Part 10 (2/2)

”I want all available officers to accompany me tonight on a raid. We are going to the ”At Your Mercy Club,”

on Decadent.”

”Which role do you play, Sir?” someone called out from the back of the room.

Bryce raised an eyebrow. ”We're not going there to play. Although, whatever you choose to do on your own time officer, is your business.”

The room erupted into laughter.

Smart gazed up at him now. ”With all due respect, Sir,” he said snidely, ”don't we have to have a pretty good reason to raid a legitimate establishment like the N.M. Club?”

Bryce gave him a chilly smile. Ever since their encounter at his apartment, they kept their exchanges to a minimum. ”I a.s.sure you, Captain, I have my reasons. I don't choose to disclose them at the moment.”

He nodded.

”Alright,” he continued. ”I want you to move in on my orders and secure all persons in the establishment and within a one mile radius. You will bring them all into the lobby and keep them there until I give you further orders. Is that clear?”

There was a round of ”yes, Sir.”

”Alright, all units move out except for unit twelve who will maintain the routine watch.”

”That's my unit, Sir.” Smart stood up, ready to protest.

”That's right,” he said, meeting his gaze.

”I am a senior officer. If anything significant is taking place, then I should be involved,” he offered stiffly.

”You are an experienced officer. I need you to hold down the fort while the rest of the patrol is utilized elsewhere.”

”But,” he said, ”one of my immediate subordinates like...”

”Captain, are you questioning my orders?” He cut him off briskly. He had no time for this s.h.i.+t.

”No, Sir,” he said, his voice as sweet as syrup. ”I feel honoured that you have so much confidence in me that you would leave me in your stead.”

He laughed. ”Bulls.h.i.+t,” he told him. ”But I don't give a s.h.i.+t.”

Tyler was trembling as the woman zipped him into this skintight leather suit. There were zippers everywhere, down the legs, across the chest, down the length of his b.u.t.tocks. When she put on the mask with only two slits for the eyes and an opening for the nose, and a zip across the mouth, he found it hard to fight the panic.

”Don't worry,” she said, patting his shoulder. ”Remember that green light is 'Go' and red light is 'Stop'. If it gets too much, yell red light. Now, you've filled out all the information on the form. The Dom knows what it is you want. Are you ready?” she asked him, making sure the wrist and ankle cuffs were secure.

”Yes,” he said softly.

She grinned, zipping the mouth closed. ”Have a great time,” she said, waving at him.

She closed the door. It was dark. He stood there clad in this tight leather thing, bound and gagged, and he wondered if maybe he'd lost his mind. He knew it was safe. He knew nothing would really happen without his permission. But what could he do about it if it did? He sighed, waiting, reminding himself that the idea of being completely at someone else's mercy was the whole point. Still, his stomach twisted into knots as he watched the door.

”So, who are we really looking for, Modem?” Seth inquired as he strapped himself into the craft.

Bryce cast him a glance as he lifted off the landing pad. ”Why do you ask that?”

”Come on, Commander. You were very evasive in there,” Seth joisted. ”I might be green around the edges but I'm not stupid. You got a tip that Modem might be at that place tonight.”

”Maybe,” he said softly, watching the night sky with his dark eyes.

After that, Seth fell quiet.

When the door clicked open, Tyler gulped some air.

The man was dressed like him, only his zippers were all undone. He was slim, of medium height, and his face was hidden behind a mask that was similar to the one he had on.

”h.e.l.lo, Tyler,” he cooed, his voice sounding scratchy, as if he was just getting over a cold. ”Waiting for me?”

Tyler nodded, breathing deeply.

”Umm, I've been antic.i.p.ating this moment, the moment when I could finally make you mine. You know that you are my slave.”

Tyler took a breath. He nodded again. He was trembling as the man walked around him slowly, running his gaze over him. He waited a second, then moved around in back and tore the zipper down that ran over the middle of his a.s.s. A hand moved inside the suit, roaming over one of the cheeks. ”Nice. This is what I want. I want that a.s.s. I plan to f.u.c.k you until you can't walk, you wh.o.r.e.”

That didn't sound all that pleasant.

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