Page 21 of Sub Mission

Chapter 7

Seth

I stood in the entryway, staring at Baker’s ass as he walked away. When he turned into the opening of his bedroom and quietly closed the door, I hissed out a string of curse words. I’d done something to upset him. What had I done? One minute there was a fire in his beautiful blue eyes and the next second, the fire flickered and then dimmed to nothing.

I went over the words in my head. Nothing. What could have upset him about his safety word reminder? I was only trying to take care of him. I was afraid that he, like me, had allowed lines to get blurred. Was his obvious desire to submit forcing him to follow my demands, even if he found them…repulsive?

Fuck no, he’d purred too loud last night.

Continuing to curse, I headed to my own bedroom, showered, dressed in tight leather pants, boots, and added a chest harness that made a crisscross pattern over my upper chest. I dressed the part, but my mind still worried about what had triggered the change in Baker. Had I scared him in the gym? Sure, I’d been fairly explicit when describing what I had planned for him in today’s session, but he’d been turned on to the point that anyone could have seen the outline of his cock through his baggy sweats. If they were partially blind and missed that, they surely wouldn’t have missed the wet spot on the front. He’d been aroused by my dirty talk.

What the fuck happened?

Still pondering the question, I went online to Javier’s club to see if there were any comments, and my eyes widened in disbelief. There were over five hundred comments regarding the scene between Baker and me the previous night. There’d been maybe fifty people in the club and that had led to five hundred comments?

I smiled. This was exactly what Landon had hoped for.

With all the online chit chat regarding the new sub, nabbing Baker would be a wet dream for this guy…whoever he was. I should feel ecstatic—we’d catch the son of a bitch even faster. The problem was, I didn’t want my time with Baker to come to an end.

I was so fucked. Without understanding how I’d managed to let myself fall so far and so fast for a freakin’ straight boy, I headed toward the room we’d designated the playroom.

Inside the makeshift playroom, that was minus three-fourths of my toys, held none of my hand—made sex furniture, and didn’t begin to have proper acoustics for an acceptable sound system…I found the only item that truly mattered—Baker. He was naked and kneeling next to the door. As I looked him over, I noticed most of the tension had left his body. I wasn’t surprised, he truly did enjoy submitting and it calmed his soul.

“You’re a big hit in Javier’s online chat room,” I told him. “You’ve done very well, Baker. I’m pleased with you.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He paused and then quietly added, “I’ve enjoyed myself…immensely.”

I couldn’t stop the smile the words caused to form on my face. “Yes, Baker, so have I,” I told him. “However, after some…explorations last night, it appears that my sub’s ass is a bit tight. The game we played at Javier’s last night will be forgotten and the crowd will be hungry for more. Are you ready to try more?” I bent down in front of him and used the tip of my finger to lift his chin. “How far are you willing to go, Baker?”

He paused, blinked, and answered, “As far as necessary, Sir.”

I chuckled. “I doubt that.” I walked to the center of the room and said, “Crawl to me, Baker.”

Without hesitation, he dropped his hands to the floor and crawled in my direction. It wasn’t a seductive tease crawl like a lot of my subs had used in the past. No, it was an honest—to—God crawl. He couldn’t have looked sexier if he’d trained in a harem somewhere.

When he stopped in front of me, I said, “Very good. I checked Javier’s online chat room and it appears my sub is the absolute talk of the Miami BDSM world. You’re doing very well.”

I looked down at his shoulders and noticed he was tight and tense. Frowning, I wondered what troubled him. We’d disagreed about many things and out and out fought over others, but in the playroom, participating in a scene, he’d thus far been spot—on, and it was because he enjoyed it. Baker was naturally submissive and had been trained well. His body and mind automatically performed perfectly once he placed himself in the proper environment. What was different today? Was it because of what happened last night? Neither of us discussed it—just tucked it away like it never happened. I assumed that’s what he would want.

Of course, it could always be that after last night, after things turned somewhat intimate, maybe he didn’t feel comfortable in his submissive role with a male Dom.

Whatever the reason was…regardless of who or what was to blame, I didn’t play with someone if they weren’t physically and mentally involved. The world was too dangerous for there to be any hint of hesitation.

I reached down and brushed his hair aside, tucking some behind his ear. “We’re finished for today, Baker. Thank you for trying. Get dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room.”

His head snapped up and his eyes were wide as saucers. “Wh-what did I do wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing,” I answered firmly. Squatting in front of him, I said, “Baker, you are more than perfect for any Dominant, male or female. Your submission is the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received. You aren’t at fault in any way.”

I started to stand back up, but he yanked me down. “Then why are you ending the scene? I…I thought we were…experimenting with things today. You said there were things we needed to do to prepare for our next appearance at the club.”

He acted panicked and I hated seeing the look on his face. It made me want to kiss away his fears…but he’d made it plain kissing was the last thing he wanted from me.

“I can read your body, Baker. You don’t want to be here, doingthis. It’s okay not to want to participate. If you aren’t in the mood or just don’t want to do it with me, you don’t have to today, tomorrow, or ever again and that will be fine. Forcing someone, physically or mentally, is unacceptable.”

His eyes dropped to the floor, looked around the room, and then back to me. I tried to prepare for what was about to come out of his mouth. If I’d learned anything about Baker, it was that he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind, even when it made him uncomfortable. Right now, I could see how he struggled to find the words to explain what bothered him.

After several seconds, he said, “It isn’t that I don’t want to be here with you, Seth.” He paused and took another deep breath before plowing ahead. “It just seems…not right, you know?”

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