Page 9 of Sub Mission

Once outside the playroom, I strode to my bedroom suite, rushed to take a quick shower, and pulled on some sweat pants and a T-shirt. I tried to wipe away all memories of what just took place, but even if I could remove them from my body, there was no erasing them from my head. Snapshots of Baker submitting so beautifully to me kept blasting through my mind, tempting me. Angrily, I shoved them aside and strode into the living room a full five minutes before Baker should be crawling out of my bed.

One of Landon’s eyebrows arched upward as he stared at me. He slowly looked me up and down and then settled on locking with my eyes. “How the mighty are fallen,” he whispered, but there wasn’t any cockiness or laughter in his voice. “Are you going to be able to pull this off, Seth? I never once thought that maybe this would be difficult for you.”

“Of course, I can do this. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I growled, shutting down his father/son talk before he could get it off the ground. Now wasn’t the time. No, never would be more like the best time for that discussion. “Did you bring the portfolio for the assignment?” I asked, swiftly changing the subject. “How quickly can we get started?”

Landon huffed in irritation but pulled two portfolio folders from his briefcase. He tossed one in my direction and held the other in his hand. “Will Agent Daley be joining us?”

I glanced down at my watch and calculated the time it would take him to get dressed. He was pissed, so he’d be fast. “Any second now,” I answered.

At that moment the door to the playroom opened and then slammed shut hard enough that the neighbors below would probably wonder if I’d just keeled over dead and would be coming through the floor. As much as it pissed me off, I still had to bite back a smile. I liked sassy, just another one of my boxes Baker could check off. Perfect.

Landon took over the meeting, giving both of us time to sulk, I supposed.

“Have a seat, Agent Daley. Wonderful performance. Agent Wilkinson feels confident the two of you together will attract enough attention that our mark won’t be able to pass you up.” He handed a portfolio to Baker and motioned for him to take a seat next to me on the sofa.

He took the far end, opposite me.

“Review the file and know everything in there, upside down and inside out, before this weekend. We’ve already rented you a penthouse suite located four blocks from the club that seems to generate all the unwanted attention from this…admirer. Javier Flores owns the club and is the man who hired us. He’s beefed up his security at the club, but all the subs have been taken from different places—none from the club. Not only is this nut job ruining Javier’s business, he’s murdered two close friends. The local PD is doing their thing, but, needless to say, they aren’t willing to get as…involved as we are. I would like for us to avoid having to deal with them at all, but you know the rules, we don’t piss in their backyard.” Landon got up from his seat and started pacing around the room. “Since Agent Daley will be the likely target, if our perp keeps the same MO, I don’t feel at all comfortable allowing him to be alone at any time.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at both of us, and I knew what was coming. Lord help me, I knew what he was going to insist upon. Hell, I even understood it and would have demanded the same thing. I also knew it was going to be virtually impossible for me to not cross a line with Baker, living under the same roofandparticipating in scenes.

A line had already been crossed—he made mefeelsomething.

“You’ll be living together in the penthouse as a couple.” He held up his hand and said, “Before either of you start complaining, I assure you there’s two equally large bedrooms and another room that can serve as a playroom,” he paused, smiled, and added, “for practice, of course.”

I heard Baker snort in disgust. That or he’d dozed off. I glanced over, his eyes were alert and the frown on his face looked like it would be cemented there for the duration of our assignment.

“You’ll have support members serving as protection, but you won’t even know they’re there. You two will need to do your own thing and they’ll do theirs.” Landon turned to me. “Javier tells me that your reputation precedes you, Seth. That’s good. He felt like with the majority of members having already heard of you, it’ll be easier to integrate the two of you into the club without raising any warning flags.” Turning to Baker, he said, “I’m going to be honest with you, Agent Daley. He’s worried about you and your role. He doesn’t think you can pull off subbing for a Dom instead of a Mistress.” He smiled. “When I leave here, I’ll call to reassure him of your capabilities.”

“You mentioned we need to be prepared by this weekend. Does that mean we’ll begin putting everything in place by then?” Baker asked.

I could have imagined it, but it sounded like he was in a rush to get it started, just so he could get to the end.

“Yes, Baker.” Landon paused and asked, “Is it okay for me to call you Baker?”

“Of course.”

I liked that he didn’t add the Sir.

“The two of you will move into your new love nest in Miami on Saturday. I have movers getting the penthouse ready for the two of you now. You’ll each have a wardrobe chosen by Miami designers, a fully stocked kitchen, and luxurious vehicles to drive. They’ve chosen the wealthier subs in the past, so you’re both getting lucky in that department.” He looked back at me. “The last thing they are working on is the list of your, uh, toys that you’ll need for the playroom in the new suite. Are you sure you need all those things, Seth?”

“They wouldn’t be on the list if I didn’t need them, Landon,” I answered as politely as I could. Since Baker hadn’t been given the opportunity to shower, he still smelled like sex…and it was driving me wild. I wanted to bend him over the nearest surface and fuck him until he couldn’t think of another person, man or woman.

“Do I even want to know why you’d need a,” he looked up and down the list and then continued, “A metal spread anal lock and key?”

“Shit,” Baker muttered under his breath and the tips of his ears turned a pretty pink.

And, just like that, I was having fun again. “Because it’s the most comfortable and efficient way for me to open my sub’s anus and then lock it into that position.” I stood up and said, “Let me go grab the one I usually use and demonstrate it for…both of you.” I smiled down at Baker. He flipped me the bird.

Within seconds, I was back, holding the metal instrument in my right hand. I displayed it to both of them and explained, “See, once this portion is fully inserted into the anal cavity, I simply push this back portion of the plug and it causes the inserted portion to expand. Once I have it as wide as I enjoy, I can secure it with this lock and then hold the key hostage.” I looked at Baker and said, “It’s an excellent training device for those who haven’t had much…ass-play and it’s also a decorative way to display my sub to other Doms…or Dommes, of course.” I laughed, Baker’s face was turning a very sickly shade of green. “I can keep them spread and exposed for as long as my evil heart desires.”

Baker refused to meet my eyes, no matter how long I stared in his direction. Landon leaned in and said, “Are you certain you have a heart, Seth?”

Well, that wasn’t very nice.

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The rest of the week had flown by and I hadn’t seen Baker again after he’d left my apartment…in a huff. Again, I didn’t blame him. The moment he’d entered my world, I’d done nothing but try to push his buttons. I’d gone for shock value when Landon had opened the door with his metal spread anal lock and key question, and I was fairly certain I’d succeeded. Baker hadn’t looked at me again the rest of the evening.

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