Sub-Mission

Excerpt From: Sub-Mission

"He’s a pretty thing, isn’t he?" Robert observed, following Pierce’s gaze, which kept lingering on the handsome man at the bar.

"Yeah, he’s all right." Pierce shrugged.

"More like fucking hot, don’t you think?" Robert enthused, and for once, Pierce agreed with him entirely. He let his gaze wander up those long, slender legs, the tight, leather-clad bottom and further up the hard line of the man’s body to where his dark hair curled enticingly over the collar of his leather jacket. Although the stranger’s back was currently turned towards him, Pierce had got a long enough glimpse of his face to know that it matched the attractive body. He was wondering if he should try to make a pass when the unwelcome feeling of being watched made him focus on Robert again. Apparently he was still waiting for an answer. "I already said he’s all right, didn’t I?"

"You fancy him." It wasn’t a question.

"Well, I guess I wouldn’t deny him, although the good-looking ones aren’t necessarily good lays. Besides, he might be covered in spots or have a hairy back." Pierce aimed to sound far more indifferent than he felt. He took another sip of his drink, knowing that he should slow down, but he was enjoying the sizzling, fizzy feeling it created in the pit of his stomach too much.

"I can assure you, what’s underneath his clothes is just as pretty as his face. And he’s a great lay."

"Is he?"

"Absolutely."

Pierce was about to dismiss it and just change the topic, but something in Robert’s face as he eyed the beautiful stranger made him change his mind. He sighed and took the bait. "How would you know?"

Robert’s expression turned smug. "I’ve had him. Repeatedly. He’s all mine."

Pierce quickly raised his glass to hide the smirk on his face. Robert could be fun to talk to, and some of the guys at the club liked him as a Dom, but he also had a reputation for being a shameless show-off who’d make up stories to draw attention to himself.

"Yours?" Pierce didn’t bother to keep the disbelief out of his voice this time. No way was someone who looked like the guy at the bar with someone like Robert. Especially not since everything about the man’s body language, from the straight back and proudly raised head to the easy way he was talking to the bartender, stated that he was self-assured and strong-a confident, independent alpha male. Robert invariably wanted his men tame and submissive.

"Yes." Robert’s tone and the expression on his face sent a shiver down Pierce’s spine. "You don’t believe me, do you?"

Pierce drew a hesitant breath. "Well, admittedly he doesn’t look like your usual type," he answered warily.

"No? What does he look like, then?" There was definitely a nasty tone in Robert’s voice but it wasn’t angry, it was...challenging. Competitive. Pierce shrugged and thanked the waiter who had brought their refills. He didn’t want to argue, but apparently Robert was determined to irritate him. And he was beginning to succeed.

"He just doesn’t look like the submissive type to me."

"Looks can be deceptive," Robert replied idly.

"Yeah, well, you asked. If you ask me, that guy’s a complete top. I don’t think he’d so much as bottom for anyone, let alone submit. A pity really." Pierce took no small pride in the fact that he had an uncanny ability to not only instantly recognise whether a man was gay or not but to also figure out what they were like in bed within minutes. Before even trying to get them there. So far, he hadn’t been wrong once. He drained half of his drink in one large gulp, preparing to end the conversation, when Robert gave him a malicious grin.

"Wanna do him?"

Pierce made an effort not to choke. "What?"

Robert’s grin widened. "I’ll let you fuck him if you want." Leaning in, he added, "And trust me, he is going to bottom."

Pierce’s breath hitched as electricity jolted through his insides to explode in his groin. It had been ages since the mere thought of fucking someone had got him this turned on this quick. He’d had his fair share of experience and was used to being in control, and yet here he was, his trousers suddenly far too tight for comfort and he felt like a teenager hoping to get laid for the very first time. He stole a quick glance at the bar. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be, he was interested. Very interested. The idea of exploring the slender, handsome body that lay underneath all that leather was enticing. He swallowed, grappling with his self-control, and stared at Robert. "Sure he’s up to that? Shouldn’t you maybe ask him if he’s okay with it before you offer him to other people?"

Grinning triumphantly, Robert shrugged. "He’s okay with whatever I tell him. I’ll take that as a yes, then, shall I?"

His cock throbbing painfully in the confinement of his own leather trousers, Pierce took a deep breath. "Maybe you could introduce us first."

"My pleasure," Robert replied with an easy, slightly sharkish smirk and went to the bar.