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)
I’d bet they did. I could imagine some arrogant, cocky Dom strutting around with a hot eighteen-year-old beneath his whip. Youngsters were pliable and eager to please—it’s one of the reasons I tried to stay away from younger subs. Had someone taken advantage of Daley’s vulnerabilities? Forced him into something he didn’t, or doesn’t really enjoy?
I guessed there was only one way to find out. I would have one session with him and watch for…hell, I wasn’t sure what I’d watch for. He’d already shown he was well-trained.
“Do you have a regular Dom?” I asked, wondering why a man would be crazy enough to allow another to play with such a prize.
Another pause.
“I have a Domme,” he answered quietly. “Mistress Samantha.”
His eyes flickered away from mine for the first time. He knew damned well his answer wouldn’t be acceptable to me.
“Fuck, Landon!” I swore. “You think this is any better than the princesses you’ve been parading in front of me for the past three weeks? Absolutely not!”
Landon looked as confused as hell. Naturally, he wouldn’t have a clue. Hell, there was a good chance I was being unreasonable, and a really good chance I was pissed off just because he was straight.
“What?” he roared. “You’ve been practically salivating since he walked into the room. He does all that…submissive shit you’ve tried to drill into my brain. What’s the problem now?” He huffed and then added, “I’m beginning to think you’re the problem.”
I stood up and started to leave the room, before I said something both Landon and I would regret. Agent Daley’s husky voice stopped me in my tracks.
“I believe you should give me a chance, Sir. You’ll find that I’m more than…adequate as a submissive. I realize I’m probably not what you desire, but for the assignment, you could, perhaps, lower your standards. While I’m not gay and have no desire to have sex with you, I’m certainly not afraid of…toys.”
He blushed, making me think he might be more afraid than he was willing to admit. He wasn’t gay. Perfect, my fantasy sub. Not. He has no desire to have sex with me—that’s always a box I like to have checked off when interviewing a sub. Again, no fucking way.
“One session, Seth,” Landon urged. “If you’ve endured sessions with the other guys I’ve put in front of you, surely you can give this kid a chance. It was a six-hour flight to get him here. You could at least give him thirty minutes to prove his…worth.”
I looked at Agent Daley and then at Landon. Reproach shined brightly in Landon’s green eyes and humiliation was clearly visible in Daley’s blues. Knowing I was wasting all our time, I told Landon, “Have him at my penthouse in two hours.”
To Daley, I said, “I’ll know if you’re faking, kid. Don’t try to make something work, that’s the wrong way for any sub to behave. I’ll be very disappointed if you attempt to put on a performance for me.” Blowing out a breath of irritation, I added, “I’ll need the phone number for your regular Domme. She and I will need to talk before I touch you.”
His eyes dropped, and he immediately pulled a slip of paper out of his jeans pocket and handed it over to me. “Yes, Sir. She hoped you would want to speak with her first.”
Chapter 2
Baker
As we rode up the elevator to Agent Wilkinson’s penthouse suite, I couldn’t stop the goosebumps that appeared on my arms. Agent Wilkinson scared me. From our brief encounter, I knew he would be a…demanding Dom, that part I could handle. I also knew he already didn’t like me. That was the part causing my stomach to roll with unease. Samantha, my Domme, had already spoken with Seth and called me. When I’d tried to question her on how I should handle Seth’ distaste, she’d simply told me to ‘behave myself, do as I was told and everything would work out the way it should’. Her answer, short and sweet, hadn’t bolstered my courage in the least. If anything, she’d succeeded in making me more nervous.
“Calm down, Agent Daley,” Landon said with a chuckle. “Trust me, his bark is worse than his bite. He’s just frustrated with me right now. He wants these guys caught and taken out but knows the assignment won’t be as simple as I’d originally thought.” He laughed outright. “In my ignorance, as Seth tells me, I thought I only had to present him with a man who could handle getting his ass beat without crying like a kindergartener. I had no idea about all the other…whatever the hell it is that makes one a perfect sub.” He turned and looked at me, “Until I saw how you acted…and how Seth reacted to you. It certainly helped me see where my ignorance could have gotten us into trouble.”