Page 6 of Tell No One
“Did I make a mistake when I chose you?” asked the guy from the pub.
“No, sir,” Tag said.
“What did you do to piss off Kareem?”
“I sangTake Me To Church.”
Billy snorted and that earned him a glare.
“When you were told to keep quiet?”
“Told not to talk. Didn’t say not to sing.” Tag shrugged.
“Follow the rules all the time. Come with me.”
“What’s your name?” Tag asked as they walked to the house.
“Master.”
Tag gulped and exchanged a look with Billy, but hadn’t Tag half-guessed that BDSM would be part of this? For a thousand pounds it had to be. This was never going to be just sex. He only hoped whatever it turned out to be wasn’t too much to cope with. There were rules within BDSM. The Master had mentioned rules. But would everyone follow them?
“What happens if I forget to call you Master?” Tag asked.
“What else might you call me?” The guy opened the door and gestured for them to go in.
“Mistress?” Tag said as he passed.
Billy made a choked sound, but the man laughed. At least he had a sense of humour. Tag cheered up.
He kept his mouth shut as they were led up wooden stairs that maybe servants would have once used, and on into a largish room where there were other guys, some dressed, some naked. Everyone fell silent as they entered.
“Joshua, you take care of Tag and Billy.”
“Thank you, Master,” Tag said.
The guy sighed, caught Tag’s arm and twisted him in close. “Be careful. I can tell the difference between sarcasm and deference. That mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
Tag was pushed in Joshua’s direction. He looked to be in his thirties and was wearing the same as the others who were clothed, black polo shirts and black chinos. Maybe black was the house colour.
Joshua looked them up and down. “Both of you strip. Put your gear in your box. Phones switched off, and in the box, too.”
“You’re not offering me dinner or a drink first?” Tag took the box that was thrust at him and put it on the floor.
“You can have a drink in a minute.”
Tag stripped. No point in playing coy. He wasn’t anyway.
“Until the bidding is over, you both do exactly as I say. Understand?”
Billy nodded. “Yeah.”
Maybe they were going to be required to wear nothing but high-heeled shoes and parade on a catwalk.I can do that. I quite fancy that.Tag had tried on Sarah’s Everest-like heels for a bet and had been the only one who could walk in them. He’d done better than Sarah, which had pissed her off.
“You’re not going to be able to have anything to eat or drink for a while.” Joshua handed them glasses of what looked like Fanta. Billy guzzled his. Tag hesitated.
“One single thing that you don’t comply with and you’re gone,” Joshua said.
Tag mentally crossed his fingers and drank. It tasted like fizzy orange, but he didn’t drink it all. Well, not until Joshua stared at him. Tag handed him the empty glass.Oh God what was in that?
