Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“What?” she demands. I can almost see her hunched over,
gripping the phone in anticipation.
“I have a feeling those are Kage’s favorites.”
Her gasp is low and thrilled. “Oh my god. I knew he was
perfect.”
“Anal? No, thank you. That hole is exit only.”
“Babe, the O is amazing.”
I’m highly dubious. “How do you even know you’re
having an orgasm through all the flesh-tearing pain?”
She scoffs. “You don’t let him just stick it in dry, dummy!
You’ve gotta get that little rosebud all lubed up and ready!”
One of my male colleagues walks past, smiling and
nodding at me. I smile back, crossing my fingers that Sloane’s
loud voice didn’t carry too far. I’ve got enough problems as it
is.
Lowering my voice, I say, “Moving on. Spanking? Like
I’m a misbehaving five-year-old? It seems silly to me.”
“It won’t when you’re facedown on his lap with a stinging
rear end and a soaking wet coochie.”
I start to laugh and can’t stop.
“Laugh it up now, girlfriend, because I can guarantee that
you won’t be laughing when he’s doing bad things to you
while he’s got you tied up to his bed.”
I groan, resting a hand on my forehead. “This is too much
for me. My idea of kink is leaving the lights on during
missionary position.”
“Ugh. I know. It’s tragic.”
“I’ve gotta go. My meeting starts in a few minutes.”
“Happy hour tonight? I’ll be at La Cantina with Stavros
and his buddies at five. You should bring Kage. See how that
bull mastiff gets along with the other dogs.”
I’m about to decline, but it’s actually a good idea.