Page 12 of Sub Mission

His arms released me instantly and I fell onto the floor, landing on my sore ass with a hard enough thud to make me hiss in pain. I crab-crawled away from him until my back hit something solid, ending my retreat. Seth sat calmly on the couch, watching my clumsy escape. His jaw twitched but it was the only movement of his entire body.

Panic clawed at my belly as I looked around the room.Where in the fuck were we? Within a few seconds, I knew. Although I’d never seen the penthouse that was to be our temporary home, I knew that’s where he’d taken me.How long had I been out? How did we get here? Question after question slammed through my head…only to be replaced with visions of what happened once we entered the club—beginning with the meeting with Javier and ending with my punishment for being disrespectful to my Dom. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected when I’d dreamed up the brilliant plan of covering up my pouting by playing the naughty sub. What Ineverimagined was him forcing me on my knees in front of everyone, making me lick his cock, through the denim of his jeans, of course, and then, to my humiliation, drape me over his lap, pull my jeans down, and spank my ass…like a child. And then, just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, it started…the floating…the spiraling out of control. Again, the club sounds, loud and rowdy, sounded far away and the only focus I had was me, Seth, and the gift he was giving me.

Then, the exquisite, comforting, and peaceful darkness.

My actions were abso-fucking-lutely-ridiculous. I was addicted, and Seth was my drug of choice. No matter what he did, my body responded obediently. Sure, my brain tried to rebel, fight off the unfamiliar urges, but it was clearly a damned losing battle.

I didn’t know if I should be furious with myself, disappointed with myself...or proud of myself.

He rolled a bottle of water across the floor toward me. “Drink.”

For the first time since I’d experienced my first BDSM session, I wanted to rebel at even the simplest of tasks. What was wrong with me? “How did we get here?” I asked while removing the cap from the bottle and taking a swig of the cool water.

“Bentley—the same way we got to the club.”

“No! Here! How did…how didIget here?” I motioned wildly around the room.

“I carried you,” he answered. “Drink it all, Baker. You sweated a lot and you’ve been out for nearly thirty minutes. I need your fluids replenished.”

“You carried me? Of course, you did. Why not? I couldn’t walk, right? I was incapacitated. No worries. It happens all the time.” I needed to escape. Hide. Run away. The problem was, it was me I needed to hide from—not Seth. I made a huge gesture of looking around the penthouse living room. “Nice digs, huh? I guess we are rich. I hope you took the elevator and not the stairs. I’m not a light-weight. Were there people in the lobby? How many people saw it? Was I drooling? Should I have…?”

Seth held up his hand for me to stop talking. “Just breathe, Baker. It’s a natural reaction to the chemicals your body releases from the pleasure you receive from the pain. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you should be proud. You have an ability…agiftthat not many people are able to achieve, no matter how hard they try or how much time and training they invest. Why does it bother you?”

I looked away, ashamed. I shouldn’t enjoy the feelings coursing through my body. I shouldn’t crave another man’s hands on me. The visions that intruded into my mind, no matter how hard I tried to push them away, shouldn’t be there. They were dangerous. I could easily see myself confusing reality with fantasy.

A horrible thought crashed into me. “Did I suck your cock?” My eyes bore into his. “Tell me, Seth! Did I?”

He looked amused. “No, Baker, you didn’t. Why would you think you did?”

Because I’d imagined it when I knelt in front of him. His scent was strong and mixed with a hint of musk. The bulge at his crotch had called out to me and I’d wondered what he tasted like. Did that part of him smell as good as the rest of his body? Would his cock be thick or long…or both? Would it fit in my mouth or choke me when he pushed too far down my throat? Would it feel like velvet or steel inside my mouth?

“No reason,” I answered, bewildered by the direction of my thoughts and the disappointment I felt upon hearing I hadn’t gotten the opportunity to let him fuck my mouth.

“Drink the rest of the water, Baker. Don’t make me tell you again.”

I gulped the rest of the bottle down and tossed it aside. I’d tried being mad. I’d tried pouting. What would be my next game plan to purge Seth from my soul?

I stood up, wobbled, steadied myself and then pulled my body up into perfect posture. “Which room is mine?” I asked. “I need a shower.”

Seth stood up, crossed the room, and wrapped his hand against my upper arm. “This way,” he ordered as he pulled me down the hall. We passed one bedroom door and then pushed the second door open. “This is your room, Baker. Come on, let’s get you to the shower.” He kept pulling at my arm and I kept following. Once inside the luxurious bathroom, he began stripping my clothes off. It wasn’t sexual. His movements were gentle yet firm and he had me stripped in seconds. “Don’t move,” he told me as he moved toward the shower, turned the water on, and waited until he felt like the temperature was acceptable. When he was satisfied, he motioned for me to step underneath the hot spray. I hissed when the water made contact with my burning ass and he quickly turned me around. “I have some cream for that. I’ll put it on you once you’ve showered.” He looked at me and asked, “Do I need to wash you? If you’re too weak, I’ll handle it for you.”

I wanted him to, but I also knew my body couldn’t handle more of his…touch. Not yet. Every inch of my body was over—sensitized, and Seth was responsible for that sensitivity. Damn him. “I’ve, uh, got it,” I answered weakly. “Can I be alone for a few minutes? I…kinda need it.” I forced myself to look him in the eye and added, “I promise I’ll yell if I feel dizzy or weak.”

He studied me, looking for dishonesty, and finally agreed, “Okay, but yell, Baker. I’ll be here within seconds. I’m going to grab the cream and I’ll wait for you in your bedroom. Don’t bother getting dressed yet. Your ass will appreciate my medicated cream.”

I nodded because it was all I could do. If I opened my mouth, I might beg him to stay. When I closed my eyes, I could see his hands, slippery with soap, washing the sweat and dried cum from my body. “I’m good. Please leave.”

“Are you sure, Baker?”

“More than sure,” I growled. I expected him to get angry or frustrated with me. Instead he chuckled softly…which was even worse, I supposed.

“You are definitely going to keep me on my toes. First my aftercare isn’t enough and now it’s too much.” He ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp in the process, and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll get there in due time. It’s a learning process for both of us…Baker.”

He left the room, pulling the door toward him but leaving it cracked so he could hear in case I needed him. How in the hell did he know what him saying my name did to me? Why did it do something to me? I pushed the thoughts away and rushed through the process of scrubbing myself clean. It was my cum dried on my skin, not his. Seth had yet to get anyreliefduring our encounters. I had to be honest with myself, I sucked as a Dom’s sub.

It would have been easy to stay hidden in the shower and contemplate my shortcomings, but I knew if enough time passed, Seth would come after me. With my body clean and hair washed, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed an extra fluffy towel—where did they find towels this fluffy?Thankfully, it was as soft as I imagined clouds would be and wasn’t too rough on my abused flesh. After wrapping the towel around my waist, I brushed my teeth. Flossed. Shaved. Towel dried my hair. Cleaned up the mess I’d made in the bathroom. Used the toilet. Paced the confines of the super-sized room a couple of times. Then, and only then, did I admit I’d run completely out of stalling methods. It was time to face Seth and his delightful cream, which I assumed he intended to rub on my sore ass. Nice.

His words about the aftercare popped into my head. He was one hundred percent correct, but, in my defense, the first time had been his problem, not mine. Tonight, however, was all me. The thing was, I suspected I knew what both our problems were—we’d each enjoyed the encounters more than we’d known we would. Seth had wanted to dislike me…to prove I couldn’t be a worthy sub since I wasn’t gay. My goal had been to prove him wrong. I’d known my training would get me through any stumbling blocks he tried to throw my way—well, except for the one where my body, the damned fucking traitor it was,wantedhim. In all the possible scenarios I’d tumbled around in my head, this had never been one of them.

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