Page 9 of King of Liars

“Why doesn’t it surprise me that there are rules?”

“Don’t worry. Nothing that will put a damper on the fun. The first is, of course, you will do as I say. Whatever that may be. You can ask for permission, but if I don’t grant it, then obviously, you can’t go against that or you will face the repercussions. Understood?”

“I assumed as much.”

“I find assumptions are best left outside the bedroom.”

“Anything else?”

“Safe word isspade. Shouldn’t be any need for it tonight, but in case it arises, I feel it’s helpful to know.”

“Oh, wow. Safe words already? This BDSM shit is—”

“Uh-uh. Don’t get it twisted, Boss. There’s nothing BDSM about what we do here. I have my rules, but they are my own. We may have toys and rough fucks, but we’re more theFight Clubof sex than anything you’ll see within the BDSM community.”

“Sounds rough. And here I was thinking I’d be going easy on you.”

“Easy?” His face scrunched up. “Surely you already know that easy isn’t my thing.” Before I had a chance to make a snarky remark, he went on, “Are you ready?”

I glanced behind me at the guys. I was waiting for some violent gangbang to start up if I saidyes, but I’d come too far to deny myself this, and for some crazy reason, I trusted Sy not to totally be an ass. I didn’t know why. But so far, he seemed to be an ass only to these other guys because it was what they wanted, what they’d signed on for.

Certainly he was aware I hadn’t signed up for that yet.

Yet?No, notyet. I wasn’t into this…these games, whatever they were. Although, Sy had a way of making them sound so fun. So exciting.

Truly, it was the only reason I was standing in front of him.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing that fit body—dips between his abs, his biceps and chest pushing veins forward. I bit my bottom lip, having to stifle my desire to move forward and take him in all his royal state—my King.

No, not my King.

Each time I entertained the fantasy, this fear lingered that somehow I would fall into his trap, like these other assholes had fallen into Sy’s trap.

“Knights,” Sy said.

They began removing their shirts as well, and as I waited, Sy added, “That includes you, Boss.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I said quickly, wanting to be totally clear that I wasn’t one of his knights.

He chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. I was saying you strip with them, Boss.”

I had a sneaking suspicion he’d said it in such a way that it could mean both, that would get me thinking of myself as his subservient drone.

And as much as I fought the idea, there was something alluring about it, nearly as alluring as what had drawn me to Sy from the get-go.

4

Boss

Sy kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, but kept his jeans on as the rest of us took off our pants. The knights removed their underwear too. I considered keeping mine on, but it seemed pointless, given we all knew where this was leading.

“Two, grab the condoms and lube for yourself,” Sy said.

For Two?

“Wait, what?” I asked.

Sy stepped closer, cupped my balls, and whispered against my cheek, “Oh, come on, Boss. You knew it was going to be interesting. Just relax. Trust me. I’ll make it more than worth it.”

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