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)
“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.
Chapter 4
Baker
What in the hell was I thinking? I’d practically just challenged him to discipline me in front of everyone. On top of that dumb shit, I had this bubble of excitement growing inside of me that threatened to explode at any given moment. I’d spent the past four days convincing myself that I’d imagined my heady response to Seth. No, I hadn’t gotten any sleep and I knew it showed on my face and in my attitude, but every damned time I closed my eyes, I saw him. His stormy gray eyes would look at me with complete and utter distaste, like they had the moment he’d realized I wasn’t gay, but then they’d turn warm with an entirely different emotion. When he’d praised me during our session, I’d preened like a fucking peacock.
Mistress Samantha praised me. I enjoyed it. Hell, I worked hard for that praise. I knew what she wanted, and I gave it to her. In return, she would say all the right words and whip my ass until I couldn’t think of anything except the pain she was gifting me with. Being with her had always felt so right.
Now, after Seth, it felt…wrong. The club was the first place I’d gone once I returned home. I’d told her what happened—how he’d made me soar straight into subspace. Never once had I been nervous that she would be angry or jealous, and she hadn’t been. As always, she was supportive and allowed me to talk through my concerns. Afterwards, we’d had a scene and I had, for the first time since I was in my first year of training, faked my way through it. It wasn’t the same. She didn’t whip me hard enough or fast enough. Then she whipped me too hard or too fast. She didn’t smell right. Her hair was too long. Her words of praise didn’t make me feel warm all over. She hadn’t called me by my name in that damned sexy voice that haunted my every fucking thought.