Sub Mission Read Online T.S. McKinney (Sub Mission #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Funny, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sub Mission Series by T.S. McKinney
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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I frowned. “It isn’t supposed to be acting, Baker.”

“Let me finish,” he said with a frown to equal my own.

I nodded for him to continue—my anger beginning to ebb. His frustrations made me ache somewhere near the heart area…which was above and beyond idiocy.

“With the others, it was different. Maybe I was…acting, I don’t know. I didn’t think I was. Like I said, I enjoyed it. I’ve always gotten what I wanted.” His eyes locked with mine. “Until now.”

Well, fuck. There was no denying or lying, which hurt like a mother—fucker.

His tongue swiped his bottom lip before he continued. “Now, with you, what I’m doing doesn’t feel natural.”

Double-fuck.

“I’m saying and doing what I think I’m supposed to, the way I’ve been trained, but it isn’t what I want to do. I want what we’re doing to be more…real. There are things I want to do and say but I know they’re out of line.”

My stupid little heart jumped up for a high-five, right inside my chest. “What do you mean ‘out of line’, Baker? There isn’t a schoolbook of BDSM which describes how each submissive or dominant should behave. It should always be what makes both comfortable and brings enjoyment. No Dom or Domme wants a submissive whose responses are faked.”

He started shaking his head. “It isn’t like I’ve been faking. I haven’t. It’s just that when I’m with you, my responses are different…spontaneous, almost. When it’s always been easy to answer with a simple yes, or no, Ma’am, it’s not so easy now. I want to ask questions and say things.” His head dropped again and with the next statement, his voice lowered. “In my mind, I see me saying smartass, pouty things and I guess I’m asking for leniency for a while.” He waved in my direction and added, “All this is new to me and I don’t really have the experience or training to act properly. I just…I just want it to be more real.”

Real—there was nothing I wanted more. I caressed his cheek and he leaned into my touch. Warning alarms sounded in my head. Baker was dangerous. He had the power to steal my heart and then, when he tired of his curiosity, crush that same heart when he walked away.

As he continued to rub into my hand like a cat rubbed against its beloved owner, I realized the pleasure would be worth the pain. No one before Baker had gotten close to touching my heart and I suspected he’d ruin it for all those after him.

“Are you asking if you can be my pouty sub and not be disciplined for your actions?” I asked, forcing my voice into a teasing tone. More than anything, I wanted to alleviate the worry that had his shoulders tense and a frown on his puffy lips. Baker was beautiful when he smiled and laughed—so damned beautiful that I found myself craving the look and sound like an addict craved drugs.

A hint of a smile touched his lips. “You know I don’t mind the discipline, I actually enjoy that.” His blue eyes locked with mine and he added, “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

I heard my own breath hitch in my throat and my heart tumbled. “Never, Baker. There’s nothing you could do within the walls of this room or outside these walls that would disappoint me.” The tension literally evaporated before my very eyes. The small smile turned into a larger one.

“Okay. Thank you, Sir.”

His voice already sounded sassy. I knew right then and there that today was going to be something new for me. It was rare that I didn’t find enjoyment in my role as a dominant, sometimes a lot more enjoyment than others, but always pleasure. With Baker, I had a feeling I was about to have plenty of enjoyment…but some fun, as well. It was going to be a day of experimentation for both of us.

“What would you like to do today, my sweet little sub?” I asked. “What dirty deeds are you going to allow me to perform on you?”

His lips moved around on his face in a comical way and his eyes darted around the room. “Uh, yeah, what you mentioned earlier, at the gym, sounded okay with me.”

His cheeks were colored a pretty pink as he answered me.

“No, that’s not going to work for me, Baker,” I answered with a smile of my own. “I want to hear you say it. Think back to all the things I mentioned this morning, and tell me which one you want to start with.” I stood back up and patted him on the head. “Be explicit, please. I love words which help me visualize a specific scene.”

Chapter 8

Baker

Be explicit? I might have known Seth would find a way to agree to my terms, yet make it as erotically uncomfortable for me as humanly possible. I had, however, been surprised when he’d so easily seen through my tension the moment we’d started. Hell, I hadn’t even really known how tense I was until he brought it up. I’d only known something wasn’t right with how I felt. This morning, when we’d done the breakfast thing, it had been totally new for me and I’d been completely comfortable with the fact I hadn’t known how to react properly, and it had been fun. In the playroom, though, I knew what was expected of me. When those two worlds collided, me being able to just respond to what Seth presented to me versus me doing what was expected of me as a trained sub, it put me in a definite funk.


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