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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“Of course, sir. I assumed as much.”

I’d remained in my chair, my back to the new agent that was supposed to not only be my new temporary partner but my sub, as well. When I heard his husky voice, I quickly stood up to turn and face him. His voice—there’d been something about it that caressed all the parts below my waist. It was low, husky, and incredibly submissive.

When I turned around enough to see him, I nearly had to plant my ass back onto my chair. He was…incredible! Everything my wet dreams had always been made of. He was tall, but still shorter than my own six feet four inches, and, from all the flesh available for my eyes to feast upon, he was lean with taut muscles. His skin was sun-kissed to a beautiful bronze shade and there were sexy tattoo bracelets around both his wrists. The artwork was a replica of thick chains and decorated his thin wrists perfectly. Inky black hair was not quite shoulder length but long enough for me to grab a handful while he sucked my cock. It was messy to the point of bedroom sexy. He completed his look with full lips, perfect for cock sucking, and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.

Well, I’d only caught a glimpse of those gorgeous eyes for a split second before his gaze dropped to the floor…like a perfect sub. Everything about his posture and presence screamed submission. Perhaps Landon had found a golden nugget after all. I felt my cock start to thicken with desire.

“Head up, boy,” I ordered. “Eyes on me.”

His head snapped up at the same time his hands wrapped behind his back and clasped together. “Yes, Sir.”

Yes, the bluest I’d ever laid eyes on. He was magnificent. “Sit,” I ordered and motioned to the chair next to mine. “I have questions.”

“Of course, Sir.”

He moved gracefully to the chair and sat down. Not once had he acknowledged Landon’s presence in the room, only mine. I liked it, Landon not so much. That fact brought a huge smile to my lips.

Landon cleared his throat. “Yes, Agent Daley, have a seat. They are my seats,” he grumbled under his breath.

After chuckling, I turned my attention back to Agent Daley. He sat, with perfect posture, in the tall-backed chair. His hands lay passively on each knee. His eyes were on mine, as I’d requested. What I found even more delightful was not only did he scream submission, there was also a spark of mischief in his eyes that I knew would be…wickedly fun.

“How old are you?”

He was younger, probably younger than any sub I’d ever taken, and I couldn’t help but let his age worry me, even though I found him intriguing at the same time. I also knew his youthful appearance would appeal to the men we were trying to trap, so I suspected it would be something I’d need to overlook. If he was employed by The Company, there was an age requirement. He couldn’t be younger than twenty-one years old. This, of course, meant he wouldn’t have been in the BDSM lifestyle for more than three years.

“Twenty-four, Sir.”

Not too bad. Young, but old enough.

“How long have you been involved with BDSM?”

He paused before answering, sending warning signals to me. Honesty between a Dom and sub was absolutely necessary, and if he lied to me on this question, I wasn’t sure we’d be able to continue. I respected his desire for privacy but knowing how experienced he was shouldn’t be something he wanted to hide…unless he was still a novice.

“Seven years, Sir.”

Fuck…he wasn’t a novice. That would have made him seventeen years old when he’d first dipped his toe into BDSM and, in my opinion, much too young to make the decision. I frowned. “Explain.”

“It’s simple mathematics, Seth,” Landon interrupted. “What’s the problem? Are you simply looking for a reason to reject Agent Daley?”

I held up my hand to quiet Landon and kept my gaze locked on Daley.

“I…I had issues in my home, Sir. At that time in my life, I struggled with…finding myself. I tried many things, from alcohol and drugs, to finally landing on BDSM. After my first…experience, I learned it seemed to ground me. As I continued, my life turned around, things grew stable, and I was able to get back on track. I knew you would question my youth and I understand why, but I can only say it was something I needed then…and now.”

It was an honest answer, not one that I necessarily liked. “What club permitted you entrance at that age?” That was one aspect I wouldn’t overlook. If there was a club out there allowing children inside, they needed to be shut down.

“No club until I was eighteen, Sir. It was a neighbor. I played at their home until my eighteenth birthday. After that, we would visit clubs occasionally.”



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