Page 95 of Their Ruthless Sadist

I didn’t know this one’s name, but that wasn’t unusual. I wasn’t the sort to befriend a lot of people at the club. While I cherished those I had become close with, I didn’t make a point to make more friends, because that wasn’t why I was here. Not the biggest reason, anyway.

I tried to ignore the baby Dom as he stepped closer to the cowboy, who was kneeling at my feet, his mask covering his entire face, his eyes the only thing visible. With him and the pretty boy so close, any Dom would know they belonged to me. However, if that wasn’t enough, the fact they were collared and I was holding the cowboy’s leash should’ve been a telltale sign, which meant they were off-limits.

The baby Dom was pushing his limits.

Plus, I was in the middle of a conversation with someone, so the interruption was rude.

“Does he bite?” the baby Dom laughed, and I shot him a glare.

When he reached to touch the cowboy, I shot to my feet and stared him down. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch my submissive. If you want to keep the hand, you’ll keep it to yourself.”

Wary eyes shot to my face, but the smirk said he thought I was kidding.

“Whatever, man. You’re too uptight. I was just admiring your work. If you didn’t want anyone to pet him, you should’ve left him caged at home.”

I took another step closer, but before I could get there, Trent inched between me and the guy who was about to have his face rearranged.

The baby Dom’s face lit up. “Hey, Trent. How’s it going? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

I growled from behind Trent.

“It’s going well.” Trent motioned for the baby Dom to head out of the lounge. “Come on, let’s go chat at the bar.”

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?”