Page 32 of Sub Mission

Chapter 9

Seth

He’d taken fifteen hard swats before we’d entered the club. Before I’d finished with him, his gorgeous bubble butt had been a bright pink. With the last six, I’d had to grip his balls tightly to keep him from coming. He was so deliciously responsive. The spanking had been his punishment for sassing me, but he’d gotten the last word…and his punishment for me had been even worse.

He’d made me dance. I hated dancing. I could swing a whip with the grace of an Olympic ice skater, but when it came to dancing, I’d missed the gene.

On about the fifth song, he’d taken pity on me and told me I could grab us a table and some drinks. That was something I could do and do well. My size alone intimidated people to get out of my way. When I added an angry scowl to my face, they skittered like scared kittens. Before the next song had ended, I’d scored us a booth next to the dance floor and had me an Old Fashioned and him some fruity cocktail thing he’d asked for. I think he’d called it a Singapore Sling.

He hadn’t noticed I had a table for us yet. Of course, how could he? He was surrounded by other dancers and having the time of his life. The dancers around him were girls—there were always plenty of straight girls at gay clubs and somehow, they’d managed to swarm Baker like bees would a honey comb. The thing was, I wasn’t sure if that made me jealous or just a tad angry. I decided to let it be neither and just be thankful that the girls were keeping the majority of guys away from him.

Just when I congratulated myself on that accomplishment, two guys wrangled their way through the chicks and started bumping and grinding. I saw red. Pure red. And in my mind, it was their blood. When one of them reached out and touched Baker’s side, I stood up, ready to destroy the man who touched what belonged to me. Before I could take one step though, Baker’s head whipped around, and he smacked the guy’s hand away. There was a startled look on his face. Surrounded by women, who’d been touching him all night, I had no idea he’d known it was a guy, but apparently he had and it pissed him off. When he turned to rally against the first one, the second guy touched his side, just like the first one had, and he whipped around to face him. Both guys raised their hands in defeat, apologized, and stepped away.

Baker searched the crowd for me and I waved him over. He looked pissed. Good. My boy didn’t want another man touching him. I liked that. It made some silly feeling flow through my blood, warming it in a captivating way.

He stomped over toward me and collapsed into the booth. The frown was still plastered on his face as he grabbed his drink, shoved the straw into his mouth, and sucked nearly half of it down. “Stupid sons of bitches,” he muttered and then finished the rest of the drink with his second suck on the straw.

My mind, sick bastard it was, immediately went to how well he’d suck cock.

“What’s up, Sweet? You don’t like the boys touching you?” Him not wanting other men touching him definitely made him sweet instead of tart in my eyes.

“Nah,” he muttered then his eyes snapped up to me. “I mean, yeah, definitely, but that wasn’t the biggest problem. If it was just the guy thing, I would have pointed toward you and they would have high-tailed it to safety. I already had a plan in place.”

Another Singapore Sling magically slid in front of him. The waiter, a cute twink in go-go shorts said, “An apology from two assholes who apparently tried to feel you up on the dance floor.” He looked me up and down and, after melting into a puddle of goo, said, “As if you’d give them the time of day when you’re with this hunk of muscle.” He puffed some air out and added, “And you wearing a collar, too. Assholes. Enjoy the drink, cutie.”

With that, he flounced off and I turned my attention back to Baker. He’d already slurped down half the drink before I could tell him not to drink it. I never drank anything I didn’t watch the bartender fix himself and I wouldn’t have allowed Baker to, either. Looks like I was too late.

“What’s got you so fired up?” Suddenly it dawned on me. “Did they say something to you? Do I need to kick their asses?”

He grinned. “I’d like to see that, actually. That may make me a snotty bitch, but I’d still like to see you knock them both on their asses.” He reached around and rubbed one of his sides and then the other. “They shocked me with something. Assholes.”

“What?” I practically screamed. “Shocked you? Like with a taser? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, Seth. I felt it. It hurt like a motherfucker.” He kept rubbing one side and then the other. “It still stings.” He frowned. “There’s a welt there, in each spot. Damn! I should have punched them.”

Fury ripped through me. I knew shit like this went on in every bar, but I’d never really encountered it in my small circle of the world. I fully intended to make sure whatever taser they’d used on Baker ended up shoved so far up their asses it would poke out of their mouths. I leaned over and said, “Listen to me, Baker. I want you to sit here. Do. Not. Move. I mean it, Baker. I need to know I can trust you to wait right here for me.”

He gulped another slurp through his straw. “What are you doing? Are you going after them? Cause if you’re going after them, I’m going, too. It was me they zapped. I deserve to get to be the one to zap their asses back.”

“I understand how you feel, but I don’t feel good about this. Promise me you’ll wait right here. I’ll only be a few minutes.” I smiled and nodded toward his drink. “Finish your slurpee and I’ll be right back. Oh, and don’t drink anymore. I have a standard rule that if I don’t watch the bartender fix the drink, I consider it unsafe to drink – just for future reference. Will you stay here and be a good boy for me?”

He rolled his eyes and pouted. “Fine. I’ll stay here, but, just for future reference, I don’t think you’re being fair. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” he huffed.

“I’m well aware of that, Baker. Sit tight. I’ll only be a few.”

Satisfied that he’d do as I asked, I quickly moved through the club towards the back area. Both guys had left the dance floor and I’d seen them headed toward the bathrooms. I hoped to hell that I’d find them there. The rage rolling through my body was much more than the fact that somebody had violated another person’s body—that was bad enough on its own, and would always make me angry. What I was feeling, though, had a lot more to do with how I felt about Baker. He wasmine. Nobody touched what was mine and I protected what was mine…at all costs. Those sons of bitches were going to pay. Landon would be delighted when he ended up having to bail me out of a Miami jail.

For Baker, I’d deal with Landon’s wrath. Hell, for Baker, I’d deal withanything.

I tore down the darkened hall and the scowl on my face must have said it all, people skittered out of the way like terrified ducklings. None of the faces in the hall matched the two idiots who accosted Baker, so I yanked the door open to the men’s room. There were a couple of blow jobs going on in corners, some men cleaning up at the sinks, and a few at the urinals—none were my men. There were six stalls and each one was occupied. The polite thing to do would be wait for them to finish. Number one, I wasn’t polite. Number two, Baker was alone while I did this, which meant there was no time for politeness. Before I’d finished, I’d ruined six doors and terrified eight people. Yeah, two were double occupancy, which I guessed was better than the two couples sexing it up out in the open. After mumbling a few apologies and making a mental note to make Landon send the club owner money to repair the doors, I left the men’s room and headed toward the bar. It was a huge circular bar that could seat about thirty people and, of course, even more stood around like buzzards circling the dead as they waited for a seat. The men weren’t there either. I looked at the dance floor, but it was so wild and crowded, it would be impossible for me to find them without fighting my way out there amongst the partiers and hunt through them.

Of course, it was exactly what I was going to do after I checked in on Baker. They might not be making it easy on me, but I wouldn’t give up.

Still cruising on anger, I bumped my way through the crowd to make my way to our table. When I was three steps away, my anger was suddenly directed to someone else entirely—Baker. He hadn’t followed my orders. The table was occupied with another couple and Baker was nowhere to be seen. I was going to spank his ass until he wouldn’t be able to sit for at least a week. Stomping my way over, I glared down at the two men who’d taken up residence at our table. One was a bigger guy like me and his date was an effeminate twink. When they noticed me standing over them, their eyes sparkled with interest…until they took a good look at the fury on my face. The interest dissolved immediately.

“Can I help you with something?” the bigger guy asked.

I took several deep breaths to try and control my anger and then said, “There was a guy sitting here—black hair, blue eyes, dressed in all black. Did you see him or was he already gone before you go here?”

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