CHAPTER 37 #2
I turned my head away because what I had to say would leave me more vulnerable than I could bear. While I trusted them more than I’d trusted anyone in a really long time, I was still scared of their rejection.
“As far as I’m concerned, it worked out the way it was supposed to.” I took a deep breath and blurted out what was on my mind. “If I’d stayed with Matt, I never would’ve fallen in love for real. With the two of you.”
“Fuck,” Case groaned.
I didn’t get a chance to look over before he was on top of me.
His mouth fused to mine, and I felt a warm body move up beside us.
I only broke the kiss so I could look at Brax.
He put his hand on my face and kissed me.
It was far gentler than Case had been, and it made me laugh, that uncertainty that I’d lived with for so long finally shattering.
These two were perfect for me. They were the best of everything in two unique packages.
“Well, personally, I think Matt’s a dick and you deserve much better,” Brax whispered when he pulled back.
Case chuckled. “Yeah. Which is why you’ve got us. We’re so much better than that douchebag.”
I grabbed Case’s arms and pushed him up before tossing him back to his spot in the middle of the bed. I rose and stared down at him. “So we’re even now?”
Case pursed his lips. “Your story pales in comparison to mine, so it might require you to bare your soul a little more in the future.”
I couldn’t help but laugh again. This was the side of Case I’d seen from time to time, and I was grateful it was back. After he’d relived his trauma, I hadn’t been sure he would make it all the way back to us, but I was glad to see that he had.
“So, how’d you know, anyway?” Case asked. “About what happened to me.”
“Jamie’s nosy,” I told him. “She told me something had happened, but not what. I gave in and did a search.”
“And now that you know?”
“It helps me to understand what you need.”
“Will you continue to give it to me?”
“I’ll give you both what you need. In every way,” I admitted. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
“Forever?” Brax asked.
“Forever what?”
“Can we have you forever?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
“We do,” Brax said, his tone so matter-of-fact my heart skipped.
“I have a request,” Case said softly, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. He reached for Brax and tugged his arm until he moved closer.
“What’s that?” My gaze darted back and forth between the two of them.
“You let us give you what you need,” he said simply.
“And what do you think I need?”
“Everything,” Brax stated.
“What he said.” Case smirked again. “But I was thinking we could start with a blow job.”
Yeah, well. Who was I to argue with that?
Brax (the cowboy)
Friday, November 16
This was the first time we’d been back to the club since the Halloween debacle with Matt.
I was happy to say that stupid fucker was no longer a member of the club.
Had he been, I would’ve found a way to get his ass tossed out myself.
Thankfully, he also hadn’t shown up at Zeke’s house again.
For his own sake, I hope he didn’t. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold Case back if he did.
That man had no right to darken Zeke’s doorstep.
He’d given up the best thing that had ever happened to him, and lucky for us, Zeke now belonged to us.
“So, I hear you’ve got a scene planned for tonight,” Ransom told Zeke as we sat in the Dom lounge.
We had arrived at the club right about nine after I’d made them dinner.
From the moment we stepped in the door, Zeke had insisted we remain close.
We hadn’t argued. And now, Case and I were kneeling on the floor at Zeke’s feet while the two Sadists talked with Mistress Jane and Mistress D.
The place was relatively busy tonight. I’d already noticed almost all of the club’s Masters were in attendance, as well as quite a few submissives and a bunch of new faces I hadn’t met yet.
“I do,” Zeke said. “But I’ve kept it a secret, seeing as you like to spoil the surprise for my toys.”
Ransom chuckled. “Who me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“He’s always been that way,” Zeke told the Mistresses. “Even back in high school, he gossiped like a girl.”
“Hey,” Mistress D said firmly. “Just because we’re girls doesn’t mean we gossip.” She glanced at Mistress Jane and laughed. “Okay. I couldn’t even keep a straight face when I said it.”
“I remember when we were in the twelfth grade,” Zeke said. “Ransom had a huge crush on this jock. The guy wasn’t gay, and he wouldn’t give Ransom the time of day. So, to get back at him, Ransom spread a rumor that the guy got crabs from a hooker.”
Ransom laughed. “Chlamydia. I said he got chlamydia. Get your story straight, Lautner.”
“Whatever. The girls ate that shit up, and the guy spent the rest of that year getting the stink eye from every chick in the school. But Ransom ensured that the rumor festered throughout the year. Every so often, he would bring it up again, and the school would erupt with chaos all over again.”
“Teach him to rebuff me,” Ransom said in a haughty tone.
As I sat there listening to the stories, I tried to pretend I wasn’t as stunned as everyone else that Zeke was opening up so much.
Mistress Jane couldn’t hide her surprise nearly as well as the rest of us, though.
She’d been watching Zeke intensely for the past hour, as though she was trying to figure him out.
I could’ve told her that wasn’t possible.
Every day was a new day with Zeke, and I fucking loved that about him.
“So, what’s the plan really?” Ransom asked Zeke. “Maybe a flogging? You did the cane not too long ago.”
“You’ll find out when they do,” Zeke said as he inched toward the edge of his seat. “Come on, fuck toys. We might as well get everything ready.”
“You need us for aftercare?” Mistress Jane asked as Zeke got to his feet.
“No, ma’am,” he said firmly. “These two are mine. From here on out, no one takes care of them except me.”
If someone had asked me to speak right then, I would’ve been at a loss for words.
The only thing I could do was look up at Zeke.
He could probably see my heart right there in my eyes because, aside from hearing him say he was in love with us, that was the single greatest thing he’d ever said as far as I was concerned.
I peered over at Case, who was smiling ear to ear.
“Wipe the smile off, pretty boy,” Zeke scolded. “You’ve gotta make it through what I have in store for you first.”
“Yes, Zeke,” he said, although there was definite humor in his words.
Zeke led the way down to the dungeon, and we followed him.
Several people stopped to say hello—both Doms and submissives—and he greeted them in kind but never slowed his pace.
I wasn’t sure if he was excited about what he had in store for us or if he was merely trying to get away from all the wide-eyed submissives who were hoping for a chance to scene with him.
Little did they know, but Zeke would never be available to them again. We belonged to him, yes. But he also belonged to us, and there was no way in hell I was going to let another sub get near him. I was a very possessive man.
By the time we arrived at the far end of the dungeon, I’d completely forgotten the fact that we were about to scene with Zeke. I’d learned to expect the unexpected when it came to him, but that still didn’t prepare me for what I saw in the area he’d obviously commandeered as his for this evening.
“Holy shit,” Case muttered, his eyes glued to the items in front of us.
Zeke chuckled. “I’d hoped you’d say that.” He motioned us forward. “Come on, fuck toys. This is going to be fun.”
Yeah. His version of fun and mine were obviously very different.
“Go stand over there,” Zeke ordered, pointing to a spot in front of the row of items, before he walked over and set his bag on the table on the outer edge of the sectioned-off area.
Doing my best not to think about what he was going to do to us, I walked over.
I was partially grateful that he hadn’t asked us to strip.
As it was, we were only allowed to wear jeans and our collars tonight, so we were semi-naked at this point.
Not that I was going to get too attached to my pants.
From what I could tell, they wouldn’t be on for long.
“I thought I’d do something different tonight,” Zeke said when he stepped up behind us.
His hand tucked into my collar at the back of my neck, and he tugged gently, pulling me back against him.
“I’m going to let you choose how you want to be tortured.”
“Choose?” I glanced from one thing to the next. “From those things?”
Surely he wasn’t serious.
Zeke chuckled. “Well, technically, you get to pick from those three things,” he said as he motioned toward the right. “And the pretty boy gets to pick from those three.”
Oh, shit.
As I stood there in front of the gathering crowd, I stared at the things Zeke said I could pick from.
Technically, there really were three things.
However, each one sat on top of something else that was hidden beneath big black blankets.
I suspected the good stuff was hidden beneath.
And by good, I mean the real torture devices.
“You can move closer,” Zeke urged. “Just don’t move the blanket. We’ll do that once you decide.”
With his hand on my back, I took a couple of steps closer and surveyed the items I had to pick from. The ones I could see, that was.
On the first blanket, there was the parachute ball stretcher that Zeke had used on me the first time I scened with him here in the club.
The second had the silicone paddle he’d used on me in his basement the first time I went down there.
And the third one had the dog mask that I’d worn for my punishment.
My first instinct was to pick the paddle, except I could tell that underneath the blanket was the largest item of the three that were hidden. I had no idea what they could possibly be. I didn’t have the faintest idea what Zeke had in mind here. Knowing him, it would be devious.
Glancing over at Case’s choices, I saw the crown of thorns cock ring Zeke had used on him in the basement that first time, the U-shaped ball stretcher on the next one, and the last held the rattan cane Zeke had used on him here in the club.
I figured Case was going to pick the cane above everything else, regardless of what might be underneath it.
“Have you made your choices, fuck toys?” Zeke asked, his voice low as he stepped in behind us.
“Maybe another minute?” I suggested.
“Sure, cowboy,” Zeke said with a chuckle. “Take your time.”
Now, why did that sound more threatening than any of those items laid out before me?