“What do you need, sweetheart?” Colton asks, squeezing a tense cheek.
“Daddy! Why do you want this?” Like he’s asking God why he created the universe. He’s so desperate for an answer.
“Why do people want chocolate? It’s just good. You look fuckingamazing.So fucking sexy. Want to see how much I likeit?” He pulls down his underwear to below his balls so Graham can see how aroused he is.
Graham’s hands are pulled against his chest, under his chin because of the cuffs. Colton kisses Graham on the mouth. He’s hot and salty from tears and breaking out into a sweat when he started thrashing. Colton tastes more of him, moves down his neck, placing wet, open kisses that he hopes feel oppressive.
He swipes a finger lightly against the head of Graham’s cock and brings his sticky finger to his mouth, getting the taste of Graham on his tongue.
“Do you know what the problem is with getting what you want? With having really good chocolate?”
“What?” Graham asks, eyes wide with something that looks like fear in his eyes. And that makes Colton hard. Harder than he’s ever been. “It makes you wantmore. It makes me want to devour you, to ruin you, and see just how sweet and open… broken you can be for me. And only me. No one can ruin you like I can, baby.”
Graham comes, untouched, and drops hard into subspace.
24
EPILOGUE
Six months later
The change in Graham has been remarkable. He practically glows with happiness and good health now that he’s Colton’s and is getting his needs met. Colton watches his baby through the camera that’s embedded in Graham’s glasses as he goes into the bar.
It took about a month for Graham to really get balanced and for Colton to figure out what Graham needed, when he needed it, and what got him there the fastest.
It had been a fun month but incredibly intense both sexually and emotionally. But once they’d figured each other out and Graham had settled down, things had been so good that they’d both taken a sabatacle for a month. It was a month where they didn’t leave the house for longer than it took to run errands or exercise.
Then they’d gone back to work. Sometimes that’s a disaster for new couples, especially when designations are involved but it’s been fairly easy for them because Colton’s control over himself and Graham is so steady.
Graham trusting him completely is the only reason it’s so easy. And he tells his boy that all the time. Their missions have gotten more advanced and longer in duration and now they’re here.
It’s a crummy bar, in a shitty location, in a poor part of Eastern Europe. A place most people would avoid. Certainly after dark and in winter. But this shitty little town is a submissive sex trafficking haven due to it’s remote location and lack of international oversight. Add in a fairly lawless country with nothing but corruption and some gas and oil fields ripe for the taking. The cherry on top was the run-down military base with an airfield that was taken over by an oligarch ten years previously. Since then it’s been a place where traffickers meet, bid, buy and exchange submissives, and sometimes Dominants, on the black market.
“He’s gonna be fine,” Mack says, standing beside him and staring at the monitor.
“I know.” He does, mostly. But there’s always something that can go wrong. Not every precaution can be planned out and something unexpected can always happen. People are unpredictable. Cornered men can act in shockingly inhumane ways if they feel like they’re going to lose everything.
“There he is, just like Dmitri said,” Mack says.
Dmitri is an undercover submissive working for Whitestone whose been passing information back to them for the last three years. The submissive looks at Graham and makes the faintest nod of acknowledgement before turning away. Dmitri walks over to the oligarch they want to capture and touches him on the shoulder. He bends down and kisses the man on the cheek.
It's an identification so they know he’s the man they want. Kiryenko, the trafficker they’re looking for looks up at Dmitri while his hand slips under the man’s micro skirt.
The camera cuts away for a second as Graham sits down at a table and scans the room. His gaze settles on the fire but the corner of the screen shows Dmitri and Kiryenko.
Kiryenko is fondling the boy. “Plugged,” Colton says.
“Sure,” Mack says. Then there’s the flash of a jeweled plug between the man’s cheeks. Mack snorts. “Bet that just pisses him off.”
The trafficker play with the plug, pulling it out halfway and shoving it back inside a few times. Then his phone rings and he waves Dmitri away. Dmitri turns back towards Graham, gaze unreadable. After three years of this he must be used to it. Right?
Dmitri taps his chest twice, the prearranged signal that they’re going ahead with the extraction.
“That’s us,” Mack says and they give the signal to the men surrounding the building.
“Graham, we’re ready,” Colton says, and his heart starts pounding because this is the part where it can all go tits up.
“Understood,” Graham says. Graham pushes the remote that’s sewn into his jacket and the bar goes dark. Patrons exclaim and fumble for their phones to turn on flashlights so they can see. Then the violence starts. It’s over quickly enough and an unconscious Kiryenko is carried onto the plane, Graham has an unconscious submissive over his shoulder, and the other five guys on their team and locking the place down and getting the other submissives secure.
