Sub Mission

by Ts McKinney

  If that was it, I was in some serious shit because he still didn’t know he’d nearly been abducted. Right now, he was merely pissed because I’d allowed him to drink the drugged cocktail and then left him alone. The doctor had explained to me that there was a good chance he might not remember any of the night. While they hadn’t had a chance to run lab tests on what drugs Baker had been given, most date rape drugs affected short—term memory.

  Inside the apartment, I motioned for him to not say anything. “Lay down on the couch, babe. Let me grab you a blanket, pillow, and some water. It’ll just take me a few minutes.” While talking, I pulled out the electronic device we would use to sweep the apartment for any listening or video devices. He nodded, walked over to the couch, and plopped down. His eyes, however, tracked my every move.

  A few minutes later, I returned to the living room and said, “We’re good. How are you feeling?”

  “Where’s our usual driver?” he asked, diving straight in.

  “Landon pulled our driver and the other men to work on gathering some video evidence of what happened outside the club. They should be back in force by mid-morning.” I told him

  He huffed out a breath. “So you think it was more than two guys trying to get some free ass, huh?”

  “It definitely was,” I admitted. “By the time I got back to the table to check on you, you were gone. They’d taken you.” My voice trembled with emotion that I’d rather he didn’t witness. It made me feel weak but then, I heard that love always did.

  “What?” His shock was evident. “Are you serious? What happened? How did you get me back?”

  “They were about to load you into a vehicle when they saw me. To save their own asses, they dropped you on the sidewalk and took off. Another man helped us with the tag number, but it was stolen. Landon’s pulling all the surveillance tapes available in that area to see what we can find out.”

  “Shit. Fuck. I don’t remember any of that.” His hand reached up to touch the back of his head. “I guess that’s why I have a headache, huh?”

  “Yeah, that’s why you have a headache.”

  Chapter 10

  Baker

  The look on Seth’s face was brutal. It was easy to see that he blamed himself for me nearly being taken. Seth considered himself the in-charge alpha, so he would take it personally. Looking into his eyes, though, made me want to believe there was something more. Was it possible he’d started feeling something for me…like I had for him? I wanted to believe it. My heart begged me to. My head told me to slow my roll.

  My body? Oh, hell. That was a totally different story altogether. I wanted him. I wanted him in every single carnal way my imagination could delight my senses with. As soon as I’d come into my right mind at the hospital, I’d immediately searched the room for him. When my eyes found him, I’d felt the calmness wash over me. That calmness, however, hadn’t lasted very long. As I’d lain there, having things shoved down my throat and up my nose, I’d also had to endure watching every damned person that walked into my cubicle look Seth up and down with the same hungry look that had to be on my face right now. They’d all wanted him and with all the shit crammed in every orifice of my body, I hadn’t been able to lay claim to him. I’d had no choice but to endure having my stomach pumped while having my heart stomped on at the same damn time. I’d been so fucking jealous, I’d expected everything they pulled from my body to be green.

  I was tired of trying to fight or understand my feelings. Just so fucking tired. I’d stopped trying to question why I felt the way I felt about Seth. I didn’t need an explanation…I needed him.

  And I was tired of waiting.

  “What are you thinking, Baker?” Seth asked softly. “I know I shouldn’t have left you alone. Trust me, I’ve beaten myself up every damned second since I realized you were gone. I fucked up. I know that.”

  “Shut up, Seth.” He needed to get over acting like he was a he-man and I was the damsel in distress. I might be submissive in the bedroom and playroom, but I was as capable an agent as he was. Well…except for the fact that I’d gotten myself drugged and he hadn’t.

  Seth looked shocked but didn’t make any attempts to fight back or defend himself. I stood up and he literally took a step back from me. It almost made me laugh. Almost. I was too turned on to laugh. He’d flaunted that hot body of his in front of me so often that he’d finally pushed me past my limits. Reaching down, I grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulled it over my head, and tossed it onto the couch. “The bedroom. Now.”

  When walking past him, I noted his mouth gaped wide open. I kept walking, hoping he’d follow…trusting he’d never hurt me, physically or emotionally. I hadn’t taken too many steps until I heard him fall in behind me. An explosion of fireworks went off inside my body. I was nervous, yes, but far too aroused to let anything silly like nerves get in my way. In my head, Seth belonged to me. I belonged to Seth. It was past time we consummated the physical aspect of our relationship.

  Inside the bedroom, my eyes went straight to the king-sized bed. The bedding was still rumpled from the morning. Knowing it would smell like Seth, my feet walked straight in that direction. I sat down on the edge and turned around to face him. As I suspected, he lingered in the doorway. His eyes were dark with arousal, but wary, as well.

  Fuck, wary. I was tired of us dancing around each other.

  “There’s no need to put on a show, Baker,” he said, nodding toward the opened balcony doors. “Landon’s men couldn’t find any sign of life behind the telescope. I thought I told you that already.”

  I shrugged. “You did.”

  The scrub pants they’d found me at the hospital were baggy, so it didn’t take much effort on my part. All I had to do was lift my hips up and shimmy straight out of them. Since the damned leather pants hadn’t left room for underwear, when the scrubs were removed, I was completely naked. I might be unsure of how Seth felt about me regarding any type of permanent relationship, but I knew he found my body attractive. This part, the sex, didn’t worry me. I might not be potential boyfriend material, but he wanted inside my body…exactly where I wanted him.

  “What? Are you worried your performance might not be up to par?” I asked. I looked over my shoulder and nodded toward the doors, just like he’d done. I winked at him. “Don’t get stage fright, babe. I have faith in your, uh…” I looked him up and down before adding, “Abilities.”

  He shook his head. “Fuck, Baker. Are you still high? I thought the doctor said all that shit was out of your system.” He turned around, like he was leaving and said, “Let me grab my phone. I’ll call the hospital and see what they say.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Seth!” I yelled. “I’m not high on roofies. They make you sleepy or unconscious.” I reached down and stroke my cock, which was harder than it’d ever been, and said, “Do I look unconscious to you?”

  His head dropped for a few seconds. When he looked back up, he whispered, “What are you doing, Baker?”

  “I’m tired of waiting for you to take it.” I stood up and walked toward him. “It looks like you’re going to make me beg you to fuck me.” My feet didn’t stop until we were mere inches apart. “Please fuck me, Seth.” I stuck out my bottom lip to add to my pout.

  Seth growled.

  My cock twitched. Yeah, I guess I liked that alpha part of him. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to take the lead—it wasn’t my thing. I needed him to take me.

  “Curiosity killed the cat, you know,” he murmured.

  “Hmmm.” My hands started unbuckling his belt. “Your lack of curiosity is killing my cock.” With his belt unbuckled, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and said, “Arms up, big boy.”

  The look on his face made me think I held a knife to his balls. I’d never seen Seth unsure of himself. He wanted me…but didn’t want to.

  Just when I was about to give up, he said, “Get on your knees, and suck my cock.”

  I tilted my head to the side and looked at him for a co
uple of seconds and then dropped to my knees. I hadn’t taken Cocksucking 101 yet, but I’d do the best I could. I knew what felt good, so I had that going for me. How hard could it be?

  There wasn’t even the slightest tremble to my hands when I reached forward, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Commando. Nice. Knowing Seth, I wasn’t surprised. Closing my eyes, I breathed in his scent. It made me dizzy…a lot like the roofie had, but so much fucking better.

  “Holy, shit,” he growled. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  I pulled his semi-hard cock out of his pants and answered, “Fuck, yeah, I’m serious.” Looking up at him, I added, “I need you to get serious, Seth. If you don’t want me, say so now. Otherwise, we’re taking this all the way.”

  At least, that’s what I thought I said. My mind was too fascinated with the way he felt in my hand to be able to complete complicated thoughts or sentences. His length grew and hardened as I held him, and it made me feel fucking powerful. Going on instinct, I fisted the base of his cock and put the head in my mouth, like a lollipop. I’d barely gotten a taste before I felt him grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back.

  “Hell, no, Baker. If I’m going to finally have you, it’s going to last all night long. But if you’re doing that, it won’t last three minutes. Get on the bed.”

  Yes! I was much better at following orders.

  As I climbed onto the bed, I heard him removing his clothes…at record speed. The thought that I had him that aroused turned me on even more. My hand automatically went to my cock but dropped my favorite toy when he yelled at me.

  “Nu uh,” he said after barking at me for touching myself. “You only get to touch that when I say you can.” He reached into the nightstand and pulled out the lube and packet of condoms. “And I didn’t say you could.”

  I grinned. “Then hurry the fuck up and do something to distract me. When this bad boy wants some attention, he wants some attention!”

  He climbed onto the bed. His hand palmed my cheek and he whispered, “Are you sure, Baker? This is a big deal. I have to know you’re in your right state of….”

  “Put. Your. Cock. In. My. Ass.”

  His grin was wicked. “Well, Sweet Tart, it’s not quite as simple as that, especially with a virgin.”

  I shoved him down on the bed and straddled his hips. “Don’t call me a virgin. That pisses me off. You’ve witnessed, first hand, things disappearing into my ass. Stop acting like I don’t know what it feels like.”

  “Yes, Tart,” he answered sweetly. Picking up the lube, he offered it to me and said, “Get yourself ready for me.”

  Shit! I had to do that? What the hell was he here for? I wasn’t doing all the damned work. Instead of saying that, though, I squeaked out, “Me?”

  “Nah,” he answered. “I’ll do it for you. Turn around.”

  “Huh?” Turn around? Like I couldn’t watch? Hide my eyes? What the fuck?

  “Reverse cowboy,” he explained. “Straddle me in the other direction.”

  He was grinning so goddamned big, it made me want to….

  Shit, it made me want to kiss him.

  I didn’t kiss. I never kissed. Kissing was special—something I’d always saved.

  Maybe reverse cowboy was best. That way I wouldn’t be tempted to break my own golden rule.

  I did as he asked, but felt like an idiot. Sure, I’d done it this way with women plenty of times. It was nice to watch my cock disappear into their….

  Oh! So that’s what he was doing.

  “What now, Your Royal Highness?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder at him.

  He sat up, propped up some pillows behind his back until he was in a comfortable position, and then answered, “Scoot back, cowboy. Ass up, head down.”

  Then, as if I wasn’t capable of following instructions, he yanked me backwards, pulled my ass up, and placed a hand on the back of my neck to press my head down. With the position, he’d put me in, my face was grinding against his cock and balls. Doing what felt natural, I licked the closest thing…which happened to be one of his balls.

  He smacked my ass. Hard.

  “Absolutely not, Tart. Keep your tongue in and mouth closed. I need to focus on this beautiful ass in front of me.” He lubed up one hand as he spoke.

  “That hardly seems fair. If this is the new me, my mouth needs to learn its way around that most important area.”

  “Do as you’re told,” he growled.

  I felt him dribble some lube at the top of my crease and then he parted my cheeks. That pretty much shut me up. I could feel the lubricant sliding along my skin—felt it when it hit my hole. From there, his finger swirled it around my entrance and then he pushed a finger inside. My back arched with the sheer joy of the invasion. I knew how I must look to him—my cheeks spread by his hand, his finger in my hole, and my body arched with pleasure, but I didn’t care. I needed him and wasn’t ashamed of it.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered as his finger moved in and out. Stretching me slowly when I wanted to move at a much faster rate of speed. I was desperate for him. The slit on the head of my cock held a pearl of precum that was about to drip onto Seth’s abs. “God, you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

  Another finger joined the first one and there was a sting of pain. I’d expected it. I’d done this before. No biggie. Just breathe and relax. Push out. Think about how good’t feel when he finally did me the favor of hitting that sweet spot again. He knew where it was. He could do it right goddamned then…if he wanted to. Instead, he just toyed with me. Wriggling his fingers and moving them in and out. When he did a scissor thing, I sucked in a hiss. I felt that one, for fucking sure.

  “You okay, Sweet? Is it too much?”

  Awww, I was Sweet when I had my ass spread and his fingers buried inside me. Looking over my shoulder, I said, “Just waiting on you to get your courage up, big man.”

  That comment earned me a smack on the ass and a third finger. My hiss on digit number three was louder and followed by a softly muttered, “Fuck.”

  He picked up the lube and squirted more around my hole. His fingers slipped out to gather up the slippery liquid and then plunged back in again. “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly. “The first day, when you walked into the conference room, I nearly came in my pants. You were so obediently submissive. Who would have thought you were hiding all that sass you keep zinging at me?”

  His thick fingers started to feel at home in my ass. The burning, stinging sensation was slowly subsiding…turning into something else entirely. “I don’t think it was all I was hiding,” I answered, meaning it as a joke, but knowing on some level, it had to be true. It was the only plausible explanation for my obsession with Seth.

  “Nah, you just took one look at my cock and knew you had to have it,” he quipped. “It happens all the time.”

  Conversation was quickly moving toward being above my pay grade. Every thought, feeling, or sensation was quickly moving toward how fucking good it felt to have his fingers stuffed in my body. I was ready, I wanted that monster of his inside of me. Maybe he was right? Maybe I had taken to stalking his cock?

  “Why don’t you go ahead and give it to me, then?” I asked. “I’m more than ready. Quit playing with me.” I tried for sounding bossy, but it may have come out much more like a whine.

  “Don’t you worry, Tart. I’m going to give it to you…all night long. I plan on taking you in every position in the fucking book. But, you aren’t stretched enough yet. Anyway, I’m doing all the work. Take some initiative, and ride my fingers. I’ll be really still, and you just ride away.”

  Oh, fuck. Now that would make me look like a dirty little whore. I was good with that. He needed to know I was more than capable of being stuffed by him. I rose up on my elbows, so I could have some leverage, and slowly started moving my ass forward and then back again. I felt every slide of his fingers inside of me, caressing my tight canal with a promise of more to
come. Little by little, I felt more comfortable, the pleasure became even more intense, and before I knew it, I was bouncing faster and faster on his digits. Odd sounds tumbled from my mouth—sounds that should embarrass me and probably would later on, but not at the moment. While riding his fingers like he’d ordered, the noises, albeit close to whimpers, were deemed appropriate in my head.

  When I shifted from my elbows to my hands, it tilted my hips in just the right position, and every time I moved, his fingers teased my prostate. The whimper sounds stopped, and a flood of words followed. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Yes. Mmmm. Oh. Fuck. Oh, God. Yes!” Stupid shit kept tumbling out but I rode his fingers like a fucking porn star.

  His stomach was coated with my precum, but I didn’t give a fuckity fuck. It felt so good. My balls drew up and I could feel an explosion of a lifetime about to take place, but just as my eyes rolled back in my head to enjoy the fireworks, Seth gripped my balls in a tight enough squeeze that it halted my liftoff.

  “What the fuck? Ouch! Stop squeezing so hard, you maniac. Those babies are delicate.”

  “You were about to come,” he answered. “I’m not ready for that yet.” His fingers popped out of my ass with an embarrassing squelching sound as he reached for a condom and the lube bottle again. I watched him work the condom down his length and then squirt nearly the entire bottle of lube onto his cock. Entranced by the vision right in front of me, I couldn’t look away…nor could I stop myself from thinking that logistically, what we were about to do simply didn’t look feasible. I mean, I knew it would fit…I just didn’t know how.

  His hold on my balls hadn’t loosened in the least. Between that and staring at his nine inches of thick weaponry, my poor cock, which had a mind of its own, started thinking maybe this wasn’t such a fantastic idea after all. My mind told it to shut the fuck up. I was doing this, and I was doing it because I couldn’t go through another day of sexual frustration. I couldn’t have a single thought or look at an item that didn’t have a way of making me think of Seth fucking my ass.