Chapter Three
“Oh.” Forest started to turn away from the window.
“No, they want to be seen,” Quar said. “Watch them, unless it bothers you or you don’t enjoy it.”
“They want us to—” Forest glanced at the window, into the room where the Dom was fucking a sub. The Dom grinned and slammed his cock him. “Watch.”
“Exactly. That’s part of their kink. As you can see, the sub isn’t allowedto make any noise.” Quar gestured to the sub who had his lips pressed tightly together.
“Why doesn’t the Dom gag him?” Forest asked. “That’d be easier for the sub.”
“Which is exactlywhythere’s no gag,” Quar replied. “Some Doms enjoy pushing their subs into failing so they can be punished. As long as the subs are into that, it all works out.”
“Pushing them to fail?” Forest looked appalled.“That’s awful! To me, I mean. I don’t like failing. It makes me feel like a loser.”
Quar tamped down a flicker of excitement. “So punishment isn’t a kink for you?”
Forest took a moment to answer, as if he gave the question careful consideration. “No, I don’t think so.” He kept his gaze on the scene. “I told you I’ve never done any of this—but I’ve thought about it a lot. The act of submittingto someone interests me—to hand myself over into their care. Pain for pain’s sake? Not so much. An erotic spanking? Interested.”
“Damn. You’re perfect,” Quar murmured, still trying not to get his hopes up. It was rare to find someone—a sub—who matched with his predilections. He had too many emotional scars from giving in to hope.Or maybe just giving in when I should have held out for the rightsub?
Forest looked at him. “I am?”
Quar touched his cheek. “You are. Pain doesn’t have to be a part of BDSM. That’s a common misconception. It’s not all whips and canes. Submission comes in many different forms, as does Dominance. Punishments don’t have to be physically painful, though they’ll be unpleasant in whatever form they come in. Otherwise, they aren’t really punishments. BDSM is definedby what people work out between them. Sometimes that’s several people, like a Dom and his subs or slaves, sometimes it’s between two people. Whatever works for consenting adults.”
“So I’m not a weird sub? Because I don’t want to be hurt?” Forest’s hopeful expression touched Quar’s heart.
“No, you aren’t weird,” Quar assured him.
Forest smiled. “Um. Are you a Dom who likes to inflict pain?”
“Am I a sadist? That’s what you’re asking?” Quar clarified.
“Right. Yes.” Forest nodded and averted his gaze.
That flicker of hope caught on a breeze of need and flared to life. “No, I’m not. It’s been a problem in past relationships. I do demand control and expect my orders to be followed to a T.” He tugged on Forest’s hip and Forest turned to face him again. “And spanking for arousal is somethingthat I very much enjoy.”
Forest’s breath stuttered out of him. “Oh.” He bit his bottom lip.
Quar leaned close and whispered in his ear, “Ask me, Forest. If you want something, ask me. I won’t take what isn’t offered.” He moved back.
Forest’s pupils were huge as he released his bottom lip, then licked it.
“You’re new and inexperienced. I don’t want to take advantage, so if you want somethingfrom me, ask,” Quar reiterated, then forced himself to add, “and if you don’t, that’s okay, too. You need to know what—and who—you want, at least to some degree. You don’t have to decide anything right now, either.”
“You,” Forest blurted. He pressed his lips together.
Quar felt flushed with excitement but he waited for Forest to speak again.
Forest exhaled after several seconds. “I mean,you, sir. I want you, if you’re interested.”
