Page 67 of Their Ruthless Sadist

Ten minutes later, the head of the IT department came out to greet me. He was an older man, probably in his early sixties, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and thinning white hair. He was kind, seemingly not at all intimidated by the three of us.

“I’ve secured a conference room,” he informed me. “Are these your partners?”

I glanced over at my fuck toys. “They’re just along for the ride.”

The IT guy smiled. I’d already forgotten his name.

“Well, hopefully we won’t bore them with the details.”

I grinned. “I doubt they’ll be bored at all.”

Once we’d taken a seat in a small conference room, two other men joined us. The IT guy introduced them as his direct reports. They were going to walk me through the details of the security breach they’d experienced a month or so ago. He mentioned how his CEO had referred him to Ben, and I assured him I had the company’s best interests in mind and would handle their issue with complete discretion and professionalism. I knew how to play the game, even if I wished I had direct reports of my own who could handle this shit for me.

I took a seat on one side of the long, narrow table with each of my fuck toys on either side of me. I kept my phone on the table in plain view with the app that controlled those massagers open.

While the cowboy pretended not to give a shit that he had a toy shoved up his ass, I could tell he wasn’t able to ignore it completely. I figured that would be doubly true when I turned it on.

Once the white-haired IT guy started in on his spiel, I turned my attention to the screen on the wall while they alternated speaking parts as they walked us through what had happened. I waited roughly one minute before I turned on the pretty boy’s massager. Sure enough, it wasn’t quiet as it rumbled inside his ass.

In fact, it was loud enough the guy talking paused to look around. When his eyes met mine, I signaled for him to continue. He glanced at the pretty boy, obviously noticing where the sound was coming from before turning his attention back to the screen.

A minute later, I turned on the cowboy’s.

Once more, the IT guy paused, but not for as long as before. Now the sound was rather loud because it was coming from both sides of me. Personally, I didn’t care if they knew exactly what I was doing. Granted, the pretty boy’s ears were red, which meant he didn’t feel the same. That or he was trying to fight the heat that was undoubtedly consuming him.

For a good thirty minutes, the IT guys walked me through their standard protocols and all the ways they’d come up with to combat the security breach. While they talked, I amped up the massagers a little at a time until there was no way for anyone to ignore them.

“Do you mind if I ask what that noise is?” the white-haired IT guy asked.

I grinned. “You really don’t want to know.”

He seemed oddly amused, then smiled. “All right. Now that we’ve told you everything, do you think you’ll be able to assist?”

“Absolutely.”

Before I launched into my business plan to help them along, I made sure to turn the massagers to the highest level.

I wanted to see the cowboy try to pout through that.

Case (the pretty boy)

Prostate massagers were invented by the devil. Or an evil Dom. Either way. Sometimes I couldn’t tell the difference.

That brutal device was shoved up my ass and causing all sorts of crazy tremors to race through me. It wasn’t as comfortable as someone might believe, and I damn sure couldn’t ignore the fact that I had a silicone-covered massager inside my body. Not only was it loud enough that the others in the room could hear, I had to maneuver my position because at certain angles, it was almost painful to sit on.

Not that Zeke seemed to care about my discomfort. He was clearly taking great pleasure in my torment. Throughout the meeting, he had glanced repeatedly over at me and at Brax. Every so often, he would tap the button to increase the speed. I had to focus on breathing and swallowed a handful of moans. There were certainly times when it came close to making me come.

While Zeke went through his spiel, talking about shit I had no idea about, I had tried to peek over at Brax. I’d noticed since yesterday that he was irritable, a condition he experienced from time to time. When I tried to ask what was wrong, he shrugged me off.

Now, my boyfriend was certainly the moody type, so I always made a point to check in with him, see how he was doing, but I’d learned to leave him alone when he wanted to be left alone. Eventually, he would share what was on his mind.

However, I got the sense Zeke wasn’t all that happy about Brax’s grumpy behavior. And thanks to one mood affecting the other, I was somehow caught in the crossfire.

“Well, thank you, gentlemen,” Zeke said graciously as he got to his feet. “I firmly believe we’ll be able to address the situation and ensure it does not happen again.”

I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I waited until Zeke motioned for us to join him.

“I’ll be in contact as soon as I’m back in the office.”