Page 97 of Stable Hand

I hung Callum’s harness on the peg and shrugged. “Ask him.”

“What?”

“Ask him if he wants more. It’s the only way you’ll know,” I said, shrugging. I removed Callum’s cock cage and regarded the man’s swelling penis speculatively. “You want a little…?” I made the motions indicating a hand job.

Callum shifted his feet. “Nah. Maybe I’ll save it for later,” he said, glancing at Trey.

I smiled. “Good thinking.”

*

I met Noah outside and we walked together to the main house. The weather was cooler today, and a soft breeze ruffled the hair on my neck, drying the sweat from my exertion. “I have no idea what to expect,” I said. “But that’s nothing new.”

“I don’t really know either. I haven’t had a lot of contact with Kamal. He scares me.”

“Which is probably why you were assigned to Lorraine.”

“Probably. I’m kind of sensitive, and I guess everyone knows.”

“Yeah, well, there’s nothing wrong with being delicate,” I said softly. “A person can be strong and delicate at the same time, you know.”

I felt a touch on my hand and looked down as Noah entwined our fingers.

*

We found Adam in his office. He flashed us a warm smile as he typed quickly on his laptop.

“They’re in the upstairs board room. Go on up. Fourth door on the left.”

I felt my stomach clench with nerves as we made our way up the staircase and down the hall. Noah seemed equally apprehensive. He had released me and now rubbed his hands together in an agitated way.

What we would find inside the room was a mystery except for the fact we’d be in the presence of the two most dominant men we knew. Maybe that was why I felt like turning around and dragging Noah to safety. But I was being ridiculous. This was Luke’s punishment, not ours.

I forced myself to knock.

“Yes?” Kamal’s voice, sounding bored and tired.

“It’s Jensen. And Noah.”

“Please come in.”

When I pushed open the door and entered the room with Noah close behind me, my eyes found Kamal first. He sat in a chair at the head of the board room table in front of us with an electronic tablet in his hand. He turned and flashed me a broad smile that hit me right in the balls. He was a fucking attractive guy, Kamal, even if he did scare the crap out of me.

“I’m catching up on the news and doing some required reading for an online course I’m taking,” he said. “And keeping an eye on your friend.”

I swallowed thickly as my eyes took in the other person in the room.

“Oh. Shit,” Noah whispered. I could almost smell his fear.

All the chairs except for Kamal’s had been moved away from the boardroom table and stacked in a corner. Luke lay spread out face up on the polished brown wood, wrists and ankles fastened to the table legs with long straps immobilizing him. He had a black ball gag in his mouth and a red blindfold on. Saliva covered his chin and streaked his cheeks. The cage was still on his cock which swelled and leaked against the cold metal. A brown, braided riding crop lay on the table by his bound ankle. The instrument appeared old and well-used like crops I’d seen hanging in horse barns. I swallowed thickly at this juxtaposition of something so familiar to me and something so new.

“I had to gag him. He wouldn’t shut up. I think he was trying to push my buttons so I’d unbuckle him and at least paddle him or something.”

Luke gave an agonized moan and my cock swelled at the sound. Seeing Luke so helpless and in obvious erotic distress caused a definite reaction in me.

“How is he supposed to safeword?” I asked.

“He can snap his fingers,” Kamal said, sounding bored again. “He’s already used the signal once because he needed to piss. Boy, was that a production.”