Zeke motioned for Brax to join him. Not knowing what he needed me for, I remained where I was.
“Are you ready for this, cowboy?”
“Yes, Zeke.” His back was straight, chin slightly tilted. He looked better than he had when we’d gone up for the shower.
“From the moment your knees touch the floor until Monday morning when I remove the items from you, you will not be allowed to speak unless it’s because you are in pain. This is meant to be humiliating. If at any time something doesn’t feel right, I expect you to tell me.”
“I will.”
“Come here, pretty boy. I want you to put the knee pads on him.”
Crossing the space slowly, I took the knee pads Zeke held out. I dropped to my knees before Brax and began fastening them in place.
“You will be naked the entire time. You will wear the plug for two hours at a time during the day with an hour off. You will not sleep with it in. The mask will remain on at all times, but the muzzle will be removed so you can eat.”
Wow. The man had seriously thought this through.
I knew that puppy and pony play were big things for some although I didn’t quite understand the fascination with it. It wasn’t uncommon to see at the clubs, either.
“And I’ve decided you will not sleep in a kennel. While that would be ideal, your height makes it almost impossible,” Zeke told him.
“Where will I sleep?”
“In my bed. After all, that’s where Tank sleeps.”
I wasn’t sure whose inhale was louder, mine or Brax’s. That was an interesting twist. I had to assume I would continue to sleep under the bed in the cage. I wasn’t opposed to it and found it didn’t freak me out the way the apartment had. Then again, I’d given a lot of thought to what had caused me to panic at the apartment. It had taken some time but I finally realized why. Granted, it wasn’t something I wanted to dwell on, so I kept it to myself. Sleeping in the same room with Brax and Zeke, even caged by myself, was doable. However, I would definitely miss having Brax’s body against mine.
“Not only will you not speak, but you will not touch yourself in any way. You will not be asked for any sexual favors for the next two days. You will be a dog, and quite frankly, that’s not appealing to me in any way, shape, or form.”
Well, that was interesting.
“It’ll give my dick time to heal,” Brax said with a soft chuckle.
I was surprised that Zeke laughed, too. “True. Remember what I said. The goal isn’t to have you in unnecessary pain, so if at any time you have a problem, I want to know.”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Give me your hands.”
Brax held up his hands and my eyes widened when I noticed the leather “paws” that Zeke was holding.
Holy shit.
This was about to get really … weird.
*
EDGE
IF SOMEONE WOULD’VE TOLD ME I would one day be willingly waiting for Zeke Lautner’s sister to meet me at a kink club, I would’ve told them to lay off the sauce.
Seriously.
No one in their right mind would entertain the thought of engaging Jamie Lautner in any sort of kinky activity. Not if they wanted to live, anyway.
Except, that was exactly what I was doing.
Didn’t matter that I had an entire club to manage. I had somehow been roped into meeting sweet little Jamie so I could show her the ropes at Dichotomy. Not literally, of course. No way was I going to tie that girl up. I valued my balls far too much to allow that to happen. Zeke would castrate me in a New York minute if he found out.
Yet I couldn’t deny some sense of anticipation. I had known Zeke for some time, and I’d had the privilege of meeting Jamie a time or two. More so in recent years when it seemed Zeke used her as his plus one whenever there was a function that wasn’t club related.
I tried to picture her as my little sister, but I had a hard time. It would’ve made tonight a hell of a lot easier if I could. Only then it would be weird because I couldn’t fathom introducing my sister into this world. In fact, that would be rather creepy.
Not helping, Edge.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That inner voice was being a pain in the ass. Had been ever since Ransom Bishop had come up with this absurd idea and Zeke had gone along with it. I had to believe Zeke was suffering some sort of mental breakdown. The man was so protective of his sister, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were a long list of injuries sustained at that man’s hands. Any man who wanted to so much as take the girl for coffee probably had endured a broken finger or two.
