Topping the Alpha: Trident Security Series

by Samantha A. Cole

  Instead of taking the advice, Drew crossed his arms and glared back at Nick, who was thrilled, since he was dying for a reason to beat the shit out of the guy. While they were the same height, Nick was broader in the shoulders and chest, and about five years younger. Top it all off with his training and he could take the jackass down in a heartbeat.

  “Listen, kid. I don’t know who the fuck you are and I really don’t care. Jake and I have had a thing going for a long time. You’re obviously just a worthless fling he had while we worked a few things out. And since I’m back, you can take the fucking hike.”

  To punctuate his statement, Drew knocked the pizza to the ground, and that’s all the encouragement Nick needed. He dropped the twelve-pack of cans from his left hand and, at the same time, swung his right fist at the asshole’s jaw, hearing a satisfying crack as he connected. Drew stumbled back a few steps, but didn’t fall. Instead, he bent at the waist and charged, catching Nick in the gut. Damn, this was going to be fun!

  CHAPTER 15

  After checking the time, Jake felt a wave of concern hit him. Nick had been gone for a while and should’ve been back by now. The pizza place was only three blocks away. Normally, he wouldn’t be worried, but with Wagner’s goons out there, he wasn’t taking any chances. Dialing Nick’s cell, Jake mentally cursed when it went to voicemail. “Hey, Junior, hope you’re on your way back. I’m starving.”

  Disconnecting the call, he texted Ian with a quick update on the Alyssa situation. Brody wasn’t going to have any information for him until tomorrow and all was well up at the safe-house. Well, except Tiny was down thirty dollars and Henderson was down twenty—the teenager was kicking their asses in poker.

  Glancing again at the clock on his cable box, his apprehension grew. Shoving his phone into his back pocket and clipping his holstered gun to his lower back, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. He opened it and froze. Someone, most likely Nick, had dropped a pizza and twelve-pack of beer on the ground. Panic assailed Jake, but he swiftly zeroed in on the sounds of a struggle. Dashing around the corner, he came to an abrupt stop and mentally swore.

  While Nick had the advantage, Drew was holding his own as the two beat the crap out of each other. Jake winced as Nick caught the other man on the chin, sending him flying backward. Fuck! They’d kill each other if he didn’t intervene.

  Channeling his inner Dom, he barked, “Enough!” and both men froze. They were panting heavily and it was evident neither one wanted to stop. Nick took a threatening step forward and Drew sneered, egging the kid on.

  Jake knew it wasn’t going to take much for them to start up again. “Don’t fucking do it, Nick. Get your ass inside.”

  Halting in his tracks, Nick’s glower stayed pinned on his rival. “Not until this fucking asshole leaves.”

  Drew clearly didn’t know when to quit. “Afraid of the competition, you little prick?”

  Great. Just what Jake needed right now—two jealous submissives in a pissing match, trying to mark their territory. Rolling his eyes, he stepped between them and pushed Nick back a few steps. “Knock it off, both of you. Nick, get inside. I’m going to have a quick chat with Drew.”

  “Jake…”

  “Now, Nick.” The deep, ominous rumble left no room for discussion.

  The kid glared at him, but, thankfully, heeded his order, giving Drew the finger as he turned around and stormed back to the condo. The Dom turned to his ex, who was wiping the blood flowing from a nose which hopefully wasn’t broken. “What are you doing here, Drew?”

  “Well, forgive me, Jake, but I thought I was supposed to call you and set up a date to talk. When you didn’t return my calls, I decided to swing by. Didn’t realize you were baby-sitting.”

  Jake growled at the sarcasm. “He’s only four years younger than you. And next time you decide to egg a guy on, you might want to make sure he’s not a SEAL.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what he is…he’s an asshole getting between you and me.”

  Crossing his arms, he frowned at the other man. “There is no you and me, Drew. What we had was over a year ago. I shouldn’t have agreed to a date with you the other day. Honestly, I saw Nick approaching us and was trying to discourage him from getting too attached.”

  Drew scoffed as he turned to leave. “Well, I can see how that fucking worked out for you. When you get around to dumping lover-boy, give me a call. If you’re lucky, I might be available, but I doubt it.”

  Jake stared at the other man limping toward the parking lot, thankful Drew was leaving. He would call him in a few days, after the guy had cooled off, and let him know in no uncertain terms they were through for good. But for now, he had his submissive to take care of. Turning the corner of the building, he spotted the beer and now-upside-down pizza still on the ground. Sighing, he picked them up and then re-entered his condo, kicking the door shut with his foot. “Nick?”

  He wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. Dropping their dinner on the dining table, Jake went in search of him. He strode into his bedroom and found Nick in the attached bath, cleaning the blood off his face and hands. From what Jake could tell, it was mostly the blood splatter from Drew’s nose. Nick had removed his sneakers and torn T-shirt, standing there in only his faded jeans. Jake’s mouth watered as he eyed the perfect, nude torso. Leaning against the doorjamb, he crossed his arms and kept his voice stern. “Feel better, now that you’ve kicked someone’s ass?”

  “Yeah, I do. Especially since it wasn’t just anyone’s ass, but that dickhead’s. And by the way, he started it.”

  Jake rolled his eyes. “What are you, in kindergarten? I don’t give a fuck who started it, I’m just glad neither one of you got hurt more than this.” He gestured toward Nick’s bruised chin, ribs and bloody hands. “I really don’t think Drew wanted to explain to his police chief that he got into a fight with his ex-boyfriend’s new boyfriend.”

  Reaching for a hand towel, Nick paused. “He’s a fucking cop?”

  “Yeah, he is, not that it matters. He doesn’t want the drama of his private life to invade his professional one, so he won’t make a stink over this.”

  A silence fell over them as the younger man dried his hands, face, and sculpted chest. Jake’s eyes followed the towel’s progress until Nick tossed it on the counter and took several steps forward, stopping inches away from his lover. The Dom raised his eyebrow, but made no other movements. Using one finger, Nick seductively traced the left bicep bulging from beneath Jake’s T-shirt. “So, I have a new title now, other than submissive, boy, or Junior, huh?” When Jake narrowed his eyes in confusion, Nick added, “New boyfriend?”

  “Caught that, did you?” he murmured, his voice becoming huskier as his desire grew.

  “Yeah, I did…Sir.”

  Jake’s lust flared as his cock hardened with that one word. The kid wanted to play, huh? Well, that could be arranged. Dinner could wait. “Strip the rest of your clothes off and present next to the bed. I’ll be right back.”

  Not pausing for an answer, he turned around and walked out to the foyer where one of his toy bags sat in the closet. Knowing it was completely stocked with whatever he needed, he didn’t bother to look inside as he carried it back to the bedroom. Tossing it on the king-size bed, he beheld the sight before him. Holy shit! Tan, muscular, and naked, the kid was fucking gorgeous. And he’s all yours, to do with as you please.

  Nick was on his wide-spread knees, hands in the at-ease position, and head bowed. Stepping forward, Jake placed a hand on Nick’s head and growled when he leaned into the touch. “Fuck, baby, you don’t know how much you fucking please me. But I’m going to show you.”

  Without lifting his head, Nick answered, “Thank you, Sir.”

  Smirking at the ‘damn, I’m good’ tone in his sub’s voice, Jake pivoted toward the bed and dragged his toy bag closer. “But first, Nicky-boy, you have some punishments owed to you.”

  Nick’s breath hitched, but he didn’t say a word—snarky or not. Trying not t
o let out a chuckle, Jake bit his tongue while pulling out what he needed. While on the flight home earlier, he’d run a few possible punishments through his mind. The one he’d settled on was partly inspired by something Mistress China had told him about how she’d disciplined her last submissive. He lined up a blindfold, lube, new ass plug, wrist cuffs, and a nine-tail flogger where his sub would see them in a minute. While he still had to sit down with Nick and go over his limits, he didn’t think any of this would be something the kid couldn’t handle. But just to be sure...“What’s your safe-word, Junior?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  “Good. Use it if you need to. If you’re unsure of something, use the word ‘yellow’ and I’ll slow things down, so we can discuss your fears.”

  Still with his eyes downcast, Nick snorted. “Not sure if you remember, but I’m a U.S. Navy SEAL. Hoo-yah. I doubt there’s much you can legally do that will scare me.”

  “Next rule, Nicky-boy, is back-talk will just make your punishments longer. But feel free to keep racking up the minutes. Now, stand and kneel on the bed with your head down and that sweet ass in the air.”

  Nick’s ankle joints cracked as he straightened, but he did as he was told without complaint or sass, even after eyeing the toys on the bed. Once he was in position, Jake opened the new package and applied a generous amount of lube to the butt plug. Before tossing the tube aside, he gave a quick squirt of the cool gel between his sub’s ass checks.

  “Fuck, that’s cold!”

  “Don’t worry, babe. It’s going to get hotter in a few minutes.” What the kid didn’t know was the ginger lube would soon create a burning sensation, lighting his ass on fire, and making him wish for the coldness. Pulling Nick’s ass cheeks apart, Jake rubbed the plug over the puckered hole a few times before pushing inward. “Relax. I’m much bigger than this plug and you took me just fine.”

  He eased it past Nick’s sphincter and then dragged it in and out a few times, fucking his moaning sub. It wouldn’t be long before the kid started feeling the first part of his punishment. When the initial curse was spat out, he knew it’d begun.

  “Fuck, Jake! What the fuck is that? It fucking burns! Shit!”

  Jake grinned. “That, Junior, is ginger lube. And don’t worry. It only feels like your ass is on fire. It’ll be gone in a few hours.”

  “Hours? Fucking-A!” Nick shoved the comforter in his mouth and bit down on it, muttering his curses into the bed.

  Pushing the plug all the way back in, he left it there. “While I’m washing my hands, stand up, but don’t lose the plug or I’ll extend your already long punishment.” When Nick mumbled something under his breath, Jake placed a hard slap on his bare ass cheek. “What was that, subbie?”

  “Shit! Nothing, Sir.”

  “Didn’t think so. Make your way out to the living room and wait for me.”

  Jake took his time in the bathroom, knowing he would be laughing his ass off at Nick trying to shuffle out to the living room without losing the plug that he probably wanted to rip out right now. After removing his socks and sneakers, he changed into a pair of sweats, leaving his T-shirt on. Might as well be comfortable, even if his sub wasn’t. Grabbing the blindfold, leather wrist cuffs, and flogger, he strolled out to the living room. Nick was standing next to the sofa, with his ass, fists, and jaw clenched. This time Jake couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “The ginger lube sucks, doesn’t it? By the way, clenching your ass makes the burning worse…oh, wait…you have to do that, so you don’t lose the plug.”

  Growling, Nick glared at him. “It’s nothing I can’t handle” When Jake raised an eyebrow at him, he added, “Sir.”

  Pushing the coffee table out of the way, he pointed to a spot in front of the sofa. “Present here, facing the couch.” When his order was followed, he stepped behind Nick and quickly attached the cuffs to his wrists, making sure they weren’t hindering his circulation. A clasp hooked the two together, one on top of the other, so his hands would be completely restrained, yet leaving his ass cheeks vulnerable. Next came the blindfold. “Hope you’re not scared of the dark.”

  Nick just snorted, but then frowned when Jake turned on the TV with the remote. Ignoring him, the Dom walked into the kitchen, taking the pizza and beer with him. The twelve-pack, minus one, went into the fridge, and then he took a moment to rescue the cheese and pepperoni from the top of the pizza box before throwing two slices on a plate. Carrying his dinner back into the living room he took a seat on the couch, setting the beer on the end table with a coaster.

  Lifting his bare foot between Nick’s widespread knees to his semi-erect cock and balls, he caressed them gently while explaining, “Here’s how this is going to work, Nicky-boy. I’m going to get comfortable, watch a bit of the hockey game, have my dinner, and drink a beer, while you stay right like that. Whenever I’m in the mood, I’ll give you some attention…which you may or may not like. Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum or lose that plug. If you do, then we’ll start all over. Any questions, subbie?”

  CHAPTER 16

  Nick groaned when Jake’s toes curled around his now erect cock, the thick callouses rubbing against smooth, hard flesh was making his legs quiver. He desperately wanted to pump his hips forward, but knew from their first night together it would only result in adding to his punishment. “For how long?”

  “Until I think you’ve learned your lesson about disobeying me and letting your jealousy rule your mind. And until you remember to use the appropriate title of ‘Sir’ when we’re in D/s mode. You’re a little lax on that rule.”

  Shit. He’d already learned the lesson…but the jealousy thing, yeah, that might take a while. He wasn’t used to that emotion. The last thing should be easy enough—he’d been using the title for years in the Navy. “Yes, Sir.”

  With his eyes covered, Nick’s other senses increased ten-fold. He could smell the pizza as well as Jake’s unique scent—both making his mouth water. The hockey game was playing out behind him, but he tuned out the announcer and the roar of the crowd. Jake’s foot continued to fondle his cock and balls, making Nick harder by the second. But it was the burning sensation deep in his ass which he couldn’t ignore. Every time he tried to relax, he felt the butt plug shift and he refused to lose it. Jake wanted to push his limits and stamina…well, Nick was up for the challenge…in more ways than one.

  He could hear the faint sounds of Jake chewing his pizza and occasionally taking a sip of beer to wash it down. The foot left his groin and he wondered what was coming next. He waited…and waited. Knowing what Jake was doing—mind-fucking him—didn’t make things any easier, even though it was a technique he’d been subjected to many times over the years while training with the SEALs. Inhaling deeply, he concentrated on relaxing every part of his body…with the exception of his ass, of course.

  Without warning, something slapped softly against his right thigh. It took a second to realize it was the supple leather strands of the flogger he’d seen on the bed earlier. Moments later another strike landed on his left thigh. They didn’t hurt—far from it. Instead, the knotted strands felt like a caress—his lover’s caress—and Nick’s heart-rate and breathing increased with arousal. His cock hardened the point of pain and a low moan escaped him.

  “Like that, Nicky-boy?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Well, don’t get too comfortable. After all, this is a punishment.”

  Nick wasn’t expecting the next strike to land between his thighs. “Fuck!” Gritting his teeth, he growled, but remained still. It wasn’t long before the brief pain in his balls, morphed to something more…something he couldn’t explain…something he wanted more of. He heard Jake stand and sensed the Dom moving past him. The flogger landed, softly again, on his right shoulder, followed by the left one. He noticed Jake was being careful not to hit any of the bruises from his tussle with the ex-dickhead. Stroking his body, the leather strands began to dance up and down his back, but as soon as his shoulders relaxed, a hard strike l
it up his ass cheeks. Fuck!

  “Ask me for another, Nicky. Beg your Master for another across your ass.”

  Swallowing hard, Nick ground out, “Please, may I have another, Sir?”

  Another strike landed, harder than the first.

  “Again, Junior.”

  “Please, Sir, may I have another?”

  The routine continued several more times, Nick actually lost count, until his ass was on fire as much as his asshole was. A thump behind him, told him Jake had dropped the flogger and Nick tried to concentrate on his breathing instead of what might happen next. He had to be crazy…he’d just gotten his ass whipped and all he wanted was to beg for more…to beg Jake to let him cum because he was harder now than he’d ever been in his life. His ears strained to hear what Jake was doing, and when he heard the leather of the couch creak, he knew the other man had sat back down. Yet again, Nick waited…and waited.

  This time the lull was longer, each second of unbearable silence grating on his nerves. His head hung forward between his shoulders. His cock throbbed with need. His lungs heaved for oxygen. And his heart swelled with…love? Fuck! How the hell had that happened so fast? He thought he’d fallen in love a couple of times over the years, but he now knew those times hadn’t been the real thing—not even close. This was the first time he thought his heart would break and never recover if the feelings weren’t mutual. It was the only time his lover’s pleasure and approval meant more than his own. If this wasn’t the real thing, it was pretty damn close to it and only a matter of time before he fell hopelessly and irrevocably in love with Jake Donovan.

  Endless minutes and two commercial breaks from the game had passed until a hand closed around Nick’s sensitive cock and he bit his bottom to keep from begging for release. He was positive Jake would only delay it further. The rough skin of a working man’s hand dragged against his hard flesh and he felt pre-cum ooze from the slit. Beg. Beg. Beg. Don’t beg. Fight it.

  “Do you want to cum, Nicky?”