“Didn’t Donald tell you to do some research?”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” He didn’t correct his friend about it being Scott, and not Donald. At that moment, he was more into finding out the things he needed to know.
“Tell me you guys haven’t done anything yet.”
“We haven’t done anything.”That wasn’t a lie.
“Good,” Grayson said in relief. “All right, I’ll start from the beginning. And I’ll give you a few websites to look through. I know it all sounds technical now, but when you have a connection with your dominant like I have with Chance, it’s beautiful.”
Grayson reached up and touched the necklace around his neck and smiled. Quintus could tell he was happy being with Chance.
It can’t be because they are mates?
“I need you to understand that a relationship can work without it being BDSM type of thing, so if you find the lifestyle is not for you, be upfront with Donald. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
Again, Quintus didn’t correct his friend but nodded in understanding. “All right, I‘m ready to learn.” Quintus was being honest, he was interested in learning more about BDSM—not because of Scott but because of himself.
* * *
Hours later,Quintus was sitting in front of his computer sweating and breathing heavily. His cock was hard and pressing against his jeans. He was telling himself not to cum—for what reason, he wasn’t sure.
After leaving Grayson’s office with a swell of information, he was more intrigued and wanted to learn so much more. Instead of going back to his office, he drove home and got on the websites Grayson had givenhim. Quintus spent the rest of the day reading and watching so many videos he had an erection that refused to go down.
Who knew I’d be so interested in this stuff?
Quintus had no idea how intense a scene between a dominant and a submissive could be. Grayson was right, it wasn’t all about pain, although that was a factor during a scene. But it was the trust the submissive had in the dominant to take care of him.
Is this something I want with, Scott? Can I give him such blind trust? I still need to experience it for myself. Watching a video is completely different from being in an actual scene.
Quintus noticed his cock grew harder when he heard the sound of the whip cutting the air before slashing across the submissive’s skin. His eyes glazed over a few times as he imagined feeling the sharp sting on his skin. A few times, his canines elongated, and his body grew hot with need when the dominant in the videos traced his fingers or tongue against the welts on the submissive’s skin.
Gods, I want that to be me so bad. Oh fuck, am I a pain slut?
He read what a pain slut was and by going off his thoughts, Quintus couldn’t help but wonder if that was why he wasn’t afraid to give BDSM a try.
“I need to step away from this for a bit, or I’ll be showing up to Scott’s house with a hard-on.”
He had to admit he had a lot to think about. Standing, he adjusted himself, hoping his erection would go down before it was time to go to Scott’s apartment. After several deep breaths, he calmed down and his erection receded, enabling him to move. He took a shower and got dressed, then headed down to his kitchen when the door opened, and Donald entered.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked his friend.
“Want to tell me why Grayson called me and chewed me out for not telling you about the basics of BDSM?” Donald didn’t look upset, which was a plus in the right direction.
“He’s got it in his head that you and I are seeing each other.” Quintus got a bottle of water for himself and one for Donald.
“I covered for you and Scott by the way,” Donald said shocking the shit out of him.
“What?” Quintus said as his voice came out in a squeak.
“You’re kidding, right?” Donald took the bottle of water from his hand and drank it down. “Dude, his scent was all over your house and you this morning.” He sniffed near Quintus. “And it’s still there. It’s like he’s marking his territory.”
“Please don’t say anything, not yet. We’re still trying to figure things out.”
“Well, figure it out quick. You guys live in a town with shifters, and there’s no use keeping things a secret around here.”
“I know, my sisters already suspect I’m seeing someone. It won’t be long before my mother finds out.”
“She’s already planning the mating ceremony,” Donald said with a chuckle. “I’ll keep covering for you and Scott until you guys know what’s up…”
