Under my Bodyguard's Control (manxman, manxwoman)*Power Tops Book 3*

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Joseph

(A shirtless Mike)

My hands were shaking and I literally sweating bullets with both anxiety and fear of how I am going to spend my afternoon with Michael. The palms of my hands were clammy even with the a/c vents blowing full throttle in the backseat of the car. It was a miracle I made it through my work week after Michael and I had our little heart to heart over the past weekend. I had always suspected, but I didn't know for sure if Michael was a Dom. I have never seen him around The Dungeon or inside the Marcus' V.I.P. playroom upstairs.

Mike had explained to me that his absence in the V.I.P area wasn't because of his lack of membership, he was a full member and Marcus had all but begged him to perform for the other exclusive members, but he felt that his specific kinks and what his subs to consensually endure were sometimes too extreme for the lighter crowd or the faint of heart. When he was at the club, he usually spent his time in his private suite with his selected house sub practicing those said kinks for the remainder of the time spent there.

I must admit, when Michael had said that, a ripple of anxiety had shivered down my spine. I wondered just how much more extreme was he compared to my previous Sir. Damien was a heavy hitter in the lifestyle, not only was he a Dominant, but a Master Dominant as well. He was well versed in multiple methods of bondage, CBT, edge play, and the power exchange, which were his primary specialties. Playing out scenes with the man as his submissive was not to be taken lightly.

Mike had switched us from drinking wine to water. He had wanted me completely aware and cognizant of what he was telling me about himself. He had started from the beginning, and opened up about his life growing up as an only child, born to older than average parents. His parents had long since given up on having a child after multiple attempts followed by heart wrenching miscarriages, and then his mother had gotten pregnant with him when they had least expected it. She was in her early forties when she had finally conceived and carried the baby to term, and his father was already in his mid fifties.

They had been ecstatic about the pregnancy and his birth. They'd also been paranoid after the high risk pregnancy, and in turn, they became very overprotective of their little miracle. Their overprotectiveness became stifling as Michael had gotten older, and it only continued to get worse as he progressed into his teenage years.

The older he got, was the more clingy his mother became. She had never approved of his friends, or anyone he spent his time with. She hadn't approved of anything that may have had the possibility of taking his focus away from home. She had still wanted to control every aspect of his life as if he was still her little boy.

Michael had went on to excuse his mother's behavior by saying that she acted out of love, and she was never malicious, or calculating with her plans for him. It's just that she didn't want to let him go after hoping and wishing so long for a child of her own. He had given her no choice but to accept, and realize that her baby boy was now man, who needed to leave her skirt strings behind and make a life for himself. He accomplished it by coming home one day, and announcing out of the blue, that he had enlisted in the Army. He was leaving for boot camp three weeks after he graduated from high school.

I'd watched in total fascination as the big man's ears turned bright red with the memory of how his mother had ranted and raved, until she begrudely accepted the fact that he was going away no matter what she had to say on the subject. His father had been a big supporter of his decision to enlist, being the Navy himself, and experienced being deployed overseas having served in the Vietnam War. Mike's father had promised him that his mother would eventually come around, and the older Mr. Reynolds had made Mike promise to keep himself safe.