Page 17 of Sub Mission

He frowned. “Making me beg is rude, Seth.”

I pushed one digit against his hole and his mouth snapped shut.

“Oh, fuck. Okay. I’m good.”

I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face when I looked down at him. He was concentrating so damned hard. “You know I haven’t done anything yet, right?”

“So help me, Jeezus, I’m going to kill you one day,” he muttered, and then opened his mouth to say something else.

My finger slid inside…shutting him up.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I said. My eyes were locked on the spot where my finger disappeared inside of him. His inside walls were hot and clamped greedily on what invaded him. I pushed deeper and watched as he arched his back off the mattress. The stroking of his cock had grown faster…more desperate.

“Yeah, that. There.”

He’d suddenly turned into a bossy little sub…and I liked it. Hell, I liked everything about Baker Daley. I slid my finger the rest of the way in, pushed, pulled it almost completely out, and then went deep again. Again and again, I worked my digit inside him, loosening the tightness and allowing him to relax. Using my knees, I lifted his hips a bit and rested them on me, tilting him upward enough to give me an even better view. The cords in his neck strained and sounds of pleasure spilled from his lips. He was gorgeous.

When I thought he’d loosened up enough, I stretched him more by adding another finger.

“Hmmmm,” he responded and then used his free hand to begin fondling his balls.

“Do you like your taint played with?” I asked right before I rubbed a finger over the spot and then pushed against it. His back arched gracefully again.

“Uh…yeah. Who doesn’t?”

The lube had mixed with his precum and dribbled over his balls, taint, and slowly slid to the hole I had plugged with my fingers. The way his hand vigorously worked his dick caused a wicked sound to tickle my cock. I kept a finger pressed against his taint but crooked the ones inside of him, searching for his sweet spot. I found the nub of nerves and pushed against it.

It was all it took to send him over the edge.

“Arrgghhh!” he roared as he bucked his hips one last time and spurted cum all over his chest and stomach. His balls emptied load after load.

When I could finally pull my eyes away from the pattern of white coating him, I looked at his face and the look of pure pleasure caused me to shoot my own load, mixing it with his. I’d never in my life come without anyone touching me or without some physical stimulation…before Baker. Post Baker—my life would never be the same again. I knew I traveled down a dead end path, but I couldn’t stop. I’d picked up too much speed. There was no turning back at this point.

When our breathing settled, and I thought there was a chance I might have the strength to stand up, I gently eased his legs back to the mattress, slid off of the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Wetting a washrag, I cleaned myself up and then ran warm water over another cloth for Baker. When I walked back into the bedroom, he was still lying in the same position. For a few seconds, I thought he’d drifted off to sleep but when he turned his head in my direction, his eyes were open—wide open. He looked…terrified.

“Hey, it’s okay, Baker. You were experimenting, nothing more. A lot of men do it. Don’t put too much thought into it.” All my words were wrong—the opposite of what my heart wanted me to say. With a determined step, I crossed the floor and said, “Here, let me clean you up.” He didn’t move as I gently wiped him clean with the warm rag. If I wasn’t mistaken, he was on the edge of a panic attack, and when he went off, it would break my damned heart.

And I hated myself for that fucking weakness.

“I’ll clean away all the evidence and we can pretend it never happened.”

Words. Stupid words. Ignorant words. Untrue words. They kept falling out of my mouth.

Knowing there was a good chance our voyeur was still looking through his telescope, I tossed the rag in the direction of the bathroom and climbed into the bed with Baker, careful not to touch him. Leaning up, I retrieved the blanket I’d arrogantly kicked aside earlier and pulled it over us. The room was quiet—him on his side of the bed and me on mine. I wanted to hold him, to somehow make his discomfort and denial go away, but knew it would probably result in a wrestling match which wouldn’t be able to be explained to whoever watched us.

One minute of silence passed. Two minutes. Three. At least he wasn’t having a hissy fit—not on the outside. I was sure he was dying on the inside. Four minutes before the deafening silence was finally broken.

“Seth…I think we have a problem,” he said in a low, quiet voice.

Here it came.

He wasn’t going to be able to work with me anymore. What just happened could never happen again. Or one of my personal favorites—I’d misconstrued his actions and thought he wanted something he really didn’t.

I’d expected this moment and thought I’d feel nothing but anger and bitterness. Instead of those emotions, though, I felt…grief—a sadness I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Dealing with anger would have been so much easier.

“What’s that, Baker?” I asked. My voice sounded defeated. Hell, Iwasdefeated.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when he rolled over, tucked his head beneath my chin and draped one leg over both of mine. One of his arms ended up across my stomach with his palm resting against my side.

“I, uh, don’t think I’m as straight now as I was this morning.”

I’d been through a lot in my life, both good and bad. I’d learned to roll with the punches and not let life surprise me enough to knock me flat on my ass. Baker had just knocked me on my ass. Of all the words I’d expected him to say, those weren’t anywhere on my radar. A wave of happiness washed over me so fiercely that I almost giggled out loud. I felt my mouth form a huge smile.

“Baker…I don’t think that’s a problem.”

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