Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“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.
******
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.
We’d spent another hour reviewing the portfolio, getting our new identities, and having a conference call with Javier Flores—digging any and all information we could from him. Baker must have ordered pizza and had it delivered to my apartment because it magically appeared, and I knew Landon hadn’t been responsible. He knew I tried to stay on a healthy, high protein diet and would have never tempted me with steaming hot, delicious smelling, cheese—oozing, thick crust pizza.
I ate over half the pizza, fighting Baker for the last piece, and had to pull an extra hour in the gym the next morning. Actually, I probably didn’t have to—I’d burned hundreds of calories jacking off to images of Baker inside my head once they’d left, but I did it as another way to punish myself.