“Whatever you want,” Graham says, reverent. He cries out when Colton takes his hand away to turn off the shower. Colton pulls him to his feet and gets them out, dries Graham off, hauls him to bed, and tucks him under the covers.
“Sleep, sweetheart. We can work out everything else in the morning. But it’s just you and me, alright? No one else.”
Graham sleeps.
The call to report in for a rescue mission comes in three hours later, Graham’s phone buzzing and waking him up. He fumbles for it and his voice slurs as he answers.
“Any chance we could get you out on an extraction mission in the next thirty minutes? Your levels look fantastic and I need you there,” Fein says.
“Yes, of course,” Graham says and rubs his eyes with one hand. He yawns. “I’m up and on my way now.”
The line disconnects. Colton is awake and on his side, watching him.
“I have to go.”
“There isn’tanyoneelse they can send?” Colton demands.
“I have… special skills and my clearance is high, so not really.”
“What do you mean by special skills?”
“Because my designation is so extreme I can approach submissives in distress and they won’t react badly to me. I go in when a Dominant can’t.”
“How often do you do this work?”
“Probably forty or fifty times a year,” he says and sits up. “Fuck, I’m tired. Three days, huh? Would have been nice,” he says and tries not to think about what he’s losing out on.
“I want to see you when you get back. You call me if you need me.”
Which is sweet. “I still haven’t gotten fucked.”
“You needed the rest.” The worst part is that it’s true. He forces himself out of bed and into his clothes. Colton dresses too, both of them casting glances at each other but intentionally keeping a distance.
“What happens to them?” Colton asks.
“Who?”
“The submissives you rescue?”
“I have to go.” He heads toward the door, needing this conversation to end. He doesn’t have time to explain to Colton that most of the time they’re rescuing submissives from sex slavery and prostitution. There are a hell of a lot of monstrousmen and organizations that want a beautiful, enhanced man that will take any amount of abuse and be grateful for it. Submissives are valuable.
The best outcome for a lot of these rescued submissives is finding a single Dominant who cares for them and wants to be with them permanently. Safety. Companionship. Even love. It can happen.
“Hey,” Colton says, stopping him. He closes the distance between them and Graham tries not to focus on just how much he wants the Dominant in front of him. He was told they’d have time together. His stomach hurts and he wants to both cry and punch something because it’s so fucking unfair.
“What?” It sounds aggressive. “Sir,” Graham says, trying to soften the blow.
Colton looms over him—that’s how it feels—his hands cupping Graham’s cheeks and forcing eye contact. A wave of dominance washes over him and he has to lock his knees so he doesn’t fall down. “Don’t,” he begs. “I have to go.”
“You’reminenow. You come to me when you’re done and I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh,” he whispers and kisses Colton greedily.I want to trust him, Graham thinks. “Be patient with me. I’m not good at this. But I want to try… with you.”
One last kiss and Graham makes himself walk out the door.
12
The mission doesn’t go well. The submissive they were trying to find has disappeared and the police have a report about an altercation in the same location the submissive was last seen. A seventy-five-year-old woman heard shouting outside her window and looked down into the alley below. She reported seeing five men attacking one man. She went to call the police and when she returned to the window, everyone was gone.
