Scott sighed and stepped away from him. “You’re right. Besides, I made dinner reservations. Then I’ll take you to the club and show you off.”
“Are you going to tell me what the name of the club is now?”
“Yup, I’m taking you to The Vault. My friend and fellow dominant, Rodney Jefferson, owns it.”
“Are you saying I might bump into submissives you’ve been with?”
“Yes, there’s a possibility,” Scott answered. “Is that going to be a problem?”
As long as they don’t touch what’s mine there’s no problem at all.
“I don’t think so,” Quintus said with a sweet smile he hoped Scott bought. “Is there anything I need to know before we go?”
“Not right now. I just want you to watch and learn.”
“Okay,” Quintus said.
“Tonight, I want you to have fun. But stick close to me. Maybe I should let you wear my collar so no one will try to steal you away from me.”
Quintus turned and looked in Scott’s face. He knew about the significance of being collared by a dominant. It was just as important as claiming a mate in Quintus’s opinion and a sure sign of commitment. He didn’t want Scott to do that just because he was afraid someone was going to take him away. It would never happen, he belonged to Scott no matter what.
“That won’t happen,” Quintus told him. “And until you cl…fuck me, I don’t want your collar.” He hoped Scott caught his meaning. Until the man claimed him, Quintus would not wear his collar.
“Okay,” Scott whispered. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”
* * *
“Master S,it’s so good to see you,” the host said coming to greet him and Scott when they walked in the door.
Quintus wasn’t sure what he was expecting when they pulled up in front of the building. The first part of their date had been beautiful. Scott had taken him to a restaurant that was an hour away from Vale Valley, where they held hands and talked about the things he would like to experience sexually.
Again, it was something he’d never done before. It could also explain why he’d been a virgin for so long. Telling a man he wanted to be loved slowly in one breath and fucked hard in the next was a new experience for him.
“I like it when you bite on my nipples,” he told Scott.
“What else,” Scott asked moving closer to him, invading his personal space.
Quintus licked his lips and tried to stamp down the erection that was forming in his leather pants. “When you rimmed me, you were the first man to do that to me.”
“So, I’m your first for many things? I like that I get to pop all of your cherries.”
Quintus’s face felt hot, but he couldn’t deny the man was right. “Yes, and you don’t need to be so damn cocky about it.”
Scott reached for his hand and placed it on his erection, hidden by the long tablecloth. Quintus gasped, rubbing his fingers along the shaft and watching Scott’s eyes become a darker shade of blue.
“I think I have every right to be cocky, don’t you think?”
Quintus didn’t have a response. Scott had been able to leave him speechless a few times during the night. The man was simply sexy with everything he did and said. The whole time he’d had to hold back from jumping Scott at the table. He’d felt special the entire time they were at the restaurant and let Scott take charge and ordered for him, leading the night.
“I saw your name on the list, but I thought it was a typo. I had to check with Rodney to make sure it wasn’t an old list.”
“How have you been, Tim?”
“Rodney finally gave in and collared me,” Tim said excitedly. “That’s how good I’m doing. We are getting a third partner, and he’s so adorable.”
“That’s wonderful,” Scott said before pulling the man into a quick hug.
“He just walked through the door, and already he’s trying to steal my boy from me,” a tall, handsome looking man, with warm brown skin and green eyes walked over to Scott and Tim.
