“Calm down. I just need some information, and I don’t want anyone to hear.”
“All right, come on. Let’s go to my office.”
Grayson told his assistant where he was going in case, she needed him. Stepping from behind the counter, he walked towards his office. Quintus looked around the health center and felt pride build up inside of him, just like it did each time he was in a home or business his company had been part of building or remodeling. Quintus knew his people were hard workers and hoped he showed them just how he appreciated their efforts and the work they did daily.
They were not a small company, and he had a lot of men and women who depended on him, just as he depended on them to do their jobs. Grayson opened the door to his office and walked over to his desk, sitting behind it. Quintus walked in and closed the door, then sat in the chair facing his friend.
“All right, what do you want to talk about?”
“BDSM.”
Grayson stared at him for a few seconds before he spoke. “You two are fucking?”
“What? Who?”
“Donald,” he said. “I thought you said you guys aren’t fucking.”
“For crying out loud, we’re not fucking. I’m a virgin.”
“What? Since when?”
“Since the day I was born,” Quintus said, rolling his eyes.
“You know what I mean, asshole,” Grayson said. “Wait, I thought David Carter took your virginity when we were in high school? That’s what he told his friends.”
“Well, he lied,” Quintus told his friend. “All we did was make out and jerk each other off in the back of his car.”
“So why didn’t you tell everyone he was lying?”
“I didn’t see the harm in it,” he said shrugging. “No one really believed him. Or I thought they didn’t.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. All this time I thought you got your cherry popped before me.”
“Does that really matter now?” Quintus asked, not seeing the point.
“I guess it doesn’t matter.” Grayson sighed. “So, what do you want to know about BDSM?”
“Everything,” Quintus answered.
“First, I can’t tell you everything because everyone is different. I like things you might not like. But what I will tell you is important to everyone in the lifestyle—nothing happens between you and your dominant without a signed contract. And most importantly, you are the one with the power.”
“How?” Quintus asked, a bit confused. “If I understand things...you’re the submissive, and you’re letting him take over.”
“Because, my friend. With one word you can end it all.”
“Again, how?”
“We call it a safe word.” Quintus went to speak again, but Grayson stopped him by putting a hand up. “Let me explain. A safe word is one you and your Dom will know means stop. It will be a word you would never use while having sex. Most people who are just starting in the community use, red for stop, yellow for slow things down, and green for go.”
“Okay, that’s easy to understand. But what about this contract thing? Do you and Chance have a contract, even though he’s your mate?”
“You better believe it. We just went over it a couple of days ago, as a matter of fact.”
“So, what type of contract are we talking, do I need a lawyer?”
Grayson chuckled. “Yes and no. Okay, so a contract between you and your dominant is where you both work out things you like from what you don’t like and what you’d like to try one day. Since you’ve never done anything, I assume you and Donald will be trying to figure that out as you go. Also, remember this—Safe, Sane, Consensual. You need to be and feel safe. You and your dominant need to be in the right mental state for whatever scene you are going to do. And you both must agree to the terms before you start the scene. If you don’t feel safe during a scene, don’t feel bad about using your safe word.”
“Wait,” Quintus said to his friend, holding up his hand. “I need to write this shit down. I had no idea I was going to need to take notes.”
