The baby Dom was smart enough to keep his eye on me as he headed out. I snarled, a silent warning that my submissive pet wasn’t the animal he should fear most.
“Who the fuck do these newbies think they are? And who teaches them it’s okay to touch another Dom’s submissive?” Ransom grumbled from his spot across from me.
I took my seat once more and placed my hand on the cowboy’s head. I had to admit, he had done far better than I thought he would. Not once today had he done anything he shouldn’t have. I knew it had to be difficult to move around on all fours. But that was likely the easy part. The fact I had a plug in his ass and he was forced to eat and drink from bowls on the floor was likely driving him insane. But honestly, I figured the no speaking part was the hardest. Not once had he so much as uttered a word.
He was taking his punishment like a champ.
“It’s disgusting,” Mistress Jane said, crossing one shapely leg over the other. “I’m not sure how they get into this place, either.”
That comment had me looking around, because I knew exactly who was responsible for allowing the baby Doms in. “Where’s Edge at, anyway?”
Ransom’s eyes shot from my face to the far wall. He was hiding something. Something big, but I didn’t know what it was.
I inhaled sharply when I remembered my sister had been here last night.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I growled, leaning forward as I pinned him in place with a stare. “Where the fuck is Edge? If you tell me he’s with my sister, I’m gonna castrate him. His last meal will be his own balls.”
Mistress Jane laughed. “It’s fine, Zeke. Your sister was in good hands last night. I’ll spare you the details, but I was here the entire night, and I assure you, you would’ve approved.”
I seriously doubted that.
I leaned back and took a deep breath. I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved with Jamie and her interaction at the club. I didn’t want to know the details of what transpired. That was why I had stayed away.
“Master Zeke?” one of the submissives on duty said when she came to stand in front of me. “Your scene is set up and ready for you.”
I nodded my head in acknowledgment, then glanced down at my fuck toys. The cowboy was kneeling on my left and the pretty boy sitting on my right. I didn’t usually permit submissives to accompany me into the Doms’ lounge, but tonight I made an exception. I figured they deserved it after last night.
“I’m betting this is gonna be good,” Mistress Jane said, sliding her hands together. “I’m looking forward to this one.”
“Everyone enjoys a good caning,” Ransom noted as he pushed to his feet.
I felt the pretty boy stiffen near my leg. I had yet to fill him in on the details, but it appeared the cat was now out of the bag. Leave it to Ransom, the instigating fucker.
“Oh, sorry.” His smile was wicked and held absolutely no apology. “Did he not know?”
I flipped him off, then pushed to my feet.
“Just for that, I’m gonna leave you in charge of my pet,” I told him as I passed over the cowboy’s leash. “Do not let him out of your sight and do not let anyone touch him.”
“It’ll be my pleasure to look after him.” He took the leash and tugged. “Come on, Rover. Let’s head that way. We may need a few extra minutes.”
I turned to Jane. “Would you mind handling aftercare?”
“Not at all,” she said sweetly, but there was a look in her eyes, something I’d never seen before. As though she was expecting me to be different.
In fact, I’d noticed several of my good friends watching me closely tonight and I wasn’t sure why. Nor did I care for them to enlighten me.
“Come on, pretty boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
WHEN I DIE, I HOPE like hell I don’t come back as a dog.
That thought continued to run through my head because this shit was not for the faint of heart.
And it wasn’t necessarily being naked or sporting leather paws or even the uncomfortable plug in my ass. I’d gotten used to those relatively quickly. Granted, the fact that Zeke insisted on removing the plug and reinserting it later wasn’t my favorite thing in the world, but I understood his reasoning.
Of course, taking a shit outside … yeah, that was a memory I hoped to banish from my mind right quick.
Honestly, the most difficult part was having to eat from a bowl. Drinking water had proven to be damn near impossible because I was expected to lap it up, which meant by the end of the weekend I would definitely be dehydrated. However, it wasn’t necessarily how I was being forced to eat but what I was being forced to eat.
