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)
Without hesitation, he dropped his hands to the floor and crawled in my direction. It wasn’t a seductive tease crawl like a lot of my subs had used in the past. No, it was an honest—to—God crawl. He couldn’t have looked sexier if he’d trained in a harem somewhere.
When he stopped in front of me, I said, “Very good. I checked Javier’s online chat room and it appears my sub is the absolute talk of the Miami BDSM world. You’re doing very well.”
I looked down at his shoulders and noticed he was tight and tense. Frowning, I wondered what troubled him. We’d disagreed about many things and out and out fought over others, but in the playroom, participating in a scene, he’d thus far been spot—on, and it was because he enjoyed it. Baker was naturally submissive and had been trained well. His body and mind automatically performed perfectly once he placed himself in the proper environment. What was different today? Was it because of what happened last night? Neither of us discussed it—just tucked it away like it never happened. I assumed that’s what he would want.
Of course, it could always be that after last night, after things turned somewhat intimate, maybe he didn’t feel comfortable in his submissive role with a male Dom.
Whatever the reason was…regardless of who or what was to blame, I didn’t play with someone if they weren’t physically and mentally involved. The world was too dangerous for there to be any hint of hesitation.
I reached down and brushed his hair aside, tucking some behind his ear. “We’re finished for today, Baker. Thank you for trying. Get dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room.”
His head snapped up and his eyes were wide as saucers. “Wh-what did I do wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I answered firmly. Squatting in front of him, I said, “Baker, you are more than perfect for any Dominant, male or female. Your submission is the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received. You aren’t at fault in any way.”
I started to stand back up, but he yanked me down. “Then why are you ending the scene? I…I thought we were…experimenting with things today. You said there were things we needed to do to prepare for our next appearance at the club.”
He acted panicked and I hated seeing the look on his face. It made me want to kiss away his fears…but he’d made it plain kissing was the last thing he wanted from me.
“I can read your body, Baker. You don’t want to be here, doing this. It’s okay not to want to participate. If you aren’t in the mood or just don’t want to do it with me, you don’t have to today, tomorrow, or ever again and that will be fine. Forcing someone, physically or mentally, is unacceptable.”
His eyes dropped to the floor, looked around the room, and then back to me. I tried to prepare for what was about to come out of his mouth. If I’d learned anything about Baker, it was that he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind, even when it made him uncomfortable. Right now, I could see how he struggled to find the words to explain what bothered him.
After several seconds, he said, “It isn’t that I don’t want to be here with you, Seth.” He paused and took another deep breath before plowing ahead. “It just seems…not right, you know?”
No, I didn’t know. I had no idea how we went from where we were last night to…here. Of course, I was a fucking idiot because anything and everything I did with Baker seemed…right. “Help me understand, Baker. I’m struggling with your body language. I realize we haven’t had many opportunities together, but you’ve never seemed tense before now. Is it because of what we did last night? Is that what’s changed things for you?”
“Uh…yeah,” Baker answered like I was a moron.
“I see,” I answered. I tried to keep the anger out of my voice but felt confident that I’d failed. Me being pissed off at him for being honest was pretty shitty, so I struggled to force myself to remain professional. “How would you like me to address this with Landon? Do you think you’d be comfortable with the two of us visiting the club, but not participating in a scene? There’s been so much online chatter that we might be able to get away with minimal engagement.”
When he looked at me this time, he didn’t even attempt to hide his eye roll. “No, Seth, you don’t see. Oh, and keep Landon out of this,” he snapped. “When we started this…assignment, I knew it would be something I could do—even if you didn’t have the same faith in my submissive abilities. I’ve participated in BDSM for a long time. It’s given me the opportunity to hand over control to someone else, which helps with my OCD issues. I’ve, uh, had some really good Mistresses over the years. I know how to act in a scene.”