Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Ford hesitated.
“Isn’t that what you want?” Dylan repeated.
“Yes… Boss.”
“If you’re going to call me that in this room, I sure as hell hope that ‘Boss’ starts with a capital B instead of a lowercase one.” In the BDSM world, a Dom’s honorific, like Sir or Master, was always capitalized out of respect. A submissive’s never was.
“It does.”
“Good.” He could be lying but Dylan had no way to prove it. “Seems we’re finally on the same page.”
He headed over to the cabinet that stored the smaller toys next. Inside hung a lot of assorted pleasure and torture devices.
One in particular caught his attention. He grabbed it off the hook and tested the weight. Dylan thought it would be a perfect addition, even though nothing similar had been used on Erin.
But then, Erin didn’t have a set of balls hanging between her legs.
Heading back to the spanking bench, he studied the item and murmured, “I remember buying this. Today seems to be a perfect time to try it out.”
Ford had turned his head to watch Dylan and what he was doing, but once Dylan stood behind the man, he was out of sight unless Ford awkwardly craned his neck.
“Do you know what I’m holding?”
“No, Boss.”
“You’ll figure it out shortly.”
Dylan’s ears picked up on Ford’s muffled groan of dismay. Only it turned into a moan of pleasure when Dylan stroked the velvety soft skin of Ford’s sack, then kneaded his balls gently. When he stopped, Ford blew out a loud breath.
“If I remember correctly, on the product page this was called a ‘humbler.’ I wonder why?” He placed the clamp around the base of Ford’s heavy balls, adjusted the fit and began to tighten the screws, causing Ford to jerk his suspended legs and make the chain clatter.
“You might want to stay as still as possible,” Dylan suggested before hooking the testicle clamp to the same chain attached to the ankle cuffs. “If you don’t, every time you move, you’ll pull on your balls. That means you’re in control. At least with this, anyway.”
It was either going to be torture or give Ford extreme pleasure. Dylan was leaning toward the first one. Especially if Ford had to keep his legs extremely still to prevent the stretch.
“I had no idea you were such a sadist.” Ford quickly added, “Boss.”
“The two words are peanut butter, if you’ve forgotten.”
Ford didn’t have to participate in any of this. He had an easy out, if he wanted to take it.
It was apparent how stubborn the man was when he came back with, “I’m allergic.”
“No, you’re cocky.”
“Unlike you, who’s so damn humble?”
Dylan grabbed the testicle clamp and twisted it slightly. Just enough to cause discomfort. Ford tensed but barely moved, despite hissing out a, “Goddamn it!”
“Boss,” Dylan added.
“Just… Just…”
“Just what?”
“Nothing,” Ford muttered.
“That’s what I thought. Can I continue?”
Even though Dylan stood at the opposite end of the bench, he caught Ford’s nod.
“You know, peanut butter is great covered in chocolate,” Dylan grabbed two small packets of lube and a condom from the room’s basket. When he returned to stand between Ford’s legs, he tore open one lube packet. “When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?”
Ford blew out a loud breath and shook his head. “I don’t know, Boss.”
“I’ll take that to mean years?”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Damn, you’re going to be tight, then.” He took his time spreading Ford’s muscular ass cheeks, drizzling some of the lube over his puckered hole, then spread the rest of the packet on his index and middle finger. “A little stretching couldn’t hurt first.”
Ford said nothing as Dylan stroked his lubed fingers around his tight ring.
“You need to relax. Being this tense isn’t going to help,” he murmured, dipping the tip of one finger in. He pulled it out, then pushed it in farther. He repeated that until his index finger was fully seated. Then he started all over again, this time adding his middle finger.
What sounded like a lion’s chuff came from Ford as soon as Dylan sank both fingers deep inside him. He alternated pumping them in and out and scissoring them, waiting for the man to relax. If he couldn’t handle two fingers, he certainly wouldn’t be able to handle Dylan’s cock. It was bigger than that.
And while Dylan might want to put him in his place, he didn’t want to actually hurt the guy. Pleasurable pain was one thing. An injury was another.
Plus, despite his annoyance with Ford being involved with Erin, over the last few months of working together on the ranch resort, Ford had proved himself time and time again that he was a decent guy. Reliable. Loyal. Hard-working. Knowledgeable.
Not to mention, sexy as hell.
As facilities manager, Ford was one of their most important employees. He helped keep the ranch running smoothly. Because of that, he didn’t want to torture the guy, only remind him who was in charge. At least, here at Double D.