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“Is that a hard limit?” he asked politely.
Son of a bitch! “No, Sir.”
“Good, then you’ll be boy until you earn a more deserving nickname. What does your Domme call you now? Sweetheart? Darling? Angel? Puppy?”
He was mocking me. I should have let the boy thing go. I was giving him ammunition to use against me. “She calls me Baker, Sir. I apologize. I overstepped.”
“Again.”
I stopped the growl that begged to be released. “Again, Sir. I’ll do better.”
“Of course you will, boy.” He motioned with his hand and said, “Follow me.”
Just as I’d expected, we walked toward the dreaded metal cabinet. I’d reached that whole ‘put up or shut up’ moment. He made a big production of opening the cabinet doors and then stepped aside, giving me full view of his garage of goodies.
Mother fuck.
Goddamn the man enjoyed ass play.
I played mind games to try and keep my pulse rate slow and steady. From the smirk on his face, I failed.
“I’ve spoken with Mistress Samantha, boy. She tells me you are an excellent sub, very obedient and loves to have your ass whipped.”
“Yes, Sir.” Finally…something besides my usual ‘No, Sir’.
“When we spoke back in Landon’s office, you alluded to the fact that you wouldn’t have any problems with anal…toys. As a matter of fact, you said it with such a lofty attitude that I was certain Mistress Samantha would more than likely tell me you were pegged on a regular basis.” He scratched his chin and I worked to keep my face impassive.
I knew what he referred to, but I’d never tried it. Never wanted to. Still didn’t.
“Imagine my surprise when she told me you and she had played with small butt plugs…and not very often. Do you think I was surprised to hear that, boy?”
“No, Sir.” I was back to my familiar response.
“You’ve disappointed me, boy, and I feel the need to punish you for it. Do you agree you should be punished?”
I fought back a grin. “Yes, Sir.” Maybe I could start giving myself little notches of victory whenever I said something other than ‘no, Sir’?
“Excellent. I have a special toy that I’ve chosen for that pert…yet, untried ass of yours. Would you like to go with what I’ve selected, or do you want to choose for yourself?”
It was a trick question, no doubt. My eyes flickered to the six shelves of oddly shaped contraptions, noting that the drawers pulled out which meant they were probably overflowing with fun, and then back to Seth. The grin on his face looked just as dangerous as the toys. He probably had a nine-inch, super thick dildo just waiting to shove up my ass. My eyes wandered back to the cabinet. Surely to fuck there was something in there that wasn’t obscenely huge.
I squinted and realized that if there was something small, it was clearly hiding near the back of the shelves.
“Oh…and you can only make your selection from the second shelf,” he added, his grin widening.
Why was he doing this? Couldn’t he just suck it up and work with me just for the assignment? Hell, we’d be doing good things. Saving lives. Instead, he was dead set on tormenting me into dropping out.
“May I pull the shelf out, Sir?” I asked.
He stepped aside. “By all means.”
I pulled the shelf out and almost did a happy dance when I saw the back row of the second shelf held some beginner butt plugs. My hand extended forward, and I hated that it trembled slightly as I reached for the next to the smallest device. It was shaped oddly and made from black silicone. It was definitely a size I could handle.
“This one, Sir.” I handed him the plug.
“Fabulous selection, boy. You’ll enjoy it immensely.” He reached into another section of the cabinet and pulled out some wiring and a remote.
Uh oh.