Page 139 of Their Ruthless Sadist

Once I changed, I made my way down to the basement. Brax and Case were sitting on one of the benches, talking softly. When I appeared, they went silent.

“Get naked. And do it quickly.” I kept my tone firm, letting them know I wasn’t playing.

They both jumped up, watching me even as they started to undress.

While they got naked, I moved one of the St. Andrew’s crosses away from the wall. They were new additions as of this week. Solid steel and strong enough to hold the weight of either one of them. And I’d purchased two, so neither of them would feel left out. They were on opposite walls and across the room from each other, so when I felt like it, I could chain them up and they could watch each other. However, tonight, that wasn’t my plan. And because I intended to have Case facing the wall, I needed to be able to walk around the one I tied him to.

“Over here, pretty boy.” I motioned to the one that I’d moved. “You over there, cowboy.”

While I did refer to them by name, I still enjoyed watching the way their eyes glazed over when I spoke to them as though they were merely my fuck toys. It was keeping things interesting, which was key.

Case ambled over, his eyes lacking the confidence he’d had at the table a little while ago. He probably had an idea of what was coming. Since this was a secret he’d been keeping, surely that was a question in his mind. He was likely wondering if I had figured it out and whether or not I wanted the details.

Yes and yes. In fact, I wanted to know everything about both of them, and oddly enough, I was looking forward to sharing more of myself with them.

I spent the next few minutes getting them situated. I restrained Case first, putting him facing the wall, his back to the room. If he was going to request that I beat on him—which he had already admitted he would—then I would need his back to me. I restrained Brax on the other side of the room, with him facing us so he could watch what was going on.

With their arms up and their legs spread, they formed the perfect Xs. Their rapid breaths sounded around me and I relished the concern, the anticipation. Neither knew what I would do, but they were willingly submitting.

That was a good start.

“I’m gonna ask you a question,” I explained. “You’ll answer. Before I ask the question, you’re gonna tell me what it is you’ll want me to do. It can be anything. However, if it’s physical, it will be less than a minute. I’m not here to make you come after your first revelation.”

Brax chuckled.

I doubted he would be doing so in a few minutes.

“All right, cowboy. You get to go first. You pick.”

“A question,” he answered quickly.

“Very well.” I picked up a chain flogger and walked around the space. “At what age did you lose your virginity?”

He grinned, obviously pleased by the easy question. “Nineteen.”

“Late bloomer,” I retorted.

Brax chuckled. “Tell me about it.”

I nodded. “Now your question.”

“What was your favorite subject in high school?”

“Math. It came easy to me,” I admitted, unable to hide the smile. I liked that he was curious about me. “Your turn, pretty boy. What’s your pleasure?”

“Three strikes with the whip,” Case replied, his tone cool.

“All right. Same question. How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Fifteen,” he said easily.

After setting the chain flogger down, I picked up the braided whip that he preferred. This one was my favorite. Red and black leather, long tails, and just enough bite to show him who was boss.

Walking behind him, I struck him once. Not too hard. Like a first date, I wasn’t going to give it up too soon. The next two followed quickly. He sucked in air but didn’t make a sound.

“Your turn, cowboy. Still want a question in return?” He nodded, so I said, “What was the name of your first boyfriend?”

“Timothy. He was the one who took my virginity, and I his.”