The men all looked at each other. “Well, we have a plan... but we aren’t sure if it will work. It involves Shasta convincing the rest of the officers to cash in their Hall Passes,” Snyder remarked, sounding so sexy and diplomatic.
“W—Warrant won’t turn on h—him. H—He’s Sabbath’s number two.” Sandman turned to face Snyder. “Af—After you.”
“No, you’re right. He is his number two. I’ve been demoted from that position, which means that turning Warrant is going to be near fucking impossible. I don’t know how we can do it.”
“Maybe I can help?” a dark, seductive voice exclaimed, sending obedient shivers down my spine.
My eyes met Master’s from across the room, and I suddenly felt like I was too tall, and my nipples hardened with need.
I could still feel the sting of his punishments across my flesh, my body flushing with desire.
The wink he gave me made my insides feel like mush.
“Hey, Sandman, how you holding up?”
Sandman slowly lifted his hand and held a fist against his chest. “L—Like a strong sl—sloth ready for b—battle.”
We all chuckled over that joke, knowing damn well the man moved painfully slow right now.
“Good, because we’re going to need you,” Wasp informed him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, suddenly feeling breathless.
“I came to help, and from the looks of it, you guys are going to need me. But the information I have can only be shared with Shasta.”
“What the fuck, man?” Clash whined. “Why the hell don’t the rest of us get to know whatever secret information you’re squirreling away?”
“Because the information I have is sensitive and for her ears only. The rest of you can fuck off.”
Wasp had my curiosity piqued, and I found myself floating across the room, wanting to submit with every tiny step I took.
He gripped my chin, smiling sexily as he whispered into my ear. “Hey, little minx, did ya miss me?”
Snyder came up behind me, a possessive hand landing on my waist before he pulled me back gently.
Wasp’s eyes darkened just a tad, but he didn’t challenge Snyder’s silent claim of me.
“Just tell us what you know, Wasp. She’s not playing your games today.”
There was a slight tic to Wasp’s jaw. “I will only tell Shasta, Snyder. My rules.”
“Well, your rules can go fuck a duck,” Clash growled. “We’re all in this together. Which means, if you want to join the club, you gotta tell us what you know.”
Wasp shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t. Either I just tell Shasta, or I won’t say shit. But trust me, Clash, this is the only fucking way you’re going to turn Warrant.”
Putting a gentle hand on Clash’s chest, I said “It’s okay, Clash. I trust Wasp.”
My eyes connected with the man who deemed himself my Master and instantly went to the floor—his dominance all consuming.
“Fine, tell her whatever it is you gotta tell her, but fuck off with all that submission shit. News flash, Wasp. She doesn’t belong to you. She belongs to us all. We’re her protectors, and when this shit with Sabbath blows up, it’s going to take all of us to bring him and his little groupies down.”
Wasp’s attention barely deviated from my devoted stare, but he briefly met Clash’s pointed gaze, smirking sarcastically.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Clash. She may belong to all of us, but I guarantee she will only submit to me from here on out. Isn’t that right, little minx?”
I nodded, my cheeks warming with a hint of embarrassment.
It was then I saw Snyder’s eyes, and the look of disappointment and betrayal in them. Guilt rose quickly inside of me, so I took a step back, wishing my body wasn’t such a fickle bitch.