Page 47 of Sub Mission

“Just try to shake me, big guy,” I answered.

“No more misunderstandings, lies, half—-truths, or assumptions,” he added. “We tell each other everything and never assume anything.”

“Oh, shit, guys!” Landon’s voice interrupted our private love fest. “What in the fuckity fuck is the director doing here? She just pulled into the driveway. I swear on all that’s holy that I had permission to use the company jet.”

Uh oh. There might have been one more thing I hadn’t told Seth. When I heard Sammie stomping up the stairs, I knew it was too late to try and cover my ass now. The shit was about to hit the fan.

“The director? How do you know the director?” Seth asked.

Before I could answer, Sammie rounded the corner, hands on her hips, and looking ready to rip some heads off. I wasn’t even certain it was the heads that sat on top of shoulders, either.

“Landon,” she nodded in his direction but never took her eyes away from Seth. “Agent Wilkinson,” she moved in closer, her eyes glaring, “it’s finally nice to meet you in person instead of talking on the phone.”

Seth rolled off the bed and stared at her, a confused expression on his face.

“Uh, Seth, this is Sammie,” I said. “She, uh, yeah, she used to be called Mistress Samantha.” I grinned sheepishly. “You know, before I met and fell in love with you.” When I’d returned home from Miami, I’d been up front with Samantha right away, and told her our professional relationship, in the clubs, not at work, was officially over. I’d gushed about having fallen madly in love with Seth and revealed my hopes and prayers that he felt the same and would come for me. She’d promised he would, there was no way he did not love me back, she’d vowed. As the days passed with no word from him, she’d gotten madder and madder at Seth, threatening to fire him. I’m sure she was joking, but she also mentioned having him ‘knocked off’. Just in case she hadn’t been kidding, I’d quickly explained I’d have her ‘knocked off’ if she did. My threat hadn’t seemed to bother her much, so I added Esmerelda, her beloved dog into the mix. She totally got the picture then and never mentioned making Seth vanish again. After that conversation, it was merely chopping his balls off and feeding them to him.

It was during those conversations that I’d taken to calling her Sammie. Mistress Samantha didn’t work anymore and after all we’d shared together, Miss. Strickland didn’t fit either. We’d both settled on Sammie. I would always love her but had never considered beingin lovewith her…not like I was with Seth. I’d known there was something different from the very first scene Seth and I shared together but had tried to chalk it up to him being my first male Dominant.It hadn’t been that. It hadn’t been that at all. My heart had recognized him immediately as my soul mate. The rest of me had caught up and agreed with the revelation fairly quickly. It was hard to imagine that we’d only been thrown together for a few days, but he’d managed to change my entire world.

Seth’s eyes were suddenly as round as silver dollars. “Your Mistress is the director of the agency? You never thought to mention that to me, Baker?”

“Thought about it,” I squeaked. “Then thought maybe I shouldn’t. Anyway, she’s my ex-Mistress…and sheownsthe company.”

“Oh, shit,” Landon, who had tried to be invisible up until this point, muttered. He was standing in a corner of my bedroom, trying to blend in with the navy walls. Hmmm, it wasn’t working for him. “Couldn’t you have shared some of that information with me, Director Strickland? It might have made things easier.”

“No, I couldn’t, Landon. I didn’t need Baker getting any special treatment, good or bad, because of who he associated with. I’m well aware of the tight relationship you have with Agent Wilkinson and I simply couldn’t trust you not to tell him.” She turned and stared him down. “If it had been pertinent to the assignment, I would have shared it.”

After she finished silencing Landon, Sammie moved around the room until she stood nose to nose with Seth. Yeah, she was incredibly tall for a woman, and just had thisthingabout her. When she walked into a room, you knew she was somebody not to be trifled with. Seth straightened his back and met her gaze. “I’m sorry, Mistress. He belongs to me now.”

Those words did really nice things to my belly, like riding a roller coaster. Funny, my few days with Seth had been a non-stop thrill ride…one I didn’t intend on ever getting off of.

“Why in this world do you think I’d give him to you?” she questioned arrogantly. “When I allowed you, another Dom, to touch him, I distinctly recall telling you not to hurt him.” She stepped closer. “I also distinctly recall you vowing you wouldn’t. I accepted your word because you’re a respected Dom in the community. Now? Well, let’s just say, it all hinges on your next words,Sir,” she threatened…or maybe mocked, I wasn’t sure which.

“Because I’m in love with him.” Seth looked down at me and added, “And he’s in love with me.”

She smiled. “Well played…well played. He’s all yours.” Her grin became sinister. “He’s behaved like such a child over these past two weeks. He’ll need disciplined for that. Did you just hear him say he would bitch-slap me?”

“Yes, ma’am, I did,” Seth answered. “I assure you, I’ll take care of it.”

“Promises, promises,” I answered.

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