Power (SEAL'ed Book 4)

by AJ Alexander

“That’s very impressive and very dangerous.”

  “It can be dangerous when we’re on missions, but I’ve gotten pretty good at keeping my head down and running.”

  “Hmm…” is all the response I get. Reaching across the table, I take her hand in mine.

  “Hey, it means that I have damn good stamina, keep in shape, and take orders really well.” Shaking her head, she smiles at me. “There’s that beautiful smile.” A blush once again stains her cheeks, I’m really beginning to love that look.

  “What do you do, Mama?” my voice a whisper.

  “I work for Tore Technologies in LA.” Her back straightening, shoulders squared. This is the woman I’ve come to know.

  “That sounds familiar…” I can’t place where I’ve heard it before.

  Suddenly she laughs. Not just a giggle but a gut-clenching laugh, soon tears are filling her eyes.

  “Did I say something funny?” I’m completely lost as to what has her laughing so hard.

  “Tore Technologies is the leading tech company on the West Coast and it ‘sounds familiar.’” Using her napkin, she dabs at her eyes.

  I chuckle if only the guys could hear this conversation. “I don’t pay much attention to the news,” I say shrugging my shoulders.

  “What do you pay attention to?” The smile in her eyes and on her lips increasing my sense of pride.

  “My Team and you, Mama.”

  “Why don’t you use my name?” she asks.

  “I do. You’re Mama,” I whisper as the fountain show begins across the street.

  13

  DANNY

  Sitting in the back of the car that Mama called for us, we’re heading toward some place called The Tower. I’ve never heard of it, but that doesn’t surprise me.

  “Listen closely. The Tower is a BDSM club, there are rules of etiquette you need to follow. When we arrive, I will knock on the door and security will answer it. We will go into a small room and check in, there will be paperwork for you to sign, including a Non-Disclosure Agreement. Once we enter the club, you will keep your eyes down, arms behind your back, and you will NOT speak to anyone unless asked a direct question. “

  Mama turns in her seat to make sure that I am listening before continuing with her instructions.

  “We have a private room reserved, so we won’t be interrupted. Is that clear? Your actions reflect directly on me, and I am known there.”

  “Seems simple enough, don’t talk, touch or look at anyone,” I respond quickly. She checks to see if I’m fucking with her, but I would never embarrass her. I’ll do as I’m told, especially since I want to be alone with her.

  The car comes to a stop outside of a tall building with ‘The Tower’ lit in big letters across the front.

  “Remember, you will keep your eyes down, hands behind your back, and not speak unless you are asked a direct question. Do you understand Baby Boy?” By the tone of her voice, I know she is in full Mama mode and not to be disobeyed.

  “Yes, Mama.”

  “Good Boy.” Her praise makes me proud.

  Stepping out of the car, I hold the door for her. With a glance back at me, she raises her hand to knock on the door, it takes about five seconds for the door to open. Following behind her, as I’ve been instructed, we stop in a small room. Another door is in front of us, leading to what I can only assume is the inside of the club. The only things in this small room is a counter with a computer that someone is currently clicking away on.

  “Madam Layla, it’s been a while. Who’s your sub?”

  How the hell can he tell that I’m her sub?

  Must be the way I’m standing behind her like a dork.

  “Baby Boy, Alexander will need you to fill out some information.” She steps aside, and I approach the counter. He hands me a few forms, asks for my ID, goes over some club rules, and eventually lets us in.

  The bar is dimly lit, all metal and glass. Very industrial looking. I guess that makes it easier to clean since people have sex in this place.

  The way people are dressed makes me think of paddles, whips, and handcuffs, I want to be a part of this place, these people. They understand us, the strange relationship that is forming between us, my friends sure as fuck don’t understand it.

  Mama starts walking, and I dutifully follow behind her. My muscles are tense from keeping myself in the position she told me too, even though I desperately want to see what is happening around me. My dick is hard enough to drive steel. With all the sexual tension in the room, I’m excited and nervous about what Mama has planned for me, is it going to hurt bad or hurt so good? I already crave the way she makes me feel.

  Heading to the bar, she orders a glass of red wine and a bottle of a local beer. Taking both drinks, she leads us to a table away from the crowd.

  “Sit.”

  Doing as she instructed earns me a smile and the beer put in front of me.

  “Mama?” I whisper to her.

  “Yes, Baby Boy?”

  “Do my hands have to stay behind my back while sitting here? How do I drink my beer with no hands?” My speech flows faster than normal.

  “No, your hands will stay in your lap unless drinking.”

  Lifting the bottle to my lips, I take a big gulp, needing the alcohol to relax a bit. Nerves are running rampant through my body, my heart beating too fast. I’m pumped up, but not, it’s a strange feeling.

  “Relax, you’ll be fine.”

  Her voice calms me. I know she has me, she won’t let anything bad happen to me. I take in the room around me, scanning for threats like I’ve been trained to do, but keeping my eyes down as to not attract attention.

  “How are you feeling?” Mama’s voice brings my attention back to her. She seems so out of place in her flowery dress but picturing her in one of her suits, she would fit right in.

  “Nervous. Excited. Horny.” Hearing her chuckle makes me feel better too.

  “When we’re done with our drinks, we will head upstairs to our room. If you don’t want to do this, tell me now, and we can leave.”

  Something in her tone tells me that she would not be surprised if I called this off, but I’m so curious about all of this that there is no way I’m leaving. I want to know everything about her, this is a huge part of her. I’m staying.

  “I’m good, Mama.”

  She smirks and finishes her glass, prompting me to finish my beer. Leaving them on the table, we stand and head toward the elevators. My eyes down, hands behind my back, I follow behind her like the good boy I want her to tell me I am.

  In the enclosed space of the elevator, I can smell her perfume, the wine on her breath, and my own cologne. All mixed together, it’s the best scent I’ve ever come across. I want to bathe in it, rub my body in it.

  Stepping into the hallway, doors are every ten feet or so on both sides. I have to assume these are the private rooms. It takes me a minute to realize that I don’t hear any voices, thwacking or moaning. The walls must be soundproof, being here and hearing nothing is strange. I’m not sure if it makes me feel better or worse to know that no one would hear me if I needed help.

  Stopping at the end of the hallway, Mama opens the door to our left. She enters and holds the door for me to follow. Before I’m given the chance to take in the room, her voice sounds behind me followed by the sharp snap of the door being closed.

  “Remove your shirt, shoes, and socks. Kneel.”

  Without a word, I unbutton my shirt slowly before dropping it to the floor, kick my shoes off, remove my socks, and kneel. Knees spread, hands on my thighs, head down; just the way she likes it.

  Hearing her heels against the hard floor, she takes a few steps away from me then returns, the edge of her dress brushing against my skin along with a black riding crop. Fuck it’s hot in her hands, dragging it against my shoulder to my chest, down my abdomen then back up and around.

  Snap.

  Mama smacks it against my back, the sound is louder than it should be considering the slight sting
it leaves. My breathing stutters, loving the new sensation. Bending down behind me she whispers in my ear, “I’m going to turn your ass a delicious shade of red before I fuck it.”

  The picture her words paint in my mind along with her breath against my ear has goosebumps prickling my skin. She’s standing in front of me when her dress pools are her feet. It takes all of my self-control not to look up at her to see what she has on.

  “Stand, remove the rest of your clothes.”

  Unbuttoning my jeans, I suck in a breath through my teeth when my dick finally has room. My clothes fall to the floor, and I step out of them, waiting for my next direction.

  Mama drags the riding crop down my chest and gently taps my nuts with it before spinning on her heels and heading toward her next toy. I’m able to see she’s wearing red lingerie, a strapless bra, thong, garter belt, and thigh high nylons. It’s like everything was made especially for her, fitting like a second skin.

  “Come here,” she instructs, my feet start to move before my brain has caught up.

  “This is a spanking bench. You will lean over it, then your hands and feet will be restrained.”

  “Yes, Mama.” Spreading my legs to the width of the bench and bending over it, I wait for her to tie me. The leather of the cuffs warms against my skin, the ties centering me like I’ve never experienced before. Restrained with Mama in control of what happens to me, I have never been more at peace.

  My eyes close, my body relaxing as she trails a hand down my back, just a light touch, enough to almost tickle.

  My breathing is even, muscles relaxed, then SMACK. The leather of the riding crop hits my ass, my muscles tensing at the unexpected impact. The skin stings, but fuck do I like it. SMACK on the other cheek, another groan escapes my lips. Her hand rubs the stinging flesh before she SMACKS me again. My skin is hot and sensitive to the touch. I’m so content at this moment. I don’t know where Mama is, but I know she’s still in the room, I can hear her heels clicking on the floor as she moves towards me. Opening my eyes, I see her toes peeking through her heels directly under my head.

  “Suck my cock, Baby Boy.”

  Lifting my head, I can see my Mama, my sex goddess, wearing a bright red strap-on cock. I’m a little afraid of where this is going to go, but I completely trust her. Opening my mouth, she puts her red cock on my tongue. Wanting to please her, I work my mouth over the rubber cock like I would want a girl to work my own. It feels strange, foreign, but it’s not unpleasant. In and out, as deep as I can, lap at it like a fucking lollypop, over and over until she pulls away.

  Dropping down to a squat, she looks into my eyes, lust, and pride clear in hers. She takes my mouth hard, her hand in my hair limiting my movements even more than they already were. As suddenly as she kissed me, she’s gone again, digging her nails into my skin while she walks around me.

  Cold liquid dribbles between my ass cheeks to my asshole, quickly followed by her fingers. Rubbing the lube into the skin, before one of her fingers breaches me. It feels so wrong but so fucking good. One finger turns into two, thrusting into my ass. She used a plug on me once, this is different, it’s so much better.

  Her fingers pull out, leaving me feeling empty, but the feeling doesn’t last long. The tip of the rubber cock pushes against me. I want to relax, but I’m scared of the pain that will follow.

  Does this mean I like dick?

  Does this make me bisexual?

  FUCK!

  “Relax, Baby Boy. Mama is going to make you feel so good,” she purrs from behind me, her hand rubbing comforting circles on my lower back.

  Letting a deep breath go, I relax and let Mama ease her way in. It’s tight and burns but feels fucking amazing. I whimper, trying to push back against her but my restraints keep me still.

  “Fuck!” I holler when she’s fully seated inside of me. I’m breathing faster, muscles tense, but I want more. “Please move, Mama. Please.”

  With a sharp slap on my ass, she pulls out and slams back in, hitting some magic spot that I didn’t fucking know existed, but I want her to find it again. Right. Fucking. Now.

  Luckily for me, she doesn’t stop, she hammers away at my ass, breaking it in for her. I’m leaking precum on the floor, my balls draw up tight, and I’m ready to explode.

  “I need to cum! Please, Mama! I need to cum!” I shout.

  “I cum first, take your ass fucking like a good boy!” she snarls at me, slapping my ass again.

  My entire body is tight as I try to hold it back, listening to her moans as she gets closer to her own orgasm. She’s almost there, her rhythm is starting to falter, then she cries out, thrusting into me hard and I spray the ground with my cum. I’ve never cum so hard in my entire life.

  Her instrument of pleasure leaves me, and I sag against the bench, out of breath. She releases me and leads me to a bed that I never noticed. The black blanket and sheet are pulled back, ready for me to climb in. I don’t wait for her to tell me, I just climb up and lie down.

  “On your stomach,” she instructs, and I roll over, leaving my bare ass exposed. I’m almost asleep when I feel the bed dip, Mama straddles my thighs, and something cold drips onto my ass before her hand massages it. A deep groan rumbles from my chest as she kneads the sore muscles and sensitive skin.

  When she’s done, she lays down next to me, pulling the blanket over us.

  “Come here, Baby Boy.”

  Turning my head to look at her, her arms are open like she expects me to lay on her chest. Who am I to argue? With the last of my energy, I reposition so her tits are cradling my head, my knee is between hers, and my arm is over her waist. Her nails gently scraping my scalp is the last thing I remember before I pass out.

  14

  LAYLA

  The wind whips through my hair as I fly through the desert, the top down on my cherry red M2 BMW. The engine purrs as I push it closer and closer to its limit, weaving in and out of traffic.

  I can’t get Baby Boy’s smile as he fell asleep out of my mind. I couldn’t stay there anymore, I couldn’t breathe. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, felt like I was suffocating. I’ve been there before, a man promising me he would give me the world, but instead, he took everything from me. I will never be controlled by another human being again. It’s one of the reasons that I took him to the club last night, to regain control, but instead, he just gained more control over my heart. I push the pedal to the floor, willing the car to go faster down I15.

  I continue to weave in and out of traffic, but it’s time to slow down and start driving like a normal human being. Attempting to cut back into traffic in front of a Dodge Charger, the asshole revs his engine making it almost impossible to get in front of him.

  “Alright, asshole, if you wanna play, we can play.” Slowing down slightly, I’m even with the driver side window. Giving the driver a wink, I rev the engine a few times to let him know I mean business before taking off. They immediately follow me taking off down the straightaway before pulling back right before the curve, just enough for me to pull in front of them.

  “What a rush!” I shout as I give the driver a wave, cutting in to take the upcoming curve. As I begin to cut in, I feel the back end of my baby make contact with the Charger and begin to spin. I try desperately to regain control but it’s no use, I’m thrown against the driver’s side door, as the car slams into the hillside. I can hear the sickening crunch of metal as I slam to a stop. Before I have a chance to check my surroundings, I see the Charger I was racing spinning towards me. I feel the car slam into me; the world goes black.

  DANNY

  Slowly, I wake up, remembering my night with Mama. I reached out for her, but my head jerks up when I feel cold sheets instead of Layla’s warm body.

  What the fuck?

  Looking around, I notice that her stuff is gone, but mine is right where I left it last night. Where the fuck is she? Did she run off and leave me here?

  Getting out of bed, I pull on my clothes and go searching for an an
swer. The place looks deserted, not nearly as many people as last night, that doesn’t surprise me. They look to be a cleaning crew, but so far, I haven’t seen any employees.

  “Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find a staff member?” The woman scrubbing the floor looks up at me.

  “Security is in the office.” She points toward a little room near the entrance.

  “Thanks,” I say as I head toward the door and knock. I don’t know what the proper etiquette is for entering or even leaving this place. The door opens, a man with ‘SECURITY’ across his chest waves me inside.

  “Hey man, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do. I came in with a woman last night, but she took off while I was sleeping. The room was reserved in her name. Is there anything you need from me?”

  “I can make sure everything is taken care of, what’s your name?”

  “Daniel Webb.”

  The security guard clicks away on the computer, obviously looking something up. The longer I stand here, the more pissed off I get. I can’t believe she fucking left. This isn’t how this should work, she said if something upsets me, I need to tell her? Well, she’s going to hear about this.

  “Everything’s good to go, have a good day.”

  “Thanks.” Heading out the door, I schedule an Uber to come get me. I’m packing up my shit and getting out of here.

  The Uber doesn’t take long to arrive, but I’m pacing when it arrives I’m still frustrated, but what if it’s more than that? Did I do something wrong? Was I not meant to actually sleep all night?

  “Hard Rock, please,” I tell the driver and comb over every word of our conversation last night. She never told me if we were staying all night or not. Fuck it. I’m pissed, humiliated, hurt. I’m not texting or calling her, if she calls me I’m not going to answer.

  15

  LAYLA

  I slowly open my eyes and take in my surroundings, every part of my body hurts. I have a large pillow braced under my left arm which is covered in a cast from wrist to about the middle of my upper arm, I probably broke my collarbone as well. My left leg is in a cast too, hanging in traction from the ceiling.