Sub Mission

by Ts McKinney

  SUB MISSION

  TS MCKINNEY

  Sub Mission

  Copyright © 2018, TS McKinney

  Published by Painted Hearts Publishing

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  Sub Mission

  Copyright © 2018 TS McKinney

  ISBN 10: 978-1-946379-59-7

  ISBN 13: 1-946379-59-X

  Author: TS McKinney

  Publication Date: June 2018

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  Cover design Ron Perry Graphic Design, rperrydesign.com

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  From My Heart

  I have so many people to thank for all the special love and support I received with this book (and all those before it, as well)!! When I entered the book world three years ago, I never realized that it would lead to me making some of the best friends in the world!! There’s absolutely no way to mention everybody that’s touched my heart—I wish I could. I do want to scream a big, fat thank you to McKinney’s Favs—my very special ARC team that isn’t afraid to tell me the good, bad, and ugly! You all have seen the bad…you know how much I need the help. Then there’s Claudia Polydoro and Mildred Jordan. Oh. My. The inspirational pics. The special present. The pick-me-ups when I’m down. The friendship. Words can’t really do justice for how much our chat times, brainstorming, and just plain fun have meant to me. Love you both to pieces. Racheal – thank you so much for being my friend and coming to my party! Then we have the blurb fairy—my Kimmers. The work you did on this book was tremendous—so much more than I had the right to ask (but, of course, I did anyway). You’ve been there for me since our very first chat and comforted my broken heart with one of the sweetest gifts ever. It sits on the shelf right next to my baby girl. Ron Perry—you rocked the cover and gave me the best title ever!! More than that, though, you’re a bestie!! I’ll never forget our fun night together (sounds dirty, right?) and can’t wait until we see each other at GRL! And, of course, my girls-night-out girls!! Oh how I look forward to those dinner dates! I love you girlies – Shannon, Michelle, and Susan!!

  To my readers—you’ll never know what kind of impact you have on the hearts of authors. I absolutely LOVE to hear responses from you all. It still and always will amaze me that people actually read the stories I dream up. I love each and every one of you!!

  Chapter 1

  Seth

  I stared at my good friend and boss, trying my hardest to not show him my I-told-you-so face. Hell, who was I lying to? I wasn’t even trying to hide it. I had tried to explain to him, countless times, that what he was requesting just wasn’t feasible. He hadn’t listened to me, just waved me off and said The Company had plenty of men who would be willing to go the extra mile, as he’d called it at the time. Sure, there were plenty of agents capable of taking all the pain I was willing to dish out to them, but what Landon, or the rest of them for that matter, hadn’t understood about BDSM was they also had to enjoy it. A person with any experience at all—and we were dealing with professionals—would recognize a sub faking it.

  The funniest part was the number of agents who had thought they could fake it. I shook my head as I recalled some of the horrendous fake jobs I’d endured before convincing Landon that faking it wasn’t an option, and he didn’t have anybody qualified to fill the position of my sub on the latest assignment. I sat quietly, waiting on him to admit defeat. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the assignment, I wanted it bad. Some nut job was abducting and torturing subs from a BDSM club in Miami. He’d beaten and mutilated one so badly that he’d nearly died. On top of that, the fucker filmed the entire thing and played it for some online chat group. I wanted him wiped off the face of the earth, but I also knew we weren’t going to accomplish the job with fake subs. Did I have a better plan? No, but I was working on it. Even if the company passed on the job, I planned on working on it behind the scenes.

  “Come on, Landon,” I finally said. “Please don’t tell me you’re still considering trying to get one of our guys to act the part of my sub. I know you aren’t educated in the BDSM lifestyle, but you’re asking for a square peg to fit into a round hole. Other Doms and subs will see straight through a bullshitter. We get them in the clubs all the time, people experimenting or who read that erotic romance book one time too many and decided they liked getting their asses spanked. They aren’t welcome. Experimenters get a bit more leniency, but still, it puts the entire club on edge. Our lifestyle is frowned upon enough as it is.” I leaned in and said, “Let me work on this on my own. At least let me see what I can find out before we do something stupid or, worse than that, pass on the job.”

  Landon nodded as he stared back. “You think you’ve got me, don’t you? You think you’re gonna get to give me the told-you-so talk. Too bad, buddy! I studied through the employee files of different branches of The Company and I’ve found you the perfect sub.” He leaned back and grinned at me. “Apologize to me, Seth. Go ahead. I’m waiting.”

  I snorted. “Riigghhtt—like that shit is in the employee files.” Fuck, was that in my file? I knew The Company made it their business to know our business, but….

  “Well, they do put that information in your files. They put everything in there, Seth—from your dislike of cauliflower to the size of your dick. When they pay us as much as they do, they kinda think they own us. If you don’t like it…well, too bad. It’s just the way things are.” He rubbed his hands together and asked, “You ready to meet your new boy toy?”

  “He’s here? Now?” I couldn’t help it. He’d gotten my attention. If this agent really was a sub and it turned out we could work together, we’d have a good chance of taking this guy down before anyone else lost their life.

  “In the flesh,” Landon answered. “His name is Baker Daley. Get ready to fall in love, buddy. He’s a looker.”

  I rolled my eyes. “It isn’t about love, Landon. I’ve explained that to you already.”

  “Sure, sure. Whatever. Get ready to fall into lust, then. If I wasn’t straight, I’d want a couple of rounds with him myself.”

  “You aren’t straight,” I corrected.

  He grinned. “I know. And I want to go a couple of rounds with him!”

  “You are so inappropriate,” I groaned.

  “I know. That’s why I work for a private agency instead of the government.” He reached for the intercom button and told his secretary to send Agent Daley in.

  Within a few seconds, I heard the office door open and then close. Landon promptly stood up and said, “Agent Wilkinson, this is Agent Baker Daley. He’ll be working with you on your current assignment. Agent Daley, this is Agent Seth Wilkinson. He’ll take lead.”

  “Of course, sir. I assumed as much.”

  I’d remained in my chair, my ba
ck to the new agent that was supposed to not only be my new temporary partner but my sub, as well. When I heard his husky voice, I quickly stood up to turn and face him. His voice—there’d been something about it that caressed all the parts below my waist. It was low, husky, and incredibly submissive.

  When I turned around enough to see him, I nearly had to plant my ass back onto my chair. He was…incredible! Everything my wet dreams had always been made of. He was tall, but still shorter than my own six feet four inches, and, from all the flesh available for my eyes to feast upon, he was lean with taut muscles. His skin was sun-kissed to a beautiful bronze shade and there were sexy tattoo bracelets around both his wrists. The artwork was a replica of thick chains and decorated his thin wrists perfectly. Inky black hair was not quite shoulder length but long enough for me to grab a handful while he sucked my cock. It was messy to the point of bedroom sexy. He completed his look with full lips, perfect for cock sucking, and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.

  Well, I’d only caught a glimpse of those gorgeous eyes for a split second before his gaze dropped to the floor…like a perfect sub. Everything about his posture and presence screamed submission. Perhaps Landon had found a golden nugget after all. I felt my cock start to thicken with desire.

  “Head up, boy,” I ordered. “Eyes on me.”

  His head snapped up at the same time his hands wrapped behind his back and clasped together. “Yes, Sir.”

  Yes, the bluest I’d ever laid eyes on. He was magnificent. “Sit,” I ordered and motioned to the chair next to mine. “I have questions.”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  He moved gracefully to the chair and sat down. Not once had he acknowledged Landon’s presence in the room, only mine. I liked it, Landon not so much. That fact brought a huge smile to my lips.

  Landon cleared his throat. “Yes, Agent Daley, have a seat. They are my seats,” he grumbled under his breath.

  After chuckling, I turned my attention back to Agent Daley. He sat, with perfect posture, in the tall-backed chair. His hands lay passively on each knee. His eyes were on mine, as I’d requested. What I found even more delightful was not only did he scream submission, there was also a spark of mischief in his eyes that I knew would be…wickedly fun.

  “How old are you?”

  He was younger, probably younger than any sub I’d ever taken, and I couldn’t help but let his age worry me, even though I found him intriguing at the same time. I also knew his youthful appearance would appeal to the men we were trying to trap, so I suspected it would be something I’d need to overlook. If he was employed by The Company, there was an age requirement. He couldn’t be younger than twenty-one years old. This, of course, meant he wouldn’t have been in the BDSM lifestyle for more than three years.

  “Twenty-four, Sir.”

  Not too bad. Young, but old enough.

  “How long have you been involved with BDSM?”

  He paused before answering, sending warning signals to me. Honesty between a Dom and sub was absolutely necessary, and if he lied to me on this question, I wasn’t sure we’d be able to continue. I respected his desire for privacy but knowing how experienced he was shouldn’t be something he wanted to hide…unless he was still a novice.

  “Seven years, Sir.”

  Fuck…he wasn’t a novice. That would have made him seventeen years old when he’d first dipped his toe into BDSM and, in my opinion, much too young to make the decision. I frowned. “Explain.”

  “It’s simple mathematics, Seth,” Landon interrupted. “What’s the problem? Are you simply looking for a reason to reject Agent Daley?”

  I held up my hand to quiet Landon and kept my gaze locked on Daley.

  “I…I had issues in my home, Sir. At that time in my life, I struggled with…finding myself. I tried many things, from alcohol and drugs, to finally landing on BDSM. After my first…experience, I learned it seemed to ground me. As I continued, my life turned around, things grew stable, and I was able to get back on track. I knew you would question my youth and I understand why, but I can only say it was something I needed then…and now.”

  It was an honest answer, not one that I necessarily liked. “What club permitted you entrance at that age?” That was one aspect I wouldn’t overlook. If there was a club out there allowing children inside, they needed to be shut down.

  “No club until I was eighteen, Sir. It was a neighbor. I played at their home until my eighteenth birthday. After that, we would visit clubs occasionally.”

  I’d bet they did. I could imagine some arrogant, cocky Dom strutting around with a hot eighteen-year-old beneath his whip. Youngsters were pliable and eager to please—it’s one of the reasons I tried to stay away from younger subs. Had someone taken advantage of Daley’s vulnerabilities? Forced him into something he didn’t, or doesn’t really enjoy?

  I guessed there was only one way to find out. I would have one session with him and watch for…hell, I wasn’t sure what I’d watch for. He’d already shown he was well-trained.

  “Do you have a regular Dom?” I asked, wondering why a man would be crazy enough to allow another to play with such a prize.

  Another pause.

  “I have a Domme,” he answered quietly. “Mistress Samantha.”

  His eyes flickered away from mine for the first time. He knew damned well his answer wouldn’t be acceptable to me.

  “Fuck, Landon!” I swore. “You think this is any better than the princesses you’ve been parading in front of me for the past three weeks? Absolutely not!”

  Landon looked as confused as hell. Naturally, he wouldn’t have a clue. Hell, there was a good chance I was being unreasonable, and a really good chance I was pissed off just because he was straight.

  “What?” he roared. “You’ve been practically salivating since he walked into the room. He does all that…submissive shit you’ve tried to drill into my brain. What’s the problem now?” He huffed and then added, “I’m beginning to think you’re the problem.”

  I stood up and started to leave the room, before I said something both Landon and I would regret. Agent Daley’s husky voice stopped me in my tracks.

  “I believe you should give me a chance, Sir. You’ll find that I’m more than…adequate as a submissive. I realize I’m probably not what you desire, but for the assignment, you could, perhaps, lower your standards. While I’m not gay and have no desire to have sex with you, I’m certainly not afraid of…toys.”

  He blushed, making me think he might be more afraid than he was willing to admit. He wasn’t gay. Perfect, my fantasy sub. Not. He has no desire to have sex with me—that’s always a box I like to have checked off when interviewing a sub. Again, no fucking way.

  “One session, Seth,” Landon urged. “If you’ve endured sessions with the other guys I’ve put in front of you, surely you can give this kid a chance. It was a six-hour flight to get him here. You could at least give him thirty minutes to prove his…worth.”

  I looked at Agent Daley and then at Landon. Reproach shined brightly in Landon’s green eyes and humiliation was clearly visible in Daley’s blues. Knowing I was wasting all our time, I told Landon, “Have him at my penthouse in two hours.”

  To Daley, I said, “I’ll know if you’re faking, kid. Don’t try to make something work, that’s the wrong way for any sub to behave. I’ll be very disappointed if you attempt to put on a performance for me.” Blowing out a breath of irritation, I added, “I’ll need the phone number for your regular Domme. She and I will need to talk before I touch you.”

  His eyes dropped, and he immediately pulled a slip of paper out of his jeans pocket and handed it over to me. “Yes, Sir. She hoped you would want to speak with her first.”

  Chapter 2

  Baker

  As we rode up the elevator to Agent Wilkinson’s penthouse suite, I couldn’t stop the goosebumps that appeared on my arms. Agent Wilkinson scared me. From our brief encounter, I knew he would be a…demanding Dom, that part I could handle. I also
knew he already didn’t like me. That was the part causing my stomach to roll with unease. Samantha, my Domme, had already spoken with Seth and called me. When I’d tried to question her on how I should handle Seth’ distaste, she’d simply told me to ‘behave myself, do as I was told and everything would work out the way it should’. Her answer, short and sweet, hadn’t bolstered my courage in the least. If anything, she’d succeeded in making me more nervous.

  “Calm down, Agent Daley,” Landon said with a chuckle. “Trust me, his bark is worse than his bite. He’s just frustrated with me right now. He wants these guys caught and taken out but knows the assignment won’t be as simple as I’d originally thought.” He laughed outright. “In my ignorance, as Seth tells me, I thought I only had to present him with a man who could handle getting his ass beat without crying like a kindergartener. I had no idea about all the other…whatever the hell it is that makes one a perfect sub.” He turned and looked at me, “Until I saw how you acted…and how Seth reacted to you. It certainly helped me see where my ignorance could have gotten us into trouble.”

  “He already hates me,” I said quietly. “I can’t imagine he’ll give me a fair chance.”

  “Seth is a lot of things, mostly an asshole, but he’s always fair. Just don’t try that faking shit. Man, he went off on some of the guys I sent to him.” He winked and added, “And then he went off on me. I’ve reached the point in this game that I’d rather not listen to him bitch. Just be yourself and let Seth make the decisions. I trust his judgment. You should as well.”

  Easier said than done. “Why didn’t you tell him I was straight? He might not have been so angry if he’d gotten a ‘head’s up.’” Landon had really set me up with that stupid trick.

  “Kid, he wouldn’t have given you a chance if I’d told him you were straight. I needed him to see you before that bomb dropped into his lap.”