”
I glanced over at the pretty boy. “Do you like hearing that? Knowing your boyfriend’s willing to bend over and let me fuck him rough and hard while you watch? Does it turn you on?”
“It does. Yes.” The hard ridge behind his zipper said he wasn’t lying.
I leaned back and regarded them. That had been a test. One I was surprised they passed. Most submissives started to cower, then beg. Only once had I found a submissive who had the balls to stand up to me. But he and I didn’t see eye to eye. Apparently, I wasn’t the man he needed.
I picked up the keys and tossed them to the pretty boy.
“Get settled in. We’ll meet at three to walk through the restaurant with the contractor. Tonight, you’ll meet me at Dichotomy so we can discuss this some more. At that point, if I think you’re worth my time, I’ll let you know.”
I motioned toward the door.
“You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you, Zeke,” they both said at the same time before getting to their feet and heading for the door.
I stared at the space they’d vacated for a long time afterward, wondering just how far they would let me go before they decided I wasn’t worth even the most wicked orgasm.
That time would come.
It always did.
*
Case
(The pretty boy)
ONCE WE GOT THE KEYS, Brax and I went back down to the car to grab the things we’d brought with us. Nothing more than a couple of bags with necessities, two suitcases full of clothes, and pillows. We still needed to buy a blow-up mattress so we weren’t obligated to sleep on the floor until our things arrived next Thursday.
During the entire round trip to the garage and then back up to the apartment, neither of us said anything.
Not a single word.
Although, the silence spoke volumes.
My head was spinning from the unexpected conversation with Zeke. The fear he’d instilled in me was liquid fire in my veins, fueling a desire I’d done my best to repress for so long now. I wanted what that man could offer me and I was willing to do damn near anything to get it.
