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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Seth, being absolutely fucking perfect when it came to being a Dom, had recognized it immediately. The problem in front of me, though, was that while Seth might be sheer perfection as a dominant in the playroom, it looked like there was significantly good chance he was blind when it came to reading people’s emotions and actions out in the ‘real’ world. I was falling for him in a really bad way and he wasn’t seeing it. Hell, maybe he recognized it and just chose to ignore my fall into quicksand.

No, it wasn’t that. I wouldn’t be falling in love with a person capable of that type of coldness. Oh, fuck. Did my mind just say what I thought it said? Nooooooooo! I fucking knew better.

“Are you still with me, Baker?”

His voice interrupted my internal panic attack. Now wasn’t the time. A playroom was made for play—not ooey-gooey feelings. This. This shit rolling around in my head was exactly what Mistress Samantha had warned me against. It was as if she’d known I would fall for Seth, and she’d tried to prepare me for the explosion.

I shoved the thoughts away, and locked them into the panic room inside my head. They would have to be dealt with later, but I intended to put the emotions off for as long as my heart and soul would allow it.

“I’m here, Sir,” I answered. Bravery. Today was going to take a lot of bravery on my part, and I knew how difficult that would be. I also knew Seth would make it worth my efforts. “Uh, okay, you mentioned the prostate stimulator, a dildo shaped with balls that started small and got larger, a penis wand, and an anus stretcher.” The words sounded dirty on my lips and tongue, but when I looked at Seth, he looked incredibly…bored. No, he was going to demand so much more than what I’d just given him.

“Yes, I mentioned all of those things,” he answered. “Although I feel confident my descriptions were much more vivid than what you just gave me, Baker. Just for the record, I expect improvements as we move along through today’s scene.”

“Yes, Sir. I never doubted you would.” There, that was something I would have never said before, but it flew straight out of my mouth. I chanced a glance up at Seth and he was grinning. It made me smile. “Okay, you said I could veto one of those things, right?”

“That’s correct. One and only one. After that, only your safe word will have the ability to keep those items from being deep inside your body, invading tight, dark places that have never been invaded before.”

And I’d be fucked if my cock didn’t twitch when he alluded to an ‘invasion’.

“Which of my beautiful toys are you going to push out to another date?” He turned away, went over to the corner, and when he started back towards me, he was pushing a small cart. The top of the cart was covered with a white piece of fabric, but it did very little to hide the items beneath it.

I was both terrified and excited by all the items on the cart. One, however, frightened me much more than the others. “If it’s acceptable to you, Sir, I think that unless the penis wand is just another name for a Harry Potter wand that can magically make my cock larger, I’m going to pass on that…’beautiful toy’.”

He stood to the side of the cart, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Are you sure, Baker? I feel the need to remind you how sensitive your slit is. Don’t think I didn’t notice how loudly you moaned or whimpered when I pushed the tip of my finger against it. You liked me doing that didn’t you, Baker? You enjoy the feel of something trying to force its way inside of your tight hole. Admit it, babe.”

Oddly enough, he was right. I would have never imagined the thought of someone putting something inside of me there, might be…appealing. Hell, when I was thirteen years old and had a kidney infection, it had taken four techs to hold me down when they inserted a catheter. Four—and they’d only succeeded because a sneaky nurse had put something into my IV that made me loopy in the head and weak in the arms and legs. No, I was making the correct decision. Wasn’t I?

“Could I see each of them before making my final decision…Sir?” I added that ‘Sir’ a bit too late.

When he looked down at me, the smile on his face was the sweetest I’d ever seen. The words that followed—not so sweet.

“Absolutely not, Baker. The biggest part of the fun is the surprised expression on your face when you see what I’m going to do to you.”

“Fun for you,” I grumbled.


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