Page 28 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Yes, Zeke.” Those bright green eyes glittered, but his breaths were still choppy, labored.

“What are you feeling right now?”

“Like it’s hard to breathe.”

“Pull back on his arms a little more. Take a deep breath, pretty boy. Your airway’s open. You’re not suffocating.”

He gave a jerky nod.

“The only thing you’re allowed to think about is me. Think about what I could do to you right now in this vulnerable state. How I could pinch your nipples until you squirmed, until you begged me to release you.”

This time, when he inhaled, it was labored, but the panic was starting to ease. He was imagining me touching him, hurting him.

“You like the idea. What if I bit your nipple? Does the idea of that make your dick hard, pretty boy?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

I allowed my gaze to lower. Slowly, so he could see my appreciation.

“You ever wear a cage on your cock?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

“By choice or a demand from a Dom?”

“Choice.”

“How many Sadists have you played with?”

“A few. Over the years. But never consistent.”

That was the problem. He was seeking something but attempting to find it with varied partners. I figured he had never been completely satisfied. In all fairness, a Dom needed more than one session to get to know a submissive. They had to take the time to learn what fueled them, what turned them on, what brought them pleasure. While I didn’t practice what I preached, I did observe the club submissives. I paid attention to them during other scenes so I could get a feel for what it was they wanted. That way, in the event I did play with them, I had a better understanding.

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 circumstances 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.