My phone buzzed in my pocket but I ignored it. I had somewhere I needed to be before I headed to the club and that was likely my reminder.
I took a step closer. Close enough the pretty boy was forced to look up to maintain eye contact. With a firm hand, I gripped his jaws and squeezed. Hard enough to keep his attention.
“Do you wish to please me?”
“Yes, Zeke,” he forced out.
“Then I expect you to do exactly as I say.”
He tried to nod, but I held his face firmly.
“When I leave, I want you and the cowboy to strip. Completely naked. For the rest of the time you’re here in this apartment this afternoon, you will be naked. Under no circumstance are you allowed to touch the cowboy’s cock and he is not to touch yours. The only time you’re permitted to touch your own is when you shower. And only to wash. Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“I want you to shower together. I want you to wash each other. Again, you are not permitted to touch his cock and vice versa. Do not breach his ass and do not allow him to breach yours, because tonight, your dicks and your asses belong to me and only me. I am the only one allowed to touch you intimately. Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“I want you both to dress right before you leave the apartment. Jeans and T-shirts only. You are to be at Dichotomy at exactly nine o’clock. At the club you will not be permitted to wear shirts, shoes, or socks. No underwear either. Understand?”
The pretty boy’s voice cracked slightly when he said, “Yes, Zeke.”
It was a start.
“You might as well bring all your shit, because once you leave the apartment tonight, I do not anticipate you’ll be coming back.”
He tried to speak, but I squeezed his jaw tighter, cutting him off.
“Once you arrive at the club, you have fifteen minutes to dress as I’ve stated and to meet me in the dungeon. If you’re even one minute late, everything’s off. Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“When you find me, you will kneel appropriately in the nearest corner, facing me, and you will not move until I tell you to. Under absolutely no circumstance do either of you have my permission to move. Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
I narrowed my eyes, holding his gaze. “Tonight, you will learn what it is I want, what I expect from you, and what you’ll receive in return. Should you be inclined to accept my proposition, you will be going home with me. Both of you. This isn’t an either/or offer. It’s both of you or neither.” I squeezed again to reiterate my next statement. “This is only temporary. I don’t do permanent, and I don’t do long term. You better consider that before you make a decision, because that’s my one main rule. I’m not in it for a relationship, I’m not looking for love, and I damn sure don’t intend to give either of you a commitment. Understand?”
He didn’t sound quite so confident when he said, “Yes, Zeke.”
Releasing his face, I took a step back and whistled. A second later, Tank was at my side. I glanced at the cowboy, ensuring we made eye contact. While I’d directed everything to the pretty boy, that had been a distraction, something to keep his mind off where he was and the panic that threatened.
“Do not be late. If you are … well, it was nice knowing you.”
With that, I turned and walked out of the apartment without a backward glance.
*
After leaving the apartment, I headed out for the errand I needed to run before I headed over to Dichotomy. I knew the club wasn’t open yet, but since this wasn’t a social call, that wasn’t necessarily important. Certainly not to me.
Stepping up to the oversized metal warehouse building, I pounded my fist on the door and waited. Someone was here. The cars in the parking lot were proof of that.
“We’re not open for another hour!” a disgruntled male voice yelled from inside.
“Open the goddamn door,” I grumbled, pounding on it again.
The clank of a latch being unhooked sounded before it squeaked open an inch.
“What do you want?”
“A word with the owner,” I told the sleazy fucker who stuck his head out. I pressed one big hand on the door and pushed, effectively gaining entrance.
“What the fuck, man? You can’t just barge in here.”
“Too late for that,” I told him, slamming the door. “Where’s the owner?”
The grungy guy studied me for a moment, as though weighing what answer he felt appropriate. “Razor’s a busy guy, man. He doesn’t allow walk-ins to meet with him. Plus, I’m not even sure he’s here.”
I peered down at the man, cocking one eyebrow so he could see my skepticism. “He’s here. Now where is he?”
He slid a hand through his greasy hair, forcing it back. I hoped like hell the fool showered before he played because he looked as though he’d been rolling around in a vat of grease all morning.
