Colton and the driver are led into a doctor’s office and a woman looks Colton over, corroborates his identity with the file before her, gestures for him to get up onto the exam table, and proceeds to take two vials of blood from him then walk away.
There’s an armed guard attempting to look casual stationed near the door. As if Colton might up and run or suddenly lash out. Are they expecting him to make a scene? He’s still being evaluated. They have to be checking his dominance levels.
It’s the only thing special about him.
Sure, his mom would say he’s special in all kinds of ways, but in regard to the military he’s a number. A number with a designation, so he gets excellent pay, accommodations, health care, pension, etc. Even their food is better than the regular men’s. But he’s still just a soldier at the start of his career.
He’s a decent shot, follows orders pretty well, can read a map, and is very calm. And he’s also not an idiot. And maybe that’s better than some of the other guys, but the one thing he’s apparently great at is dominance. This is what he’s been told. He’s got a hell of a lot of dominance and most people don’t know it if he doesn’t want them to. Which is rare. And, admittedly,not how most Dominants move through the world. He’s had whole conversations with submissives who didn’t realize what he was until they were told. He’s oddly proud of the fact and the military certainly seems to think it’s interesting, but this is the first time they’ve pulled him out with the intention of using his designation for something.
And they’ve sent him over to some quasi-military private contractor company that probably has a few offices in the Pentagon, they’re so closely intertwined.
His best guess is that they have an uneven or traumatized submissive they want him to meet. He wishes he could clean up a bit first, but when he asks to go to the bathroom he’s told to stay put. Maybe a very high-level submissive they want to sort out rather than stick in the freezer?
And they want Colton, but why? Because he’s military and they can ensure he keeps his silence? Or because whoever they want him to meet has a high designation and isn’t submitting for anyone they have on their payroll?
He’s just about getting to a point where he might start asking some questions when he sees through the window in the door that the doctor has returned. She stops in front of the man he’d met in the lobby and gives him a few printed pages. He scowls over them. Then he nods and comes back into the room.
“Private, do you know where you are?”
“Absolutely not, sir.”
The door opens again and a tank of a man with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a close-cropped beard steps into the room. He flashes Colton an easy smile. Dominant. Very even-tempered. Colton likes him instantly, and that’s probably a part of his dominance, some strange charisma. Or maybe he was just a really good guy before becoming enhanced and he kept that. Colton would bet a hundred bucks this guy has a line of subs wanting to call him Daddy. He looks Colton over.
“We’re back. Injuries are minimal. Knox is down, as expected.”His voice is low.
The man in charge nods.“Thanks, Mack.”
The Daddy Dom closes the door as he leaves.
Well, fucking hell. The way he said “down” does not sound good. If he isn’t physically injured, it has to do with his designation.
“You know that anything you see, hear, or experience in this facility is confidential, don’t you?”
“Of course, sir.”
“Good. Then why don’t you come with me,” he says. The man who drove him here makes a sound of protest. The boss stops, giving the driver a glare. “It either works or it doesn’t. What’s the point in having some long conversation about it if it’s impossible? Tell your men to be on standby and make sure they know they are to intervene if it looks like the private’s life is in danger.”
“I appreciate that, sir,” Colton says and keeps his expression blank.
The boss shoots him a glare.
But Colton is getting a little bit annoyed at being quite so left in the dark. They’re sending him into an unknown but volatile situation. Colton makes it to the elevator without questions, but once the doors are closed, he has to ask. “To clarify, I’m the private you’re discussing, correct? The one whose life might be in danger?”
The boss only nods. “I made a phone call to the general and he sent you over right away.”
Colton nods in understanding. He is disposable compared to whoever this submissive is.
The doors open and he doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t a massive gym. Rhythmic pounding raises the hair on the back of Colton’s neck. It’s a familiar sound but magnified.Fists on a punching bag and a vibration he can feel under his feet. The power of those punches is unbelievable.
And it’s only coming from one person. He’s huge. He’s probably two of Colton and seventy-five percent muscle, too packed with muscle.
The punching continues. Colton can feel it in his throat and chest. The man’s breath comes in heaving pants that echo around the room. Colton can only see the back of him, but fuck is he an incredible specimen of genetic engineering.
He has a designation. That part is obvious. His shoulders are unbelievably broad, and the way his muscles bunch and release when he hits the bag is hypnotizing.
Other details become apparent. He’s trembling visibly, like a horse that’s about to drop dead at the end of a race. His breath is heaving in and out unsteadily. His shoulders are hunched. Clearly, he’s in severe distress.
And Colton has to brace himself so he doesn’t take a step forward and force the man to stop hitting that fucking bag.
