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 squinted and realized that if there was something small, it was clearly hiding near the back of the shelves.

“Oh…and you can only make your selection from the second shelf,” he added, his grin widening.

Why was he doing this? Couldn’t he just suck it up and work with me just for the assignment? Hell, we’d be doing good things. Saving lives. Instead, he was dead set on tormenting me into dropping out.

“May I pull the shelf out, Sir?” I asked.

He stepped aside. “By all means.”

I pulled the shelf out and almost did a happy dance when I saw the back row of the second shelf held some beginner butt plugs. My hand extended forward, and I hated that it trembled slightly as I reached for the next to the smallest device. It was shaped oddly and made from black silicone. It was definitely a size I could handle.

“This one, Sir.” I handed him the plug.

“Fabulous selection, boy. You’ll enjoy it immensely.” He reached into another section of the cabinet and pulled out some wiring and a remote.

Uh oh.

“Would you like to see what I’d selected for you?” he asked as he hooked the wiring to the plug I’d selected.

My eyes widened when I saw the plug start to vibrate before he pushed a button on the remote, quieting it down again. When my mind finally cleared, I answered, “Uh, yeah. I guess. Sir.” My mind kept conjuring up a picture of how wildly the small toy had vibrated. How would that feel? The plug Mistress Samantha used didn’t vibrate. My biggest concern had been keeping it inside of me, not whether or not it would cause my ass to jiggle when the remote was activated.

He bent over and picked up a small shopping bag. “I called your Mistress on my drive over, and when she gave me your safe word, which I appreciate you not lying about by the way, I had to stop by my favorite toy store and pick up something just for you.” He pushed the bag toward me and said, “Go ahead. See what you missed out on.”

I peeked into the bag and felt my eyes roll. Tucked in the bag was a butt plug with a rainbow colored furry tail attached. “Ha-ha, Sir. That would have been hilarious.”

“I thought so,” he answered. “I also thought it would look gorgeous dangling between your legs when I bent you over one of my benches and spanked your ass good enough that it would match the pretty pink of your rainbow tail.”

His words did something to me…something they probably shouldn’t have. My cock twitched. Being naked, it was impossible for me to hide my reactions to anything he chose to do to me. Or, as in this case, say to me.

“Oh, well. Perhaps another time.” He reached into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of something I figured must be lube. “Go over to the spanking bench, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks for me.” He smiled. “Boy.”

That was it. I’d kill him before the hour was over. Inside my head, I called him every dirty, vile name I could think of. Verbally, I said, “Yes, Sir.” Yay, a victory point for me. Rah rah.

I found the bench, bent over, took a deep breath, and reached behind me to pull my cheeks apart, exposing a part of me anyone rarely got a good look at. Okay, nobody ever got a good look at. Until Seth.

My entire body burned with embarrassment.

“Do you know what you selected, boy?” Seth asked as he lubed up the small toy.

“A vibrating butt plug,” I said, not sure if my response sounded like an answer or a question.

“Close. It’s called a prostate stimulator.” He leaned over and licked the spot below my ear. When my body quivered, he chuckled softly. “Have you ever had anyone play with your prostate?”

Damn motherfucking Mistress Samantha for telling him everything. How many of my other erogenous spots did he know about?

“No, Sir,” I grumbled. Point deducted.

“I didn’t think so,” he answered. “Perhaps we’ll get to…one day.”

What? He wasn’t going to use it?

More importantly, why was I so disappointed by the possibility?

He sat the toy aside and said, “Let’s move to the Saint Andrew’s Cross. I hear it’s a favorite of yours.” He smacked my ass and walked away from me. “Come on, Baker. Don’t dawdle.”

Oh, shit. I was in serious trouble. The second he’d said my name…called me something other than boy, it had felt like his hand literally stroked the length of my cock. There was no questioning it, I was leaking precum and he hadn’t laid a hand on me yet. Well, other than one playful swat.

Serious, serious trouble.

Once we were both at the cross, he surprised me by twisting my body around to where it faced the cross, instead of having my back against it. Once there, he wasted no time latching my wrists into the leather cuffs attached at each corner and then moved to do the same to my ankles. His touch was rougher than I was accustomed to and ran up and down the length of each of my legs, stopping short of touching my balls. I wanted to whimper in disappointment but managed to hold it in.


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