by Tatum Throne
Just when he was about to give it, Malachi heard a knock at the door. To his surprise, instead of standing back up and moving away, Wade maneuvered under the desk.
As he did, Malachi cleared his throat. “Come in.”
The door opened with Hunter on the other side. He crossed his small office, handing him a thick file folder. “Shane asked me to give you this information.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh, by the way, I heard about what’s going on between you and Harder. My money is on Harder, just so you know,” Hunter said.
“Is it now?”
“Yes, it is.”
As Hunter started to leave, a couple of the guys from SWAT stopped outside the door. Malachi was worried that they would be able to see Wade under his desk. Even more importantly, he was worried that they would even be able to hear the way his sub was nuzzling his Dom’s crotch, desperately trying to suck it through his tactical pants.
In response to Wade’s groan, Malachi reached down, fisting his hand into Wade’s brown hair to still his hungry nips. They couldn’t take this thing further right now. There was too much at stake, for both of them. From the fight his submissive was giving him, he wasn’t going to give up just yet.
“Where’s the party?”
More people started showing up. Malachi was starting to think it was a party.
“Hey, where’s your sidekick?” Reynolds asked.
“Don’t know where he is. I’m not his keeper,” Malachi snapped.
“Whoa, now. What is it between you two, anyway?” Reynolds asked.
“We’re not talking about this.”
Hunter crossed his arms. “Some people just don’t get along.”
“I’m just worried about you two,” Reynolds said.
Malachi glared. “Now I got work to do, if you all could move along.”
It was like everyone hadn’t even heard him. They still lingered in his door like they were having a party. Determined to settle his submissive down, Malachi started stroking his hair, hoping that it would ease him. They both had too much to lose for either one of them to fuck it up now.
He stiffened as the feel of Wade’s tongue moved over his thumb, traveling upward toward the top of his zipper. The feel of teeth scraping made Malachi tense. His submissive licked the zipper into his mouth, pulling it downward. Malachi’s heart skipped serval beats as the group congregating in his doorway continued to debate the upcoming fight and who had money on whom.
His sub slipped his fingers into his compression shorts and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock. It smacked his sub in the face. He glanced downward as Wade’s hungry mouth opened, swallowing him whole in one quick move. Feeling sadistic, Malachi reached down and pressed Wade’s head downward, forcing his sub to take all of his prick.
With his free hand, he pinched his sub’s nose, forcing him to obey when he wanted to go wild. When he started to resist a bit, Malachi released the tension on his nose, allowing him to breathe. A little snort sounded from Wade as he did, forcing Malachi to cough to cover the sound.
Hunter glanced over. “Dude, you okay?”
A bead of sweat trickled down Malachi’s temple. “Yeah…”
“You coming to the SWAT meeting tonight?” TJ popped in to ask through the crowd.
“Maybe.”
“If you see Officer Harder, tell him he better get his ass to the meeting or we’ll bench him.”
“Will do.”
When the doorway finally started to clear out and the conversation started to move down the hall, Malachi was in no position to stand up and shut the door. Their voices carried down the hallway like a symphony warming up before an opera.
Lost in the feel of his submissive sucking his cock, Malachi couldn’t help but love the way his sub attacked his throbbing prick so hungrily. Just when he thought he was going to end it, Wade sucked hard on the tip, milking every drop of his spunk from his dick.
Sweat beaded on Malachi’s temple as his orgasm spun through his body. It took every ounce of his control not to cry out. His heart thumped hard in his chest as he looked down at his submissive. Their eyes locked as Wade slowly slid his mouth off his dick.
Without asking, his submissive edged his spent cock back into his tactical pants. Malachi stood up quickly, crossing the room to shut his office door. When he came back, his sub was on his feet looking really satisfied.
Malachi edged him up against the filing cabinet, kissing him hard and thrusting his tongue deep inside his mouth. A moan of pleasure echoed quietly from his sub’s mouth as he lifted his lips away.
“Fucking hell, sub.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
Malachi let his hand slip around his neck. He needed to collar his submissive—tonight. “I have a feeling you’re not.”
“I’m late for patrol. I better go, Sir.”
Temptation had him wanting to continue things now, but Malachi knew they couldn’t. “I will find you later, sub. We need to have a meeting about the rest of your SWAT training.”
“Yes, Sir.”
As his sub left, Malachi had the distinct feeling that he was in over his head. For the first time in his life, he wanted to break his sub, and that frightened him.
Chapter Five
Wade was out on patrol, looking for traffic violations as his thoughts careened toward his Dom and their last session together. He’d been a bad sub by sucking his cock at work.
Keeping the facade up of hating each other was not easy. Wade was starting to feel the pressure at work—especially with the fact that Malachi was one of the people in charge of training him for SWAT.
The truth of it was, he was tired of pretending. He was tired of forcing himself to be mean to Malachi when he wanted to be nice to him at work. Tired of pretending to be something he wasn’t. It was bothering him more than he wanted to admit. He glanced at the time as his patrol car came to a stop outside District Two.
It was time to meet up with Malachi to talk to him about his SWAT training. When TJ ordered him to the meeting, he knew there was no way of getting out of it. Despite how he felt about his relationship with Malachi, TJ and Malachi held his future in their hands.
With that thought in mind, he knew he had to find Malachi to talk to him about how he was feeling. He couldn’t be a good submissive to a Dom if his emotions were not aligned. He headed down to his office and was about to knock on the door but hesitated just before he did.
Voices carried from the inside his office and out into the hallway. Raised voices. Two people were arguing over something. Not wanting to interrupt but also not wanting to leave, Wade decided to listen in on the conversation he had no right hearing.
Confusion swam through his mind when he heard his name being spoken by the person in the office. Someone Wade didn’t know. What was going on and why was he the topic of their conversation? It unnerved him to no end.
He listened.
“You better tell him or I will.”
“This conversation is off the table. Wade is not going to find out,” Malachi said.
“It’s only a matter of time before he does. Are you going to be ready for the day when it happens?”
“Is that a threat?”
A chill raced down Wade’s spine as he heard Malachi’s deep voice lower in a dangerous way. He had to get out of there before either one of them caught him just outside in the hallway. With that thought on Wade’s mind, he rushed down the hall.
He didn’t make it far before Hunter came out of his office and nearly ran into him. “Whoa. Where’s the fire?”
“Sorry.”
“Hey, wait! You guys fighting again?”
Hunter’s laughter chased after him. Wade headed toward the stairwell with his heart racing. Just as he hit the staircase, he heard his cell ring. He looked down at it, seeing that Malachi was calling. Wade was late for their meeting but he knew he couldn’t handle this conversation now. He let it dump into voice mail.
Wade knew he was running, but
he didn’t care. He had to get out of there. How was he supposed to face Malachi knowing that he had some big secret that he was keeping from him? That was the problem. He knew he wouldn’t be able to face Malachi without thinking about that conversation he had overheard with the stranger.
Just when Wade thought he was sliding into home to the door at the bottom of the stairwell, the door slammed open and Malachi stepped through it.
Wade hesitated on the stairwell. “I was just on my way to your office. I came downstairs to find you.”
Malachi looked as though he didn’t believe him. Wade thought about the conversation he overheard he knew he had a chance but he couldn’t. Emotions were too close to the surface.
“What’s wrong?” Malachi asked.
“Who were you talking with in your office?”
Malachi’s face darkened. “Oh, so you heard us?”
“Yes, I did. What’s going on?”
“Now is not the time or place for me to tell you.”
“I don’t like either one of us keeping secrets in this relationship.”
“Just know that I’m trying to protect you and that’s all that matters. Okay?”
“I get it. Let’s just stay away from each other and get through the rest of this training.”
“We’ll deal with it later tonight. Let’s go to the Training Center.”
Wade didn’t have a choice in the matter. He had to obey his Dom and his superior officer. Wade nodded and heading toward the Training Center.
It was their first session of SWAT training since the bloody fight they had. When he entered the locker room, everyone gave him a long look as he changed into tactical fatigues.
Malachi was already outside and on the mats by the time Wade got out there. As always, he looked as though he wasn’t happy to see him. It started to burn more than Wade wanted to admit. Despite having his Dom’s caring touch when they were alone, he wished that he would have it that way when they were in public together.
Part of the problem was that he was wishing for things he couldn’t have. It broke his heart to know his Dom would always treat him poorly when he was among his co-workers. TJ gave him a hard stare. It was clear he didn’t want any problems on the mat today.
They worked techniques for two hours before they broke for the day. Wade was exhausted but still pumped. He couldn’t wait to get Malachi alone and get to the bottom of what was going on.
As Wade headed toward the locker room, he saw Malachi out of the corner of his eye follow him. Wade went to his locker and got his shower kit before heading toward one of the stalls.
Wade turned on the water to a cool spray. All thoughts were on Malachi as he stepped inside. He could still feel the bruises on his ass from the last session they had together. He couldn’t wait for his Dom to toughen his skin even more.
The mere thought of his lover taking control of him made his cock kick out. Unable to resist temptation, Wade moved his hand down over his throbbing prick, squeezing it hard with twisting pulls. He knew he was breaking the rules by not asking for permission to touch himself, but he couldn’t resist. Wade felt weak thinking about his Dom when he was alone.
Thoughts of his Dom ramming his ass made his rim tingle. Wade bit his lip, licking it as he tried to regain control. Wade was so close to coming. He wanted to so bad. He wanted to be sucking off his Dom’s dick as he did.
The sound of movement caught his attention. A thrill of anticipation moved over his skin as his thoughts turned to Malachi and hoping that he would be coming into the shower with him. He glanced through the break in the curtain, seeing no one there. Wade knew he wouldn’t be that lucky.
Wade shut off the water and reached for his towel on the hook just outside in the changing area but it wasn’t there. What the fuck? Wade looked out into the changing area to see that his bag and towel were gone.
Fuck.
“Not funny guys! Bring back my stuff!”
Silence echoed back.
They didn’t even leave him a towel. SWAT was known for hazing new recruits and obviously he had been hit. He walked out into the locker room expecting to see everyone laughing at him for being naked. He was wrong. There was nobody there and there were no towels either.
He went over to his locker, trying to open it but another lock had been put on. “Fuck!”
He punched the locker room door before heading toward the sink, grabbing a few paper towels to dry off. The only thing that was in front of his locker with his tactical boots. Wade took the bait and put them on and opened the locker room door, heading out into the gym where the guys were still hanging out.
He covered his junk with his left hand as he strolled inside. “Where the hell did you put my stuff?”
The feel of Malachi’s eyes burning into his ass was more than Wade could handle. He did not look happy at all. He looked as though he was going to punish Wade later for this blatant act of disobedience and showing off.
Wade couldn’t wait to be alone with his Dom later on tonight. He wanted to be punished. Laughter spilled out among the group as he walked across the gym mats that were now his runway. He put his hands on his hips just as TJ tossed a towel at him.
“Cover your shame, man.”
“Where’s my stuff?”
“Who has his things?” TJ asked.
One of the guys in the back had them and dropped his bag on the floor.
“Just for the record, you suck,” Wade said.
Wade grabbed his bag and headed back to the locker room, getting dressed before heading back upstairs to his office. He was glad he didn’t have to go out on patrol. He wanted to see Malachi and put the memory of what happened in the Training Center behind them.
As he moved down the hallway he saw Reynolds smiling at him. “Nice tattoo.”
“Fuck you, Reynolds.”
“Anytime anywhere.”
As Wade moved down the hallway as Officer Reynolds walked away. Malachi was standing in the doorway and he didn’t look happy at all. “Something you need, Sir?” Wade asked.
“I think you need to learn some respect. You shouldn’t have been in the gym like that.”
“Are you telling me as my lover or as my coworker?”
“We are not doing this here now.”
“I didn’t have any choice. They took my stuff.”
“That’s no excuse. You could have waited for me.”
“That’s right, you’re ashamed of anyone knowing that we’re together.”
“It’s not like that. You know you mean a lot to me. I want to protect you.”
“By making sure everyone knows you hate me?”
“We’ll deal with this later.”
As Malachi left, Wade couldn’t help but feel suddenly hollow inside. He didn’t want to go back to his Dom’s place when he was feeling so emotional about disappointing him, but he knew if he didn’t, Malachi would try to find him.
An hour later, he was on his way home to his Dom’s place. Going up to Malachi’s was one of the hardest things he had to do. He wanted to trust him, but he was having a hard time of it. He rang the bell and waited for him to answer.
Seconds later, Malachi answered the door.
“Miss me?” Wade asked.
“We need to talk. And we need to do it while you’re naked.”
“You’re serious?”
“I’m always serious when it comes to you.” Malachi came in behind him, running his hand up the front of Wade’s neck as his lips caressed the curve of Wade’s ear. “Undress.”
Ever so slowly, Wade moved away, taking off his boots and clothing. When he was naked, Wade waited for his next command.
“On your hands and knees.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Crawl to the playroom.”
The hardwood floor was cool beneath his palms.
When they got to the bedroom, Wade knew he was going to be punished. Despite his hesitation about their relationship, Wade couldn’t wait to be with his Dom. He loved the way
his Dom took control—even though he felt like they had a turbulent relationship.
A leather flogger was brought up behind him and spanked over his ass, over and over. His cock was hard and dripping with pre-cum. As his Dom spanked him, over and over, he couldn’t resist the urge to moan as his cock hit his abdomen.
He arched his ass out like a bad boy begging to be touched. His Dom came in close, wrapping his hand around Wade’s neck as he leaned down, pressing his lips against Wade’s ear. He slipped two wet fingers between his ass cheeks and rubbed them against his rim.
“I think you’re enjoying your punishment a little too much.”
“Yes, I am, Sir. And I don’t want you to stop hurting me.”
“You’re going to make me regret doing this, aren’t you?”
“No, Sir.”
“You’re going to regret enjoying your punishment a little too much.”
“I love you punishing me, Sir.”
“I know you do. That’s why I’m going to take you to your hard edge tonight.”
Malachi moved away, coming back with a bar in his hand. “Stand up, sub.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He locked the spreader to each ankle, making it impossible for Wade to move his legs. Malachi had him lean onto the spanking bench, locking his wrists down to it.
Wade felt his heart start to race as his Dom pulled away. By the sound of his husky voice, Wade knew that he was not going to walk away from this interaction unscathed. That was okay with him. He wanted to feel Malachi’s wrath. He wanted to make his Dom push him so far that he regretted punishing him.
* * * *
As a Dom, Malachi was impressed with the way Wade was handling his punishment.
Wade was glistening. He was eager to please his master. Malachi tied him to the spanking chair, loving the way his cock was so hard and ready. It was thrumming to the beat of Wade’s heart. Temptation had Malachi leaning closer so he could run his hand over that big dick.
He undressed, all the while staring at his sub. It was time to collar him. While he had been waiting for Wade to arrive, Malachi had picked out a leather collar for his sub. He now slipped it around his neck, tightening it to the point that it was snug on his skin. His sub moaned.
