Chapter Six
Forest had masturbated thousands of times—he was a healthy twenty-two-year-old, after all—but none of those times could compare with how it felt to jack off in front of Quar. As he worked his cock, stroking it with a loose grip to keep from coming, Forest watched Quar.
Quar used a silver pen as he filled out the incident report. He’d pause every minute or so and murmurencouraging words to Forest.
It fired Forest’s lust to new heights. He moaned as his balls began to draw tight despite his best attempts at repressing an orgasm.
“Close?” Quar asked.
“Yes, sir,” Forest forced out. “So close.”
“Play with your balls instead.”
Like that wasn’t going to keep Forest on the edge of climax. “Yes, sir.” Forest tried to spread his legs wider but was hindered byhis pants.
Quar set the pen down. “Stand up.”
Forest got to his feet.
“We’ve established that you don’t like pain, but you did agree that a spanking was something you’re interested in,” Quar said. “I want to spank you, and if you get through that without coming, I’ll suck your cock until you do. Then I’m going to take my dick out and jack off on your face. Does any of that sound unappealing?”
“God, no,” Forest blurted out. “Please, please do all that, sir. Please.” He’d beg more if Quar needed him to.
“You’ll use the standard safe words, red for stop, yellow for pause, green for go.” Quar scooted his chair back and flipped the arms of it up. “If you refrain from using them when you need them, and I find out, this will be the only scene we ever do together.”
Forest’s chest achedand he rubbed it. “I won’t let you down, sir.”
Quar gave him a thorough once-over, then smiled. “You are perfect, Forest. I want your pants and underwear around your ankles. Keep everything on that you’re wearing.”
“Yes, sir.” Forest’s head swam, he was so turned on. He braced a hand on the desk.
“Are you okay, Forest?” Quar was right there, standing by him, a hand on his shoulder. “You cansay no to any of this.”
“I’m too…too excited.” Forest huffed. “Like an inexperienced virgin.”
“Hey.” Quar cupped Forest’s chin.
Forest looked at him.
“There isnothingwrong with being inexperienced in sex or BDSM. Nothing wrong with being a virgin. You’re trusting me with something—two things that are very important. Your body and your emotions. Sex and BDSM. That’s huge. Thank you, Forest,and please, don’t be ashamed of anything you feel,” Quar said. Then he kissed Forest, and the hot press of his tongue into Forest’s mouth began chasing away his fears and doubts.
Forest couldn’t keep back the sounds that seemed to spill from him as Quar kissed him.
He clung to Quar, and each flick of Quar’s tongue, each nip of his teeth, drew Forest out of his own head. All he could taste wasQuar. All he could feel was Quar. All he could smell was Quar.
Forest was safe, taken care of, he knew it without a doubt. He tried to cling when Quar ended the kiss.
Quar nipped his neck, then his collarbone. Forest’s legs went weak on him as desire for Quar doubled.
“Steady,” Quar ordered while he worked his hands under Forest’s jeans and briefs. “Nice ass, boy.” Quar squeezed his cheeks.
“Thank you, sir,” Forest found the voice to say.
Quar shoved Forest’s clothes down, then he surprised Forest with a slap to his right butt cheek. “Tight.”
Forest had yelped, and he analyzed how he felt about the swat. “I liked that, sir.”
Quar studied him for a moment, then grinned. “Yes, you did.” He trailed a finger down the length of Forest’s cock before stepping back and sitting in hischair again. He patted his thighs. “Come on, boy. Over my lap.”
