“If you were my submissive, I would pierce your nipples and adorn them with diamond studded nipple rings,” Scott said against his skin. “So that I could play with them whenever I want.”
Quintus’s fingers dug into his scalp as sweet whimpers fell from his lips when Scott sucked on the nub. Scott continued his journey down the cheetah’s body, licking and sucking on his skin, leaving his marks before reaching Quintus’s cock. He licked the head of the cheetah’s cock and smiled when he heard his deep moan.
“I’d love to see you in a cock cage, knowing I had control over your erection and taking your pleasure. KnowingI am the only one who can make you cum on my say so.” He kept his voice low and even, knowing what he was saying could scare someone who was not into the BDSM lifestyle. He wanted to take things as slow as possible, and he wanted this between him and Quintus to work.
After just one night?
The question surprised him, but Scott didn’t have an answer. If Quintus was truly his mate, they would find a way to make things work. Scott closed his mind off and focused on the sexy man beneath him.
“That sounds so hot,” Quintus moaned.
“I can show you hot,” Scott whispered.
“Oh yeah?”
Raising his head, he looked at Quintus who was staring down at him with passion in his gold, jewel eye. “How badly do you want to make me breakfast?” he asked.
“Not as bad as I want you to make me cum.”
“Good,” Scott said, and went back to making his cheetah fly before they separated for the morning.
* * *
Later that morning,Scott walked into his office and was immediately accosted by Marlow.
“You’re late,” Marlow told him, without looking up.
“And that’s different from any other day?” he said.
Marlow stopped what he was doing and raised his head. He stared at Scott as if searching for something. “Who is he?”
“Who is who?”
“The guy you were with last night.”
“Marlow, I’ve never asked about the things you do when you go home. So, I will not answer your question.”
“Wait,” Marlow said with a gasp, clutching his imaginary pearls. “You found your mate?”
“I never said that,” Scott told him. “And what makes you think I was with someone?”
“I might not be a shifter or can smell things like you guys can. But I know when someone is getting some nookie.”
“Nookie, seriously? Why can’t you say fucking?”
“I would not utter such words. It’s too crass.”
“For fuck sake, Marlow. It’s okay to curse once in a while. You’re an adult, you know.”
“Well, I won’t,” he sniffed, and picked up a file off his desk, handing it to Scott. “Your first appointment is waiting in your office. Whatever you do, please don’t curse at him. He’s new and seems like a very nice man. Very handsome, too. I might add.”
Scott took the file and looked at the name.
Lucas Brooks.
“Did he say why needed to see me?”
“A broken heart,” Marlow told him. “Whoever broke his heart was an idiot, and that’s my professional opinion.”
