Under Mr. Big's Command

Chapter 1: The First Order

The dimly lit bar on the edge of town was the kind of place where secrets were currency, and I, Mack, was about to cash in on the most dangerous one yet. At 5’9, with dark hair and a medium-length beard framing my strong jaw, I carried myself with a quiet confidence, my muscular frame filling out the black leather jacket I wore. But tonight, I wasn’t in control. Tonight, I was here for him—Mr. Big.

I spotted him across the room, a towering figure of raw power, his broad shoulders and piercing gaze commanding attention without effort. He was older, seasoned, with a smirk that could unravel a man’s resolve in seconds. He beckoned me with a subtle nod, and my pulse quickened as I approached, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension.

'Mack,' he drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. 'You’re late. I don’t tolerate tardiness.'

I smirked, leaning against the bar, trying to play it cool even as my heart hammered. 'Traffic’s a bitch, Mr. Big. But I’m here now. What’s the play?'

His eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing as he stepped closer, his cologne—a mix of leather and musk—invading my senses. 'The play, boy, is you learning your place. You think you’re tough, don’t you? All that muscle, that swagger. But I see through it. You’re itching to be put in line.'

I swallowed hard, my bravado faltering under the weight of his stare. 'And what if I don’t bend so easy?' I shot back, my voice steady despite the heat pooling in my gut.

He chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound, and leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. 'Oh, Mack, I don’t break men who don’t want to be broken. But you? You’re already halfway there. I can see it in the way your eyes linger, the way your body tenses when I’m near. You want this. You want me to take control.'

My jaw clenched, but I couldn’t deny the truth in his words. There was something about him—his authority, his sheer presence—that made my skin buzz with anticipation. 'Maybe I do,' I admitted, my voice low, almost a growl. 'But I’m not some pushover. You’ll have to earn it.'

Mr. Big’s grin widened, and he grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful, pulling me toward the back of the bar where shadows hid more than just secrets. 'Earn it? Boy, I’m gonna carve my name into every inch of your defiance until you’re begging for more. Follow me. Now.'

My breath hitched as I let him lead me, the promise of what was to come igniting a fire in my veins. We slipped into a private room, the door clicking shut behind us, sealing our fate. He turned to face me, his eyes raking over my body like I was a prize he’d already claimed.

'Strip,' he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips. 'You gonna say please, or do I have to make you?'

His laugh was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. 'Oh, Mack, you’ve got a mouth on you. Let’s see how long that lasts when I’ve got you on your knees.'

The challenge hung heavy in the air as I shrugged off my jacket, my movements deliberate, teasing. His gaze burned into me, and I could feel the weight of his desire, the raw hunger that matched my own. My shirt hit the floor next, revealing the hard lines of my chest, and I saw his jaw tighten, his control slipping just a fraction.

'Keep going,' he commanded, his voice rough now, laced with something primal.

I stepped closer, my hands hovering over my belt, the space between us electric. 'You want it all, don’t you?' I taunted, my own voice thick with need. 'You’re dying to see how hard I can get for you.'

Mr. Big’s hand shot out, gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. 'Keep talking, boy. I’m gonna make that smart mouth of yours sing a different tune when I’m done with you.'

My pulse raced as I undid my belt, the sound of the buckle echoing in the small room. The tension was unbearable, my body already aching for his touch, for the dominance he promised. I could feel myself growing hard, the anticipation of his control driving me to the edge. And as I stood there, bare and vulnerable before him, I knew this was only the beginning of the game we were about to play.