Page 18 of Tell No One
Tag huffed.
“I mean it.”
“And how are you going to make that possible?” Tag whispered.
Right in front of them, two men had tugged one of the ponies down and he was giving them both a blowjob. With a lot of enthusiasm. Delaney swallowed hard. At the other side of the room a groom had two cocks in his arse. Things were heating up. Shand Kitson, a bitcoin dealer, the only man Delaney had recognised, came over and sat beside him.Say something incriminating!
“Your pony’s hot,” Kitson said. “Five hundred to fuck him.”
“No.”
“A thousand then.”
“There already a line. I don’t want arse destroyed.”
“What does it matter? You only bought him for the night.”
“Mine to decide what to do with.”
“Let me jump the queue.” Kitson licked his lips. “Two thousand.”
“I think about it. I paid a lot for his company.”
It felt as if Tag was trying to burrow under his jacket. His face was pressed into Delaney’s shoulder, his fingers gripping his sleeve. Delaney generally had littleinclination to protect anyone other than himself. He was selfish, self-absorbed and egotistical. But…he’d never had anyone cling to him like this, never felt even a little bit…protective. It was disturbing and he couldn’t afford to let himself be disturbed.
When Kitson finally wandered off, Delaney whispered, “Careful,” and pulled Tag to his feet. He’d changed his mind. He wouldn’t leave Tag on his own in here. They’d be on him like a pack of wolves regardless of what was agreed. He’d have to go for a hastily drawn-up plan C. He led him to the door. Even before he had it open, Feely stepped to block them.
“Where do you think you two are off to?”
“Somewhere more private.”
“Not until I say so.”
Delaney scowled. “Fuck that. I paid enough to expect thirty minutes of privacy. Move.”
Feely looked like he wanted to punch him but a look from Delaney made him move aside. “He’s a valuable piece of flesh. Be sure to bring him back down in one piece.”
Once they were in the bedroom, Delaney put a finger to his lips. When he’d been shown the room on arrival, he’d checked it but now he needed to check it again. The camera he’d found was in an ornament on a table by the door. It gave a direct view of the bed.
“You not been good pony,” Delaney said.
Tag whimpered. “I—”
“Quiet. Don’t speak until I say you can.” He couldn’t trust Tag not to say the wrong thing.
Delaney took off his jacket and casually tossed it on the table, obscuring the camera. He activated an electronic sweeper and walked around the room talking as he went. As well as checking for a listening device, he was looking to see if another camera had been installed since he’d checked earlier.
“Why you not eat?” Delaney asked as he sauntered around. It was hardnotto appear as if he were looking for something.
“Do you want me to speak?”
“When I ask question.”
“Wasn’t hungry.”
“Get on bed. Take cock ring off and tail out… Don’t play with it, bad pony.”
Tag looked so confused that Delaney almost smiled.
