Under Mr. Big's Command

Chapter 1: The First Order

The dimly lit bar on the edge of town was a haven for secrets, a place where desires simmered beneath the surface of every glance. I, Mack, sat at the far end of the counter, my 5’9 frame hunched over a whiskey, dark hair slightly tousled, my medium-length beard catching the faint amber glow of the overhead light. My strong stature was evident even in repose, muscles taut beneath my fitted black shirt, but tonight, I wasn’t the one in control. Tonight, I was waiting for him—Mr. Big.

He strode in like he owned the damn place, all six-foot-something of pure, unadulterated power. Broad shoulders, a jawline that could cut glass, and eyes that pinned you down without a word. Every head turned, but his gaze locked on me, a predator sizing up his prey. My pulse quickened as he approached, his polished boots clicking against the hardwood floor.

'Mack,' he drawled, voice low and gravelly, a smirk playing on his lips as he slid onto the stool beside me. 'You look like a man who’s been waiting too damn long.'

I shot him a sidelong glance, my jaw tightening. 'And you look like a man who enjoys making me wait, Mr. Big.'

He chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. 'Patience is a virtue, boy. But I’m not here to test it tonight. I’m here to break it.'

I raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of my whiskey to mask the heat creeping up my neck. 'Big words. You gonna back them up, or just keep teasing me with that silver tongue?'

His smirk widened, and he leaned in, close enough that I could smell the faint musk of his cologne mixed with something raw and dangerous. 'Oh, I’ll back it up, Mack. But first, you’re gonna follow my rules. Stand up. Now.'

The command hit me like a physical force, and though every instinct in me wanted to push back, there was something in his tone that made my body obey before my mind caught up. I stood, shoulders squared, meeting his gaze with a defiance I knew he’d enjoy breaking.

'Good boy,' he purred, standing as well, towering over me just enough to make my breath hitch. 'You’ve got fire in you. I like that. Makes it all the sweeter when you bend.'

I scoffed, crossing my arms. 'I don’t bend easy, Big. You’re gonna have to work for it.'

His eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flashing through them as he stepped closer, his chest brushing mine. 'Oh, I plan to. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for more. Now, follow me. We’re taking this somewhere private.'

My heart pounded as I trailed him out of the bar, the cool night air doing nothing to temper the heat building inside me. We reached a sleek black car parked in the alley, and he opened the back door, gesturing for me to get in. I hesitated, just for a second, and he caught it.

'Don’t play coy now, Mack,' he said, voice dripping with authority. 'Get in, or I walk away. Your choice.'

I smirked, stepping past him into the car. 'You’re not walking away from me, Big. Not tonight.'

He slid in after me, the door slamming shut with a finality that made my skin prickle. The space was tight, charged with tension, and as he turned to me, his hand gripping my thigh with a possessive strength, I knew I was in deep. His other hand tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

'Let’s get one thing straight,' he growled, his breath hot against my lips. 'I’m in charge here. You want to play, you play by my rules. And right now, I want to see just how hard you get when I take control.'

My cock twitched at his words, already straining against my jeans, and I let out a low, frustrated groan. 'Then stop talking and show me, damn it.'

His grin was feral as he pushed me back against the seat, his body looming over mine, hands rough and demanding. I could feel the heat of him, the raw power, and as his lips crashed into mine, all teeth and hunger, I knew this was only the beginning of a night where I’d be pushed to my limits—and loving every second of it.