Power (SEAL'ed Book 4)

by AJ Alexander

  I get up and head toward the door. “Jonathan, why must I keep reminding everyone, I don’t make mistakes. Second, the only thing I did to Timothy was refuse to suck his dick.”

  Answering the door for the courier, I sign for the package. “I may have also left him unable to stick it in anything for the foreseeable future, but no matter. I closed the deal, don’t worry your pretty little head.”

  “You need to stop scaring the clients, dear sister.”

  “Frankly, dear brother, you all need to stop underestimating me.”

  With that, I end the call and toss my phone on the bed and have a seat. I need to get through this contract before I leave. I’ll send off an email to my assistant to get the ball rolling, she’s pretty much the only competent one in the entire office.

  After what feels like hours, I roll my neck and growl as I try to release the tension. Sitting with my head bent, crossing out addendums and making changes took longer than I thought. If Timothy thinks he is going to get one over on me, he has another thing coming. Just as I grab a pen to get back to it, my phone chirps signaling an email. I needed to take a break anyway, I open my email and recognize an unknown email address. However, the subject line catches my attention.

  “There’s no way in hell he’s that stupid,” I growl to no one in particular. Opening the email, I’m met by a delicious sight. My Baby Boy dressed in the most delicious white uniform. Thoughts of ripping that uniform off his body while he takes me deep against a wall has moisture pooling between my thighs.

  “I can’t even control my fucking body over a damn picture!” I immediately look at the number that follows the message and dial it. He’s going to be punished thoroughly, and neither one of us are going to like it. He picks up on the first ring,

  “Mama, you missed me?”

  “Where are you?” I growl into the phone.

  The excitement that I heard in his voice as he answered the phone is immediately replaced by sorrow. “I’m sorry, Mama.”

  “Not sorry enough, Baby Boy.”

  “Can I apologize properly,” a husky tone takes over his voice. I bite my lip to keep the moan of pleasure from escaping.

  “No... we will no longer be meeting this upcoming weekend. I will check my schedule to see when I can see you again.”

  “Mama! Please,” he sounds on the verge of tears, but I will break him. I’m in control not him, and he needs to learn this lesson, unfortunately for him, it will be the hard way.

  “Next time, behave. Don’t message me, email me, or contact me unless I tell you to. If I want something from you, I’ll ask for it.” I hang up the phone, a sharp pain immediately rips through my chest. I feel a yearning to call him back and tell him I changed my mind, to beg him to come to my room and take me against the wall like I imagined.

  No! I am in control, he will be trained. Yes, I love riding his dick, and he gave me one of the best orgasms of my life, and for that, I will put up with the trouble of training him.

  Training a sub is tedious even when they’re familiar with the lifestyle, someone brand new is exhausting. I need to break him, he is making me feel things that I’ve locked away for such a long time. Breaking him will give me my control back, without control over those emotions, I’ll be swallowed again. I refused to lose myself like that again, never again.

  I’m startled from my thoughts by a knock on the door.

  DANNY

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I race to her room hoping she’s still here. Something was off when she answered the phone, I immediately knew that I was in trouble, but she didn’t want to punish me. She wants me, I know it, but the desire to be in control must be overriding her need for me right now.

  This connection between us must be new for her, damn it’s new for me too. She needs to feel in control again, but she needs an orgasm more. I’ll happily oblige for both as long as she opens the door for me.

  I can barely keep still as I wait for the damn elevator to climb to her floor, as soon as the door open I make a beeline for her door and start knocking.

  Please open the door, Mama.

  Let me help you, please.

  The door swings open, my eyes meet the carpet. She’s furious, I can feel the heat of her anger coming off her in waves, but it’s not all directed at me. I’m sure it’s all because of her reaction to me in that picture, but I’m not the only one she’s angry at.

  “Mama, please let me help you,” I whisper, still standing in the hallway.

  “Help me?” Each word drips with venom.

  “Whatever you need, just let me in.”

  My pulse is pounding in my ears so hard, but I will take whatever she needs to feel better.

  “Please, Mama.”

  Stepping back, she opens the door for me. I don’t dare move until she’s given me permission, I don’t dare push my luck.

  “In.”

  Without a second thought, I step over the threshold and wait. She needs to cum, but I’m not sure if she’ll let me touch her. I want to push her up against the door and fuck her brains out. I bet she’s dripping wet for me, my jeans tighten to an uncomfortable level with the mental image.

  She hasn’t moved away from the closed door, breathing hard, trying to figure out what to do with me.

  Fuck it.

  With my head still low but my eyes on her, I prowl towards her.

  “Did I say you could move?!” Her screaming in anger is almost as satisfying as her screaming pleasure, that’ll be next.

  She seems scared of me, backing away until her back hits the door. Once I’m within reach, she slaps my cheek hard. The resounding smack echoing in the small space, but I won’t be deterred, moving faster than expected I force her mouth to mine.

  She bites my lips, making me aware she’s not going to take this from me, that would’ve been disappointing. Her hands snake under my shirt before her nails claw down my chest, leaving bloody scratches in her wake, but I don’t care. I can take it.

  I pull at her tight pencil skirt ripping it off along with her panties, tossing them to the floor. Catching me off guard, she pushes hard against my chest. I stumble backward into a wall, and she jumps, wrapping me in her arms and legs while she once again attacks my mouth with her teeth.

  Securing her body to mine, I once again push her flush against the door and reach for my cock. Sliding the head through her slick folds, slamming inside her without warning. Hooking my elbows under her knees, I fuck her hard against the door.

  Ripping her lips from mine, she throws her head back against the door and screams as I fuck her cunt. With her neck exposed, I lean in and bite her. It's only fair that we both walk away with marks to commemorate our time together. I’m sure my chest looks like I got into a fight with a mountain lion, she can deal with a fucking hickey.

  The second my teeth latch onto her neck, her pussy tightens around my cock.

  “That’s right, Mama. Cum for your Baby Boy,” I growl into her ear before tugging on her lobe with my teeth.

  Moving us to the sink, I set her down on the counter, and continue to hammer away at her pussy, she needs to cum at least one more time.

  With her hands-free, she slaps me again, a snarl coming from my chest in response. Her body starts to tighten again, her chest and face flush red before her eyes roll back in her head and she screams for me a second time. Once her pussy lets go of the death grip on me, I lean over her, putting my face into the crook of her neck.

  “Can I come, Mama? Please. I need to cum.”

  “No, get out.”

  With a whimper, I nod. “Yes, Mama.”

  6

  LAYLA

  Once the door closes behind him, I swallow down the scream begging to rip from my chest. The way he took me against the door, pounding my pussy into submission, was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.

  “No,” I whisper into the empty room.

  I sit up, hissing in pain as my skin stretches from the marks he left on my
body. Memories begin to filter through my mind as I make my way toward the destroyed bathroom. I turn on the shower, hoping to wash away the memories along with his smell from my skin. As the room begins to fill up with steam my anger rises. I face the mirror; a look of disgust covers my face as I look at my reflection.

  “How could you be so stupid! Another man, controlling you and your emotions. When will you learn.”

  I turn from my reflection and hesitate before I get into the shower, I know I can never see my Baby Boy again. He makes me weak, something I’ve sworn I would never let happen. I reach in and turn off the shower, I may not be able to see him, but I can smell like him a little bit longer.

  I feel deliciously sore as I pull my suitcase behind me down the hall. I push the button to call the elevator to the floor, memories of our first meeting filter through my mind. The desire and need I feel for my Baby Boy, even now, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before even with Mason. I still remember the first night we met, the way Mason possessed my mind, body, and soul.

  “Hey gorgeous, let me get you a drink?” he said as he slides into the seat next to me at the bar.

  I was in Seattle for a Tech conference with my brother, but as usual, he left me to chase a skirt.

  “Look, you aren’t going to get anything from me. Save your stupid lines for someone else.” I don’t even take the time to look up from my martini. I continue my drink in silence, hoping the voice has found someone else to bother. I lift my glass to order another drink when one suddenly appears in front of me. Turning to my left, I notice the most gorgeous set of chocolate brown eyes.

  “Thank you.” My skin heats as I take a sip.

  “Now, accepting a drink wasn’t so hard. I’m Mason, and you are?” He reaches out and grasps my hand, placing a gentle kiss on my wrist. I gasp in surprise as an electrical current travels up my arm.

  “Layla. Layla Torrez.”

  I never would have thought the chance meeting with a charming man would have been the end of the person I was. Shaking the morbid memories from my mind, the elevator finally arrives, and I climb in.

  Once I arrive in the lobby, I head to the front desk to check out.

  “Who the hell do you think you are, Snooty Bitch?”

  I turn to find a man, standing a little over six feet, muscular, and brown hair stalking toward me. The woman hanging off his arm, with amazing legs comments, “Good one,” receiving a high five from another girl walking closely behind them.

  Obviously, he has lost his mind because no male or female for that matter lives after speaking to me that way. After turning to thank the clerk, I head toward the couple.

  “You either have me mistaken for one of your hoes, or you are mildly delusional. Neither of which I have time for, so say whatever it is you have to say and get out of my way.” I tap my foot, waiting for one of them to respond.

  “I don’t know if I want to slap her or fuck her right now,” one of the females says. “Avery, get your mind out of the damn gutter. You won’t be fucking anyone but me. Hi, I’m Amber. The one with the big mouth is Avery, and the big lug that doesn’t think before he speaks is Charlie.”

  I raise my eyebrow. “Charmed.”

  “Seriously, that’s all you have to say after what you’ve done!” Charlie bellows.

  “Clearly, I have no idea what you’re talking about. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on my way. Whatever it was, I’m sure I did it on purpose, and it made me a lot of money.”

  I step around the group and head toward the valet, as I hand the ticket over, Amber comes running out of the sliding doors.

  “I’m sorry for all of that in there, but you got the wrong impression. We don’t want anything from you. We are just worried about your relationship with Newb?”

  “What is a Newb?”

  Amber body begins to shake with laughter. “Not what but who. I hear that you picked up our little Newb last night after almost running him over.”

  “Baby Boy?” Amber looks at me in surprise before a soft smile graces her face, shaking her head ‘yes.’ “Well, nothing to worry about. We had a fling, two consenting adults. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t see what there is to worry about.”

  The valet pulls up with my car, placing my bag in the trunk and holding the driver’s side door open for me. I head toward my car and climb in.

  “It was nice meeting you and your friends Amber, but I must be going. I hope you can put everyone’s mind at ease. Baby Boy is fine, no harm done. I can say he probably harmed me more than I harmed him.” I couldn’t stop the small smile that graced my face before I shut the door behind me and floored it.

  DANNY

  I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid Charlie forever, but I had hoped I would make it back to San Diego first. The pounding on the hotel door, tells me I’m not that lucky.

  “God damn it, Danny! Open the fucking door!”

  I don’t need another lecture from him, last time I checked he wasn’t my damn dad. I’m an adult and can make my own choices without having to ask his or anyone else’s permission.

  I’m in no hurry to deal with him, so I continue packing while he is slamming his fists on the door. When I finally pull the door open, his fist is raised, ready to strike again. He’s tense, red, and pissed off. I know I’m in for a screaming match, maybe even a few punches, but I’m done listening.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you have to say, Charlie. So, you can turn your ass around right now.” I leave the door open, as I turn to finish gathering my shit. I know there is no use in avoiding him, might as well get this shit over with now. If Charlie has something to say he is going to say it.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he yells as he enters the room, slamming the door behind him.

  “I’m going home.” I keep my voice even and in control, there is no use getting upset. What happened between Layla and I was amazing, and I am not the least bit ashamed of what went down.

  “You’re a dumb fuck! Ignoring me when I’m trying to help you is one thing. But walking out on Logan and Katie’s wedding before it even fucking started? I should knock your ass out right now. How dare you disrespect either of them, but especially Katie. She has gone out of her way to include you, and this is how you show her your appreciation?!”

  That was a low blow, and he knows it, the only person on this whole team that has ever given a shit about me is Katie. “You have no idea what you’re talking about! Why all of a sudden do you, and everyone else wants to pretend like you give a shit. You don’t even fucking like me. I saved your life, so fucking what. Debt paid, whatever, now leave me the fuck alone.” I head toward the door and hold it open waiting for him to exit.

  “Right now, I don’t fucking like you, but you will explain yourself to me.” We stare at each other for what seems like hours, but is probably only a few minutes before Charlie takes a deep breath,

  “Some bitch almost hits you with her car, snaps her fingers like she’s calling a dog, and you get in! What the fuck were you thinking? She could have shot you the second you got in. You think about that? NO!”

  The anger I have been desperately holding in check begins to rage through my veins as I let go of the door and rush toward Charlie, gripping him by the shirt and lifting him into the air. I use the strength I didn’t even know I had to pin him to the wall, anger rolling off me in waves,

  “Call her a bitch again, I’ll knock out your teeth. You don’t know anything about her. Did you know that I’ve met her before? Did you bother to ask, no? All you saw was me making a decision for myself that had nothing to do with any of you.”

  I drop him, and he falls to the floor. Shock evident on his face, I’m not sure if it is from my strength of the fact that I stood up for myself. I’ve always taken their shit, done whatever it was that they asked or wanted of me to not make waves. Not this time, not when it comes to Layla. No one disrespects her and gets away with it, not even the Team. For the first time, I have a reason to sta
nd up to them. I have something to protect, even from them.

  I grab my bag off the bed to leave. Before I make it out the door, Charlie mumbles something from the floor.

  “I knew you were making a bad decision that could potentially put the entire team at risk!”

  His statement froze me in place. I put this Team above everything else. They are my family, the only people I have in this world. For him to think that I would knowingly put them in danger,

  “I would never put the team at risk, the fact that you would say that means you know nothing about me at all.”

  I leave Charlie sitting on the floor as the door closes behind me. I have no idea what is going to become of Layla and I, but right now she is the only person in this world that knows anything about me.

  The ride home isn’t filled with the same excitement as it was on the ride here. I feel as if my entire life has changed in this one weekend. I met Layla and discovered that the people I called my family for the last few years don’t know anything about me at all.

  I want to call Mama, I want her to tell me that everything is going to be okay. I want her to wrap me in her arms, I want it all. All these feelings are new, and terrifying at the same time, but I will do everything in my power to make sure that I can have Layla in my life for the long haul.

  As if she knew my thoughts, my phone blinks with a text from Mama.

  “Sorry Baby Boy, but things change. This weekend was fun, but Mama can’t play anymore. I hope you understand.”

  Where the hell did that come from? Before I have a chance to second guess my decision, I immediately dial her number and wait for her to pick up. Fuck, she sent me to voicemail. I can’t say that I’m surprised, but she is going to hear what I have to say even if it’s through a recording. I wait for the beep.

  “Mama, please don’t shut me out. I know you can feel the connection between the two of us. I’m your Baby Boy no one else’s. I’ve never been in a relationship like this before, so I don’t know all the rules, but you can teach me. No one has even noticed me before, given me the time of day until I met you. The things I feel when I am with you when you dominate me, are unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Please just give me another… “