Page 14 of Sub Mission

Chapter 5

Seth

I leaned my head back against the tile of the hot tub and stared up at the stars. It was a beautiful night. The temperature and pulsating massaging of the tub’s jets were perfect. After two sandwiches, my stomach was full and the two empty bottles of beer on the edge of the hot tub had been deliciously cold and hit the spot. Our first night at the club couldn’t have gone more perfectly if I’d handwritten the entire evening myself. The meeting with Javier went well—he was a man desperate to catch the motherfucker trying to destroy him and those he cared about. When Baker and I went out into the club, my pouty sub had every Dom eating out of his hand in the first thirty minutes. The fuckers had literally followed him around like he was a dog in heat. It had taken every inch of willpower in my body to not rip each of their heads off. For Baker’s part, he seemed totally oblivious to the impact he made. The other subs were green with jealousy—none of them were nearly as gorgeous, responsive or magnificently trained as Baker. If we were there to get attention, Baker had ensured the night to be a huge success.

Yes, the night had been sheer perfection…except I was in the hot tub alone and Baker was in his bed, sleeping like a baby. My cock was harder than it’d ever been in my life. I’d jacked off twice in the hot tub, each time imagining how gorgeous Baker’s ass had looked across my lap. Or the way he melted against me when I’d carried him out of the club and then up to our new penthouse. Or the way he’d licked his lips hungrily when he’d been on his knees in front of me, eyeing my cock like a hungry dog would with a juicy bone. Or the way….

My cell phone interrupted my wicked thoughts. It was two in the morning, this couldn’t be good. “Seth,” I snapped. Baker was safely tucked in his bedroom. I had nothing to worry about. Fuck, had another sub been taken? I was so into Baker that I’d almost forgotten why we were there. “What’s happened?”

“Apparently,” Landon drawled out slowly, “you and Baker made quite an impression at the club tonight. Did you think it went well?”

“Of course, it went well. I told you it would. Why are you calling me at this ungodly hour to have a discussion?”

“Because, right now, as we speak on the phone, there’s a person watching you from the apartment directly opposite of yours. One of our men noticed an odd reflection from one of the windows and, imagine his surprise, when he pulled out his nifty night binoculars and saw someone looking in your direction through a telescope.”

I kept my head leaned back against the hot tub. The last thing we needed to do was let the guy know we were onto him. I reached for my beer and took another swig. “We can’t move on him now. We’ll have nothing but a case of dirty voyeurism…and that’s not even against the law.”

“Yes, I’m well aware of that, Agent Wilkinson,” he drawled. “I’m also aware of the fact that you’re on the balcony and Baker is nowhere to be seen. How exactly do you think that looks to our man…if he’s really our man?” Landon kept talking. “It’s probably a long shot that he’s involved at all, I doubt our guy could have located you so quickly, rented a room, and set up a telescope…but you never know.”

“I made sure to mention where we were living several times at the club,” I answered. “That clears up the finding us so quickly, but doesn’t answer the getting a room rented. These are high—end, expensive apartments, not hotels. That definitely doesn’t push me in the direction of believing there’s any connection.”

“Would this help?” Landon asked. “Your building and the one across from you, are owned by Jericho Flores, Javier’s brother. I can’t find out much on him, but we’re still digging. According to Javier, and verified with all our intel, he’s estranged from his entire family. They are far-right religious and disowned Javier years ago.”

“I don’t suppose it’s a coincidence this is the apartment building you put us in, huh?”

“Not at all. You know I don’t trust anyone, including family. Don’t worry, though. Your penthouse has been swept for any type of video or recording devices. We’ll run a sweep two or three times a day to ensure you and Baker have privacy when inside the penthouse.”

“So, this bit of information improves the possibility of this guy across the way actually being involved with what’s going on with Javier,” I agreed. “Wow. That’s bullshit, right there.”

“Agreed, but we all know the biggest bullshitters can be from our own family,” Landon said. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know he was there and that it might not look good that you’re in the hot tub without Baker. Just sayin’.”

“Actually, the fact that Baker is in bed and I’m in the hot tub would be perfectly normal following a scene. He needed to crash after what I put him through.” I sat up, making certain to never look toward the windows across from me, and looked at the closed curtains that hid mine and Baker’s separate bedrooms. That could have been a huge fuck up on our end, straight out of the gate. “Are they still watching?” I asked. I heard Landon talking to someone in the background.

“Telescope is still there. Are you naughty naked in that hot tub, Seth?”

“You betcha,” I answered. “Looks like it’s time for me to turn in for the night. We are going back to the club for another three days, to give Baker some time to get more acquainted with how I do things, but you and I will touch base tomorrow.”

“You’re about to give him a show, aren’t you?” Landon asked. “Tell me you’re going to.”

I climbed out of the hot tub and stretched, giving the voyeur a good long look at my hard cock, and answered, “Only if Baker’s in the mood for some make-believe.” I looked at my watch. He hadn’t been sleeping for more than an hour, so I hated to wake him up. On the other hand, it might be a golden opportunity to lure our guy in even deeper. “Talk to you tomorrow, Landon.”

I disconnected the call and let myself into the penthouse. It was totally dark inside, but I could see enough to make my way toward Baker’s bedroom. As soon as I opened the door, Baker sat straight up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he reached for the bedside lamp.

“No! Leave it off,” I told him as I made my way across the room. His room, with the curtains pulled tight, was even darker and I stubbed my toe twice, cursing each time. When I finally made it to the bed, I could hear him laughing at me. “Stop laughing. That really hurt,” I whined.

He snorted. “If you thinkthathurt, you could never beyoursub! Toe—stubbing is a cake-walk compared to what you do.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and felt encouraged by the fact he didn’t automatically scoot to the opposite side. If anything, it felt like he moved closer to me. Of course, I could be imagining that simply because that’s what I wanted him to do.

“I heard you talking to somebody out on the balcony. What’s going on?”

“It looks like we have a small problem,” I started. “Some of Landon’s men noticed there’s a man in one of the apartments across from ours that appears to be watching our penthouse through a telescope. Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s something. We aren’t sure. Javier’s family owns both the buildings, so that adds more ingredients into the mix. Whether it’s innocent voyeurism or our guy, there’s no way to know for sure until we do more investigating. I think it does, however, mean we’ve really got to be diligent about keeping the curtains closed. If it’s our guy and he realizes we aren’t sleeping together and not being…affectionate, it might send up warning flags.”

My eyes had acclimated to the darkness, so I could see when he turned his head toward the curtains, studied them, and then turned back to me. “Is he watching now?”

“According to Landon…yes.”

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