Page 10 of Sub Mission

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.

As best I could gather, Baker had returned home to take care of last minute issues involved with disappearing from your regular life for what might be up to several months. I hadn’t seen or heard from him again until it was time for us to board the plane and head out to Miami. It was an early morning flight and he looked like he’d rolled straight out of bed, ran his fingers through his hair, threw on comfortable traveling clothes, and ran into the airport without a moment to spare. Trying to make amends, I’d given him a pleasant greeting…which he’d answered with a grunt. His eyes were just as blue as I’d remembered, even when I’d tried to convince myself I had to have been mistaken, but there were dark circles beneath them, like he hadn’t gotten enough rest.

I’d asked if he felt okay, and I’d gotten another grunt. He pretended to sleep through the entire flight, never once peeking his eyes open, but I’d known he was awake. By the time we landed, I’d been afraid my teeth were ground down to nothing. More than anything, I wanted to bend him over my knee and spank his ass until he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. I settled on ignoring him in the same earnest way he ignored me. We were acting like children.

As soon as we’d settled into the Bentley Landon had arranged to pick us up, Baker had shuffled over into a corner and played on his phone. I was seconds from calling him out when my cell rang. It was Landon, checking up on us, no doubt.

“Seth,” I answered gruffly. At least Baker’s eyes had left his phone and now stared at me as he waited to see what Landon had to say. I was certain we were both afraid another sub had been taken. “What’s happened?” The plan had been for us to land, head straight to the penthouse, and spend the evening getting acclimated with Miami. I suspected the plan had already changed.

“Hey, everything going okay? Any problems with the flight or the transportation arrangements we made for you?”

“Nope, we’re all good,” I answered. “The kid can’t keep his hands off me but, other than that, everything’s going smoothly.”

Baker snorted but I could see he fought not to grin. Good. Hopefully, he didn’t enjoy the quiet game any more than I did. On top of that, we were supposed to be lovers as well as Dom and sub. Anybody who might have watched our departure or arrival would have thought we were mortal enemies, thrown together to see which one of us would survive.

Landon laughed. “Yeah, I bet that’s exactly how it’s going. Listen, there’s been a change in plans. Javier wants you guys to drop by the club…like…now. Is that possible? I know he’s jacking our plans around, but the guy’s terrified something’s going to happen before we can get in there and stop it. He said he’d like to meet with both of you, which is a common practice if any new Dom or sub plays at his club. Discuss the plan and then maybe, if your boy’s ready, put on a small performance. Apparently, it’s a busy night for him and he’s hoping you’ll give this son of a bitch something to focus on…other than another helpless young man.” Landon coughed, and I knew damned well it was his nervous cough. He’d promised something he probably had no business promising. “I’ve assured him when this jackass, murdering, son of a bitch sees you and Baker together, he’ll never look at another sub. I, uh, didn’t overstep, did I? I mean, I don’t know much about BDSM or any of the shit that goes on in the clubs, but I know you two looked damned hot together. Can you and Baker make it happen tonight? Work some magic?”

I noticed two things at once—Baker’s knee started bouncing nervously and his eyes turned from me and he stared out the window. The kid wasn’t ready. I’d pushed him too hard…lost his trust. “Not gonna make any promises, Landon,” I answered. “Agent Daley and I will play it by ear. If we’re ready, we’ll give them a performance. If not, we’ll give them a different kind of show.” I smiled softly. “Baker walking around the club, acting submissive will be enough to draw the attention away from every other fucker in there and straight to him. Trust me on this.”

Baker’s head whipped around, and he stared at me with a strange expression on his face. The hardness that had been in his eyes all morning dimmed.

“Sound okay to you…Baker?” I asked, making sure when I said his name, it reminded him of what we’d shared. That was one of my hard lines when we’d been making the arrangements—Baker kept his first name. I wasn’t a fool. I’d noticed his responses when I’d called him by his given name. I was Seth Deveraux—the name I always used as a Dom.

“Yes, Sir.”

His face pinkened. My cock hardened.

“Let me tell the driver we’ve changed our plans,” I said into the phone.

“I’ve already changed the GPS coordinates. He knows where to take you and will wait there until you leave.” I heard him take a deep breath. “Stay safe, Seth.”

“Always.”

“Keep Baker safe,” he ordered gruffly.

“Always.”

Thank goodness Baker hadn’t heard that exchange, he would have most certainly gotten angry when Landon implied he needed me to keep him safe. I’d taken the time to watch his training videos. He knew his way around defending himself and beating the shit out of somebody. Yeah, I’d jacked off to those training videos so many times I was afraid I’d have carpal tunnel by the time we boarded our plane this morning.

As soon as I hung up, Baker said, “So we’re headed straight to the club?”

“Yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Don’t worry, I won’t have you doing anything you aren’t ready for. We aren’t going to rush things just to make Javier happy.”

He shrugged. “I’m ready for whatever you want to do. I’m no fool, it’ll look even more appealing to the crowd if they think you’re pushing my limits.”

He looked me dead in the eye, the hardness back again, and said, “I’m angry with you for how you treated me after our session the other night. You dismissed me like I wasn’t important to you. If you’re nearly as experienced as they say, you knew damn well how vulnerable I was at that moment. It wasn’t…professional.”

I appreciated him calling me on it and doing it soon enough that no more bad feelings simmered between us. He was right, I’d been completely wrong. “I apologize, Baker. You’re right. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t,” he snapped, acting every bit the pouting sub.

“Thank you for addressing the issue. I should have been more respectful of your needs.”

He snickered. “Oh, I only addressed the issue now because I think it’s best you know what you’re up against.”

I frowned.Up against? We were on the same team. “Explain yourself.”

His eyes sparkled with mischief…maybe mayhem, I wasn’t sure which. He shrugged again. “If your sub misbehaves tonight, you’ll know why.”

I started to argue then slammed my mouth shut. Shit, the other Doms would salivate if Baker was naughty and I ended up having to discipline him in front of everyone. Hopefully, whoever this son of a bitch was that we were after would stand up and take notice, as well. I leaned back against the seat and answered, “Well, you know what happens to subs who misbehave and embarrass their Dom, don’t you?”

“I’m planning on it.”

I literally had to reach down and adjust my cock before it burst straight through the seams of my jeans. His bottom lip actually pouted. It was the sexiest damned thing I’d ever seen in my life.

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