“I know, but it sounds better than Hendrix and his three subs and four Doms, doesn’t it? It’s snappier.”
“Sounds like a ripped-off film title.”
Quinn touches my arm and nods towards the door. It is a good moment to slip away. Without a word, we walk out of the kitchen, leaving Rory and Hendrix to their debate.
* * *
We pause outside Quinn’s door. I put my hands in his back pockets and pull him against my chest so I can kiss him.
“Get undressed for me and lie on the bed.”
“You want me lying down this time?” Doubt clouds Quinn’s eyes.
“Yes. Trust me.”
He nods but still looks uncertain.
“Get lube and some condoms.”
He stares at me. “More than one?”
“Yes.” I kiss him again and then go to my room to find the nipple clamps I’d mentioned on Monday.
They are clover-style clamps, made out of stainless steel with ribbed rubber detailing on the inside. They’re the firmest pair of clamps I have at home, so I hope Quinn enjoys them. They’re joined together by a chain, which I can pull on to tighten them and give Quinn a burst of pain.
I give him a few more minutes to fulfil the instructions I gave him, and so I can find calm amid my ever-shifting thoughts. If I can’t focus on him, I won’t go ahead with the scene.
Once I’m one hundred per cent sure I’m in the right headspace, I go to Quinn’s room and knock softly before entering. Quinn is naked and lying in the centre of the bed. I note that he’s got rid of all the pillows, probably to make himself less comfortable. His arms are folded beneath his head. His legs are spread invitingly. There’s a bottle of lube and four condoms on the mattress beside him.
“Was this how you wanted me?” His eyes gleam as he stares at me.
“Yes. You’re perfect.”
Quinn’s cheeks practically glow with heat. Although he keeps smiling, there’s a sudden tension in his mouth and forehead. I give him time by getting undressed slowly. Each time I take a garment off, I fold it neatly and add it to a growing pile on his desk. Once I’m naked, I angle the fan towards him and turn it on. The breeze disturbs his hair, and goosebumps appear on his skin.
“Too cold?”
“Just right.”
I drop the nipple clamps beside the pile of lube and condoms and then kneel over him. I bow my head to his chest and suck his left nipple into my mouth. At first, I suckle on it tenderly, but once it’s hard, I apply more pressure. Quinn gasps and rakes his fingers over my back. I reward him by nipping his nipple between my teeth, taking care to cause pain, not damage. He arches his back and digs his nails deeper. I can feel them dragging across my skin, leaving hot tracks in their wake. The sensation gives me a momentary high, and my cock throbs as blood courses into it.
I turn my attention to his other nipple, worshipping it in the same way as the first. He responds in a similar fashion, mewling as he repays pain with pain, pleasure with pleasure.
“You like it, don’t you?” I rock back onto my heels and survey his hard, glistening nipples.
“Yes, Sir.” Quinn’s pupils are blown, and he looks fucking gorgeous. He flicks his gaze to the nipple clamps.
I wag my finger. “Not yet.”
He arches an eyebrow. I lean over the edge of the bed and retrieve one of the discarded cushions. I put it beneath his hips so I have better access to his arse.
“Beautiful. If I could draw, I’d be sketching you right now.”
His eyebrow arches higher. “You’d draw my arsehole?”
I lean onto my hands and kiss him. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Whatever turns you on.”
