“I’m scared I might be more attracted to the pain, and I get this is not all about that. But it calls to me. I’ve been thinking about it all day. I want to feel the sting from the falls of your whips burning my skin. It doesn’t make me crazy, right?”
Scott held him close. He liked seeing and hearing Quintus excitement by telling him exactly what he wanted. “No, kitty, you’re not crazy for wanting that.” He placed his thumb under Quintus’s chin and raised his head to meet his gaze. “And one day, maybe you’ll feel my whip. But until then we’ll take things slow.”
“Promise?”
Scott leaned closer and grazed his cheetah’s lips before pulling him into a sweet and gentle kiss, sealing his promise to the other man.
“We’ll get there all in due time,” Scott whispered against his lips.
“I love when you make promises.”
“I plan on keeping them too,” Scott told him. “All right, ask me anything.”
Quintus nodded and started asking questions. Scott answered every one of them honestly. They kept talking through the night about various topics. Neither seemed as if they wanted to part from each other, even when the sun came up. Scott couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that with a lover. Simply laying in bed naked and talking until the next day...not even with Alec.
Scott found out Quintus had taught himself how to speak three different languages—French, Italian, and Spanish. Scott remarked that he’d learned all the languages of love because he was a romantic at heart, which made the cheetah blush. For the first time in a long time, he called into work simply because they were not ready to leave each other’s side.
Marlow was shocked but happy that Scott was finally doing something for himself and didn’t give him a hard time for missing one day, even if it was in the middle of the week. Scott knew what was happening, even if he didn’t want to say the words out loud. They were forming a bond with each other that went much further than sex.
Chapter Twelve
Quintus admired his ass in the leather pants he was wearing and couldn’t believe Scott had got his size perfect.
A couple of days earlier when Scott had told him they were going to a club, he’d been in a bit of a haze and would have agreed to anything. He was glad Scott had given him the time to look around the playroom on his own, although thirty minutes hadn’t been long enough. He’d recognized the paddles, ropes, nipple clamps, and floggers from his research but there had been things in the drawers and cabinets he’d never seen or heard of before.
Scott also had a few drawers locked, and Quintus assumed there were things in there he wasn’t meant to see...or not yet at least. Quintus had allowed himself time to touch everythinghe’d seen and had imagined himself in the room with Scott standing over him, dominating him, and ultimately fucking on the red silk sheets. He’d gotten so turned on.
So, when he’d opened the door and Scott had been standing there waiting for him, Quintus hadn’t been and to help jumping the man.
Quintus was sad Scott hadn’t taken him back into the room to fuck him the way he’d wanted. But he understood the other man’s reasons. The vampire was taking things slow and trying to let him get comfortable with everything. And although he appreciated the pace, they were taking things, it still frustrated him that Scott was being so careful. Their talk helped to calm him down a lot. He couldn’t believe they’d spent the entire night and most of the morning talking and getting to know each other.
Gods when was the last time I had a decent conversation with someone I’ve gone out with?
Still, it had Quintus wondering a couple of things about his relationship with Scott.
Will we ever admit we’re mates? Could he be bad in bed, which is why we haven’t taken things past kissing and hot and heavy petting? Oh gods, are all relationships this complicated?
Most of the couples he knew were mated within seconds of meeting each other.
They talked about life and work. Quintus talked about his family, and Scott listened as he talked about starting their life in Vale Valley. Quintus left out the real reason why he and his family had to run in the middle of the night from their previous home. It was a story he wasn’t ready to share with the vampire.
Quintus also noticed Scott didn’t talk much about his family or his dead lover.
Maybe he doesn’t get along with them? Oh man, did Scott kill his lover in a blind, jealous rage? No, that’s not Scott. He might be a vampire, but he’s not a killer like me.
That thought made Quintus realize he wasn’t being completely honest with Scott. After all, he’d killed his own father at seven years old.
Sighing, Quintus realizedhe wasn’t going to get any answers any time soon and decided the best thing was to wait for Scott to tell him everything. He finished getting dressed, to make sure he was ready for when Scott showed up.
Quintus hadn’t been to a BDSM club before and wasn’t sure what was appropriate for the atmosphere. He was thankful when Scott had shown up the day before with a shopping bag and a large shoe box. After kissing Quintus and leaving him breathless, Scott had left before he could ask what was inside. He wasn’t disappointed to see black leather pants, a black sleeveless shirt, and a silver cross chain.
The knee length boots had silver buckles going down the sides. Quintus scrutinized himself and acknowledged that he looked good, but something was missing. Smiling he got an idea and went and got the black eyeliner one of his sisters had left at his house a few weeks earlier. After applying the eyeliner thickly around his eyes—it topped off his look perfectly. The dark color gave him a more feline appearance—true to his nature.
Quintus gasped but relaxed when arms circled his waist and Scott’s hard cock pressing against his ass. “Maybe we should stay in, instead of going out tonight.” He buried his face in Quintus’s skin before licking and nipping the back of his neck.
“Nope, this is our first official date. And I’m excited.”
Scott sighed and stepped away from him. Quintus was finally able to get a look at what he was wearing—a red silk shirt with the first few buttons undone, showing the artful tattoos on his chest. His shirt was paired with black leather pants and less flashy boots, but he had to admit red was definitely Scott’s color.
