Chapter Five
Forest went soft—all but one particular part of Forest. His dick was rigid and hot against Quar’s thigh. As tempting as it was to get Forest off, Quar wasn’t going to—yet. He slid his tongue over Forest’s and laid claim to his mouth, swallowing all the sounds Forest made.
Quar rumbled as pleasure rolled over him in waves. He used his grip on Forest’s nape to encouragehim to tilt his head. Forest followed the unspoken directive like a dream, and Quar kissed him harder, deeper, wanting as much of Forest he could get.
When Forest began to tremble nonstop, and Quar felt dizzy with the weight of lust, Quar eased back, kissing Forest on his swollen lips, along his jaw, down to the soft spot under his ear.
“Oh.” Forest turned his head, offering more of his neck.
Quar accepted, leaving a trail of kisses on his skin before he began stroking Forest’s nape and hip. “I could kiss you all night,” Quar admitted, surprised at how rough his voice sounded. “But we do need to have that conversation I mentioned.” And though Quar could have kissed Forest all night, he wasn’t going to rush into a contract or commitment. He’d learned his lesson about rushing afterthe second time he’d been burned. “You can sit in the chair across from the desk, or you can sit at my feet, in proper form.”Shit. So much for not rushing anything.
“Your feet, sir. Will you please tell me how to sit?” Forest asked.
Quar’s pulse accelerated when he heard Forest’s perfect response. Forest was right in step with him. That had to mean Quar was right to trust himself this time—andright to trust Forest.
“Yes, of course. Let me get a cushion.” Since subs often ended up coming to Quar with problems, he kept various cushions for them to kneel on. He took a lavender one from the stack by the file cabinet and placed it beside his chair.
“Come here.”
Forest hurried to him.
Quar explained how to sit properly, and to his credit, Forest only needed the explanation once.“You’re a natural, as I said. Such a good boy.”
“Thank you, sir.” Forest kept his gaze on the floor, but his fingers twitched behind his back.
“Is there something you want to say?” Quar asked. “You’re free to speak up at any time.”
Forest took a quick breath, then rushed out, “I like when you call me that. Boy. When J.D. called me boy, I just felt sick, but not when you do it.”
Because youknow who you should belong to. Me.Quar felt sucker-punched by the thought. He was doing it again, diving headfirst without caring about the depth of the water. And as he was panicking, Forest was waiting for his response. The need to protect his sub—a sub!—overtook Quar’s own concerns. “He wasn’t the Dom for you. J.D. is aggressive and he’s a sadist. There’s nothing wrong with that as long aswhoever he’s with is a masochist. You said you don’t think you’d like pain for pain’s sake. You and J.D. are not a good match.”
“I know I wouldn’t like it, sir,” Forest said. “I don’t, um, when I masturbate, I don’t think about pain. Spanking, yes.” He darted a glance at Quar’s face. “Is that too much information?”
“No. Your candor is refreshing. You know what you want.” Quar studied him fora moment. “I thought you’d have questions, but youdoknow what you want, don’t you?”
Forest bobbed his head. “I think so, sir. I’m sure I’ll have all kinds of questions once I’ve had some experience, but I know without a doubt I’m a sub. I don’t like pain. I liked—” He cleared his throat when his voice pitched higher. “I liked watching the Dom fucking his sub. So checkmark to me being a voyeur.I’m ninety-nine percent sure I’d like to be watched.”
Quar’s cock throbbed from growing erect so quickly. Both of those were on his list of favorite things to do.
“Bondage…” Forest exhaled. “I don’t know about that one, or gags or blindfolds. I think that’d depend on who was in control.”
“Do you mean, it’d depend on if you trusted your Dom?” Quar asked, giving in to the urge and running hisfingers through Forest’s curls. “You should be with a Dom you feel safe with.”
Forest hummed and pressed into Quar’s petting. “I know you wouldn’t abuse that trust.”
“I wouldn’t.” Quar was helpless to say anything else, because it was the truth. He could still put up some boundaries for both of their sakes. “I’m going to write my view of the debacle with J.D., and you’re going to sit here quietlyand reflect upon what you’d like to experience tonight. When I’ve finished, I’ll ask you to tell me what that is, then I’ll decide whether or not what you want will happen. We’ll either have a scene or we won’t. If we do, afterwards, once I’ve taken care of you, we’ll both go home and take a week to reflect on what happened between us. After a week, I’ll meet you back here, Saturday night ateight, and you will tell me whether or not you want to continue with this, with me.” Quar already knew he’d want more of Forest. He obviously hadn’t learned his lesson after two fast-start relationships had failed. He was rushing toward another relationship, full-tilt.
“A whole week?” Forest asked. “Can’t it just be a couple of days, sir?”
Quar was completely honest. “No, because it’s not justyou who needs to take some time to think about things. I’ve had two long-term subs—relationships—that started with a scene and ended up, in both cases, with the man moving in with me that same night. Our expectations didn’t line up. I should have been clearer.” And maybe he wouldn’t have gotten the shit stomped out of his heart both times.
“Oh, I didn’t think—” Forest shook his head. “Well,that’s it. I didn’t think about anyone but myself. I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re eager.” Quar observed Forest’s erection still pressing against his zipper. “Horny.”
Forest chuckled. “Yes, sir, I am that. Makes it hard to focus when all my blood has rushed south of my brain.”
“I think I should take care of that so you’ll be more clear-headed.” Quar enjoyed the slight gasp from Forest. “But I haveto get this paperwork done first, so I want you to get your dick out and stroke it, slowly, until I’m done. And don’t come.”
Forest looked at him. “You want me to masturbate for you? Sir?”
“I do,” Quar said. “You mentioned masturbation earlier, albeit in a vague way. It’s made me curious—and hard.” He cupped his own erection through his leather pants. “Give me a show, boy.”
Forest’s cheeksturned pink but he was already unfastening his pants.
“Take your shirt off,” Quar advised. “You’ll get spunk on it otherwise.”
“I thought you said I couldn’t come, sir?” Forest asked even as he whipped the shirt off over his head.
“While you’re masturbating, no.” Quar grinned. “But I didn’t say I wouldn’t make you come when I’m sucking you off later.”
