Topping the Alpha: Trident Security Series

by Samantha A. Cole

  When Jake had arrived at Joanna’s house, instead of demanding to come inside, he asked if there was a place where they could talk outside, out of view of the street. He then walked around the house and met them on the patio. Knowing what she’d gone through, and the fact he was a huge man, he’d made himself as unthreatening as possible to put her at ease. The three of them talked for a while and he told her all about himself—his time in the Navy as an elite SEAL and the company made up of former teammates that he worked for. He’d even told her that he was gay, which she didn’t have a problem with at all. Alyssa had been sixteen at the time, but Jake talked to her like she was an adult who could make up her own mind on whether or not she trusted him.

  After returning with her to Tampa, he had kept her in hiding until there was an opportunity to escape with her mother, when Oliver would be gone for hours, giving them a head start. Jake’s friend Trudy, a psychologist, was involved in the group Friends of Patty. They had both believed her and promised to do everything they could so Alyssa never had to see her father again. A gynecologist had examined her to make sure she had no sexual diseases as a result of her years of abuse at the hands of her father. And when the right time came, Alyssa and her mother started a six-week journey of zig-zagging across the United States on their way to becoming Allison and Christine Watson.

  But now she was back with Jake, hiding again. Her mother was dead and she had no family left in the world other than the one person who wanted her dead…or worse.

  A loud bark of laughter came from the living room area and she recognized it as Jake’s laugh. He didn’t do it often, but when he did, it always made her smile. She rolled over, trying to find a comfortable spot. Jake promised to keep her safe, but he couldn’t protect her forever. The only way she would feel completely safe was if her bastard father was dead. Until then, she’d always be looking over her shoulder, waiting for the moment when her world went to shit one more time.

  * * *

  Groaning, Nick woke up exactly how he’d fallen asleep late last night—on his stomach, hard, and frustrated—the result of some very erotic dreams of Jake. He pumped his hips a few times into the mattress, fighting the urge to reach down and take care of his aching cock. Of course, it was easier said than done. He prayed Jake would allow him some relief soon, otherwise, he’d be walking around with a serious case of blue-balls.

  Rolling over, he stared down at the throbbing bulge in his boxer-briefs. “Down boy. There’s nothing I can do about you this morning. At least not yet.” And yes, he was now a whack-job, talking out loud to his dick, and it was barely twenty-fours since he’d last jacked off. God help him.

  Shit! How was he supposed to take a fucking piss like this? He eyed the door to the short hall leading out to the kitchen, and then the one to the attached bath. It would be easy enough to lock the bedroom door and rub one out in the bathroom. He’d just have to be quiet about it. Hell, he was a Navy SEAL—stealth was part of his job. Jake said he’d know, but seriously? How the fuck would he?

  Nick’s hand inched toward his crotch, almost on its own will. The second his fingers brushed against his hard shaft, he knew he’d made his decision. He needed relief after dreaming of Jake all night, and he needed it now. The Dom would never know.

  Kicking the sheet off his lower legs, he leapt off the bed and locked the bedroom door. Before heading to the bathroom, he paused to listen for signs that anyone else was awake yet. It was oh-six-fifteen, but the house was silent. Walking on the balls of his feet, he entered the bathroom and shut the door. Sitting on the back of the john was the toiletry bag he’d tossed there last night. Unzipping it, he quickly found a tube of lubricant. A small amount in his palm would hurry things along.

  After dropping his briefs, he put the toilet lid down, then sat on the cold surface. He hesitated a moment, before cursing and wrapping his palm and fingers around his needy cock. Tightening his grip, he let out a sigh as his hand slid up and down the hard flesh. His head fell back on his shoulders and he concentrated on the rhythm of his hand—down, up, over, around, and down again. Damn, that felt good.

  Nick closed his eyes and, in his imagination, replaced his hand with Jake’s. The drag of flesh against flesh was sweet torture. Pre-cum oozed from the slit at the tip of his cock and he added it to the lubrication. With his other hand, he reached down and cupped his balls, rolling them gently. Do you like that, Junior? Do you want your Master to let you cum? “Fuck, yes!” he murmured. “Please!”

  Seconds of pleasure turned to minutes. Part of him wanted to race for relief, but the other part wanted to savor the sensations. In his mind, he brought up the image of being on his hands and knees as Jake fucked his ass. His fingers gripped his shaft harder as he sped up the pace. Shifting down on the toilet seat, he was able to thrust his hips forward. His breathing and pulse increased as he felt his orgasm build. The muscles in his ripped abs, thighs, and ass tensed as a tingling shot from his lower spine to his groin. A few more pumps of his hand and he’d be there. Please. Please let me…

  Now!

  “Shit!” The curse was barely a whisper as Nick shot streams of hot semen onto his abs. Black dots appeared before his eyes and he gasped for oxygen. When his heartrate slowed to normal, he let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived as a dark blanket of guilt overcame him. For the first time in Nick’s adult life, he was ashamed of his lack of restraint and jerking off. Fuck!

  CHAPTER 11

  Jake rolled over and checked his cell for the time. Oh-six-forty-five. Stretching, he reached down and scratched his groin as he willed his morning wood down. Yeah, he could’ve had a quiet quickie with Nick last night, since Ian’s bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from the occupied bedrooms. No one would’ve heard them, but whether Nick understood it or not, he was now a submissive-in-training. And that meant learning obedience and restraint.

  After using the toilet and washing his hands, he threw on a T-shirt, pair of sweats, and his sneakers. With the extra men in the house guarding Alyssa, he could get a morning run in. There were a few paths through the woods that the team had placed distance markers on. Out to the final marker and back was a six-mile run, which was just what he needed to work off some of the sexual tension surging through his body. Ever since yesterday morning when Nick had begged him not to walk away, Jake had longed to do all sorts of dirty, nasty, wonderful things to him, but now was not the time. Alyssa’s safety came first.

  Opening the bedroom door, he looked to his left and was surprised to see the teenager’s bedroom door was ajar. He was about to peek in when he heard her giggle coming from the living room area. What he found there wasn’t what he expected. “Since when the heck do you cook?”

  Carter lifted his gaze to Jake as Alyssa glanced over her shoulder from her stool at the kitchen island. “I’ve always been able to cook. I just seldom come across someone worthy of my culinary talents like sweet Alyssa here. And if you’re going to be a jerk about it, you can make your own breakfast.”

  The young girl giggled again and Jake shook his head in amazement. Not only was the U.S. dark operative cooking pancakes, but it seemed he’d won over the timid teenager in no time.

  “I’ve been entertaining this pretty girl with my vast repertoire of daring and heroic adventures from around the globe.”

  Jake snorted as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the container of orange juice. “You sound like Blackbeard the pirate. Don’t believe a word he says, Alyssa. He’s actually an insurance salesman and lies like a rug.”

  “An insurance salesman?” She narrowed her eyes at Carter as he flipped three pancakes off the electric griddle sitting on the island and onto a plate for her. “I knew you were conning me,” she chastised, then rolled her eyes toward Jake. “He said he was a government spy, like James Bond.”

  After filling a glass, Jake smirked at his friend who shrugged his shoulders and gave the girl a sad puppy-dog expression. “Who are you going to believe, me or Jake from State F
arm?”

  Orange juice burst from Jake’s mouth and nose, and, thankfully, into the sink. The acidity burned his throat and nostrils as he coughed and gasped for the air which didn’t want to be drawn into his lungs. Carter’s face turned tomato red as he roared with laughter and bent over holding his stomach, until he was almost as breathless as Jake was. Snatching a nearby dishtowel and wiping his face, Jake glared at the other man. “Thanks an effing lot,” he croaked, wanting to say so much more to the asshole, but Alyssa’s presence had him biting his tongue.

  As it was, she was looking at both of them with a mix of confusion and amusement. “All right, fill me in, because I didn’t get the joke.”

  Using the towel to wipe up the juice that hadn’t made it into the sink, Jake shook his head. His voice was still hoarse from the liquid abuse. “It’s from that insurance commercial, and a very bad joke.”

  “Hey!” Carter caught the damp towel which had been intentionally thrown at his head. “Any joke that makes the Reverend shoot orange juice out his nose is damn good. Score one for me.”

  “Reverend?” Alyssa asked around a bite of her pancakes. “Is that like a nickname, Jake, or are you really a priest or something?”

  “Ha! No, sweetheart, I’m not a priest. It’s my call sign from the Navy.” Jake lifted the carton to pour himself another glass of orange juice, but thought better of it and turned to put it back in the fridge. “You don’t get to choose it, it’s given to you by your team. But I’ll take ‘Reverend’ over some of the crazy names a bunch of my friends got.”

  He didn’t know how, but before he spun back around he knew Nick had entered the room. It wasn’t from any sound the kid had made because he walked as furtively as every other trained SEAL. Instead, the air crackled with electricity and made the hair on the back of Jake’s neck tingle with awareness. He eyed the newcomer as Carter offered Nick some pancakes. The kid was fresh from a shower and appeared…relaxed and tense at the same time. Hmmm.

  “No, thanks. I was going to go for a run, if no one minds.”

  Jake watched as Nick looked at everyone and everything but him. His Dom senses went on full alert. A shower before running? Oh, Junior, he thought, you are in so much trouble. “Not at all. As a matter of fact, I was on my way out for a run myself.” He lifted an eyebrow at Carter. “You mind holding down the fort. Cain should be down soon.” The spy shrugged his shoulders in the equivalent of ‘no problem’ as he poured more batter on the griddle. “Thanks. I’ll call Ian for an update when we get back. Come on, Junior, let’s see how you do off the O-course.”

  Nick didn’t look happy about suddenly having a running mate, but he didn’t back down. Jake tossed him a bottled water from the fridge, then took one for himself. “Sound the alarm if you need us.”

  “No worries,” Carter acknowledged as the two headed out the door.

  Not saying another word, Jake descended the front steps, and then stretched to loosen his muscles. Nick stood a few feet away, doing the same. A few minutes later they were jogging at a warm-up pace down the dirt trail. At the half mile mark, Jake increased his speed and the kid did the same, staying abreast of him. Smiling to himself, the Dom plotted how he was going to punish his submissive for his disobedience. He was positive the kid had jacked off at some point, either late last night or early this morning.

  One mile. Hmm. A cock cage would be ideal, but even if Jake had one with him, it wasn’t practical due to their situation. Checking his watch for their time, he lengthened his stride. Beside him, Nick was already sweating and he doubted it was from the exertion. It was a cool fall morning in the mountains, and as a trained Navy SEAL, Nick could do this exercise with a fifty-pound pack strapped to him and still wouldn’t be breathing heavy yet.

  Two miles. They were now clocking a seven-minute-mile pace. Maybe he could make a switch from one of the numerous types of trees in the area and tan the kid’s ass. Ah, nope, that wouldn’t work either. Jake didn’t have any arnica gel with him for the temporary welts he wanted to leave on Nick’s ass. And he couldn’t have him in obvious pain when they returned to the house—beside the fact they hadn’t discussed hard limits yet, so a switch was out.

  Two-point-five miles. That put them past the solar powered cameras Brody had set up as part of the house’s security system. No chance of anyone seeing them now unless it was some idiot out hunting, and on this section of the mountain that was very rare. Jake slowed his pace until he stopped altogether next to a large boulder on the right side of the path. Having gone a little further, Nick turned around and jogged back to him. “What’s wrong? Got a cramp?”

  Leaning against the cool rock, Jake crossed his arms and stared at Nick’s face, letting him see the disappointment in his eyes. He dropped his voice, making it stern and threatening. “Something you want to tell me?”

  “What?” Nick licked his lips in a sure sign of nervousness.

  Jake’s eyes narrowed further. “Don’t lie to me, Nicky-boy. You’ll just be digging yourself a deeper hole then the one you’re already in. Now, tell me…did you do something you were ordered not to do?”

  “Shit,” he spat out, then ran a hand down his face. Jake stood there, waiting him out, as he paced back and forth, clearly fighting an internal battle. After a few moments, he halted and threw his hands up into the air. “I’m sorry, all right? I woke up as hard as that fucking rock you’re leaning against and I couldn’t help myself. I jacked off this morning. Is that what you fucking want to hear? I fucking jacked off…and it fucking sucked.”

  Surprised, Jake raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected that last part and got the impression Nick was just as stunned by his revelation. “Present for me.”

  His hands gesturing outward, Nick sounded incredulous. “What? Right here?”

  “Yes, subbie, right here, right now.” The threat of further punishment was in his growling tone and he knew the kid was aware of it. Jake waited in silence. After a count of three, Nick inhaled deeply and let it out as he sank to his knees on a blanket of pine needles and multi-colored autumn leaves. His eyes were downcast with his head bowed and knees shoulder-width apart. Jake was about to correct him, but Nick seemed to suddenly remember what was missing from the Dom’s instructions on presenting and placed his hands in an ‘at-ease’ position at the small of his back. Shit! For someone who had never presented himself to a Dom before, he’d done a pretty good job of getting it right. Jake’s cock hardened painfully at the sight of Nick’s gorgeous body in submission.

  Pushing off the rock, he stepped toward his sub, who didn’t move a muscle. He walked around, checking the posture, before stopping behind him and running his fingers through the jet-black strands of Nick’s hair. “You do that very well, Nicky-boy. It almost makes me wish I didn’t have to punish you.”

  CHAPTER 12

  A shiver shot through Nick’s veins and muscles, and he leaned into Jake’s touch. Why? What was it about this man that made him want to beg for forgiveness? How was he supposed to be what Jake wanted, when he hadn’t a clue as to what he even wanted? This was all so fucking new and weird to him. Yeah, he’d observed a lot of D/s couples at The Covenant, but there was so much to the lifestyle that he didn’t understand. He clearly hadn’t thought this whole thing through when he agreed to give it a try. Part of him wanted to stand and tell Jake to forget it—this wasn’t for him—but it was the other part which wanted to please the man that had him staying on his knees, waiting for the next command.

  Behind him, Jake’s voice rumbled low and sexy. “You do that very well, Nicky-boy. It almost makes me wish I didn’t have to punish you.”

  The praise made Nick’s breath catch in his chest, but it was the unknown punishment which had his heart beating faster…and his cock lengthening. “What…” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “What’s my punishment…Sir?”

  Jake circled around and stopped right in front of Nick, his feet inches from his knees on the ground. The hand in Nick’s hair clenched, pulling the stran
ds until he had no choice but to lift his chin up. His eyes met Jake’s green ones, which shimmered like emeralds.

  “Due to our current situation, I haven’t made a decision about that yet. But don’t worry, I’ll think of something. For now…” He pulled on the string of his sweatpants. “You owe me. You’re going to suck my cock and swallow every drop I give you.”

  His mouth suddenly watering again, Nick’s gaze dropped to the stunning erection that appeared before him. All thoughts of uncertainty and punishments fled from his mind. Jake widened his stance and gripped his cock, tilting it toward Nick’s mouth. Pre-cum pearled at the slit and glistened from the sunlight seeping through the trees. His hands were still behind his back and somehow he knew he should leave them there for now. Parting his lips, he leaned forward and took Jake into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the thick girth.

  “Ahh, fuck, Junior. Your mouth is sweet fucking heaven. Suck me.”

  He suctioned his lips around the shaft, and sucked in deep, drawing a growl from Jake’s throat. Fuck! How could he have forgotten how delicious this man was? Memories of the one and only other time he’d given Jake a blowjob came rushing back to him. It’d been in the shower at the hotel and he’d loved every minute of it. He also remembered what he’d done which made the Dom moan in pure bliss. Taking the cock to the back of his mouth and breathing through his nose, he swallowed hard, closing his throat around the tip.

  “Fuck, yeah! Mmmm, fucking do that again, Junior. Damn, right like that. You can use your hands now. Make me want to lose control, baby.”