“Oh baby,” Scott said, resting his hands on his hips. “You don’t need tricks. I’m always watching you.”
“I’m just making sure, since I have competition.”
“Like who?” Scott asked in interest.
“Like hell I’m telling you who they are.”
“Fine, keep your secrets. But know I have ways of finding things out.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it.” Quintus smiled.
Scott kissed him and then patted him on his ass. “Come on, let’s eat. Then I’ll let you see my playroom.”
“Okay,” Quintus said, stepping back from him.
Scott turned and got to work preparing their plates.
“So, I’ve been doing some research into your lifestyle.”
“And?” Scott asked, looking over his shoulder to Quintus.
“I want to give it a try,” he said. “I got some information from Grayson. I spent the entire day watching videos and reading. I have to admit, I had no idea things could get so intense.”
Scott turned and studied Quintus’s face. He remembered when he had immersed himself into the lifestyle. He’d felt excited and overwhelmed at the same time.
“I know you’re feeling overwhelmed.”
“I am,” Quintus answered. “But I want to try this with you.”
“Why?” Scott asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Honestly, if another man had asked me that or told me they wanted me to be their submissive I probably would have tried to kick their ass. But with you, it feels natural. Like me coming to you and wanting to do this is supposed to happen.”
“Okay,” Scott said, turning back around and grabbed their plates, taking them to the table. “I’ll let you see the playroom after we eat. I’ll give you a contract to look over, and we will do one session together. If you still want to be my submissive, we will talk more. I must warn you, I’m not an easy dominant. Granted, it's been a while since I’ve been with a submissive. We will be learning things together.”
“Okay,” Quintus said, and Scott could tell he had something else to say. “You have something else you want me to know?”
Quintus nodded. “I’m willing to try this with you, but I won’t call you Daddy.”
Scott threw his head back and laughed out loud, feeling joy deep down inside of him.
“What? Did I say something funny?” Quintus asked. Scott heard the honest confusion in his question.
“You are adorable,” Scott told him between chuckles. “Not to worry. I’m not the Daddy Dom type. I leave that to Chance. I prefer Sir or Master. If you are uncomfortable with that, we’ll figure out something only you know the meaning to when we are in public and when we’re alone. How’s that?”
“I like that,” Quintus said. “Using a phrase only you and I know the meaning to.”
Scott reached for his hand and kissed the back of it. “So do I, kitty.”
Chapter Eleven
Quintus moaned grinding his cock into Scott’s erection.
Quintus had been fed a delicious dinner of roasted chicken with vegetables, and now he was enjoying the best part—dessert. And that was Scott’s sweet kisses. He mentally smiled, realizing he’d been at the pleasure of more kisses and inmate touches in the past twenty-four hours than he had in his entire adult life. Scott made him forget everything and simply relaxed in his arms. They’d talked during dinner about a few things and had found they had a lot more than sex in common.
He’d told Scott about Sareena being pregnant. Quintus had confessed that his initial reaction was to get upset but couldn’t muster up the anger and he was more disappointed than anything else.
“You’re a good big brother, and I’m sure she will be happy you are supporting her and her mate.”
