Chapter Two
Quar had been keeping an eye on Forest for more than one reason. It wasn’t just that he was obviously new to the club scene, but Forest was also attractive. It had been a long time—years—since Quar had met someone who intrigued him like Forest did. He seemed to be a mix of innocence and forthrightness that Quar hadn’t encountered before.
And, he was cute, with dark eyesand a riot of brown curls that hung just past his ears. The black-framed glasses he wore did it for Quar, too, which was a surprise. He’d never thought glasses made someone more or less attractive, but he liked them on Forest.
Plus, Forest had a slender build with a fantastic ass, two more things Quar appreciated about him.
He also had a shit car. Quar was pretty sure the engine was toast.He’d bet on a busted head gasket and oil all over the parking space Forest had left the car in. If Forest seemed comfortable with him, Quar would offer to take a look at the car and give him a free estimate on the repairs. For now, he wanted to get to know Forest.
“It can be difficult to pinpoint what draws a person to BDSM, but please try,” Quar encouraged after a minute of silence had passed.“Again, there’s no wrong answer.”
“I—” Forest gulped.
“Would you like a drink?” Quar hoped to put Forest at ease. “Water? Soda? I don’t recommend alcohol unless you’re a hundred percent certain you won’t be doing anything tonight. Sex or BDSM, I mean.”
Forest licked his lips.
Quar’s dick twitched. He wasveryinterested in Forest.
“Water?” Forest asked after darting a glance at him.
“Water it is.” Quar cupped Forest’s elbow and guided him to the bar. “Ted, two waters.”
“Coming right up.” Ted scooped two bottled waters out of the cooler and handed them to Quar. “Here ya go, sir.”
“Thank you, Ted.” Quar dropped a few ones into the tip jar. “Everything good?”
Ted set coasters down in front of them. “Running smooth, sir. Thank you for the tip.”
“You’re welcome.” Quar patteda stool. “Have a seat, Forest.”
“Yes, sir.” Forest blushed as he sat down. “Is that okay? The sir thing? It keeps slipping out.”
“It’s absolutely okay,” Quar assured him. Forest was a natural sub and it was showing. “You’re a sub, I’m a Dom. Sir is good. You’ll hear some Doms and Dommes called Master and Mistress here, but that’s something their personal subs call them. There are exceptions,of course.” He unscrewed the cap to Forest’s water bottle then handed it to him.
“Thank you, sir.” Forest took a long drink.
Quar watched the bob of his Adam’s apple and wondered what the skin there tasted like.Salty? Sweet? Bitter tang of chemicals?He didn’t smell a pungent cologne, so he suspected Forest didn’t use one, or if he did, he applied it sparingly.
“Have you ever been spanked?”Quar asked. “In a sexual manner.”
Forest lowered the bottle, covered his mouth with his free hand and coughed until his eyes watered.
Quar rubbed Forest’s back, between his shoulder blades. “Sorry. I should have waited on that question. I tend to be direct when I want something.”
Forest coughed again, then swiped a napkin out of the basket and dabbed at his eyes. After he’d crumpled the napkin,he took another sip of his water. “You want—something?”
“You, but don’t let that scare you,” Quar replied, still rubbing Forest’s back. “I haven’t been watching you out of boredom. You’re the first man who’s caught my eye in a while. But, no pressure, at all. I meant what I said about showing you around and answering questions you might have. I’m not going to jump you and take advantage, andyou may very well not be interested in me. I’d still like an answer to my question.”
Forest set the bottle of water on the coaster and seemed fascinated by the label on it. “I’m not…disinterested, and no, sir. I haven’t. Ever. Been spanked, I mean.”
Relief at finding out Forest was interested in him made Quar’s pulse race, as did the information about spanking. Quar smiled. He was proud ofForest for answering him without more prompting. For someone nervous and new to the scene, Forest was braver than most people would have been in his shoes. “Why don’t I show you around, and you can tell me what you know and what interests you about BDSM.”
“That’s going to be hard,” Forest said, glancing at him.
“I can tell you why I was drawn to BDSM,” Quar offered, figuring he could lead byexample. “I like control. It’s very important to me. I thrive on telling a sub to do something, and having my orders followed. Let’s walk.”
“Yes, sir.” Forest got off the stool.
