Scott chuckled. “I know it’s been a while…”
Rodney scoffed, cutting Scott off. “A while…try fucking years. I haven’t heard from you or Chance in a long time. How are you both doing?”
“Well, Chance got married and has three beautiful kids.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Rodney said in shock. “I thought the old bastard wasn’t looking for love?”
“Well, it kind of snuck up on him. Anyway, I didn’t call you to talk about Chance. I’m planning on visiting the club this weekend, and I want to add a guest to the list.”
“Found yourself a sub, did you?” Rodney asked, and Scott could hear the happiness in his voice.
“Sort of, he’s new to everything. The never-been-spanked type new.”
“Damn, there are still kinky virgins out there? I thought everyone was into a kinky lifestyle these days?”
“He’s a gem,” Scott told Rodney.
“All right, let me have his name. I’ll make sure to add yours, as well. I can’t wait to see you again, my friend.”
“You too, Rodney. The name of my guest is Quintus Wolfe.”
“All right, got it. Tell Chance to come and visit us and bring his spouse. I’d love to meet him.”
“I will,” Scott said looking down at his watch, he only had a couple of minutes before he needed to alert Quintus his time was up. “Hey, I need to go. But I’ll see you this weekend.”
“You got it.”
They both hung up, and Scott took a couple of deep breaths to calm his excitement and then walked back into the hall before softly knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the cheetah opened the door. Scott observed him carefully and almost gasped out loud at what he saw.
Quintus’s eyes were dilated, his breathing was coming out in short pants and skin flushed. His hair appeared wet from perspiration, and the scent coming off the man almost made Scott fall to his knees. He went to speak. But before he could, Quintus grabbed him by his T-shirt and attacked his mouth, swallowing his moan. Their kiss was sloppy and filled with need for each other.
Scott reached down and grabbed Quintus’s legs, lifting him off the ground. The cheetah wrapped his legs around Scott’s waist as he backed him up against the wall. They continued to kiss for a bit longer, before Scott slowly separated his lips from Quintus.
“I take it you liked what you saw?” he asked. Quintus kept his eyes closed but nodded in response.
“There are so many questions and images flowing in my mind,” Quintus said, opening his eyes.
“Then let’s talk about it.”
“Do we have to talk now? Why can’t you take me back into the room and strap me to the fuck bench…”
Fuck, he’s eager.
A dominant with less morals would be taking advantage of the situation, but he wasn’t one of them. He wanted an eager submissive, but he also wanted to do things the right way—in other words, his way. Scott placed a finger on his lips, stopping him from saying anything else. “All in due time, kitty. I promise. First we talk, and maybe later I’ll tie you to my fuck bench.”
“Okay,” Quintus whispered then kissed his finger.
Scott didn’t put him down. He carried the cheetah to his bedroom and gently laid him on the bed.
“Get comfortable.” Scott stood back and undressed, then got into bed joining Quintus. The cheetah scooted closer to him, resting his head on Scott’s chest. “First, how are you feeling?”
“Overwhelmed, excited, scared, and horny as hell.”
Scott chuckled. “I felt the same way as well the first time I saw my first scene in a club. Speaking of which, I’m taking you to a club this weekend. I want you to feel and see why I like this lifestyle. Tell me why you’re scared?”
Quintus sighed and his shoulders relaxed. “Do you want honesty?”
Scott kissed Quintus on the crown of his head. “One thing to remember is that we will talk things through. There needs to be trust, understanding, and communication between us. So yes, I want your honesty.”
