“And coming here helped?”
“Yes,” Scott said smiling. “But being here with you makes it better.” Scott leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Quintus’s lips. It wasn’t as ravenous as it had been on the dance floor, but the gentleness was just as exciting.
“Come on, let’s go watch the show. Day is a masterful man with a whip.”
They walked into a room decorated in purple and silver. All the seats were already taken, so he and Scott stood in the back—able to see the stage still. Scott positioned Quintus in front of him and told the cheetah to watch Clayton—the submissive’s—face.
Clayton was a handsome boy with curly, red hair and expressive green eyes. Clayton was tied to a Saint Andrew’s cross. Which Scott knew it was the boy’s favorite thing to be tied down on. Day stood behind his boy and whispered in his ear before stepping back from Clayton.
"Count them out for me, boy," Day ordered.
"Yes, Master."
The sound of the whip whistled in the air, before the falls touched the submissive’s skin, and it brought the feeling of command and control to Scott. Quintus gasped and pressed his back to Scott’s chest.
"One, Master. Please. Can I have another?"
Resting his hands-on Quintus's hips, he closed his eyes and focused on the man in his arms. Everyone else in the room didn't matter. With another kiss of the whip, Quintus whimpered, his heartbeat sped up, and the scent of his arousal grew stronger.
Scott was sure that if they had been around shifters, they would have been drawn to the omega’s enticing aroma. Scott placed a gentle kiss on the side of his neck and another on the back of his ear as he slowly moved one of his hands, placing it on Quintus's cock. He wasn't surprised to find his cheetah rock hard. He palmed the omega’s erection, pressing the heel of his palm against it as he listened to his lover’s breathing change. Quintus went to turn around in his arms, but Scott stopped him.
"Don't move or take your eyes off Clayton," he ordered. Quintus nodded.
Scott unbuttoned his pants and pulled out Quintus's cock, jerking the shaft and then rubbing his thumb over the head. "Widen your legs for me, kitty."
He smiled when Quintus did what he was told, giving Scott enough room to pull on his balls just as the sound of leather meeting flesh reached his ear. He could tell Quintus wanted to move but didn't, because Scott had told him not to.
So obedient.
Scott couldn't wait for their first real scene together. He pushed Quintus's pants down just a bit, pressing his cock against his cheetah's ass.
"They’re watching you," Scott whispered in Quintus's ear. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that the couples in the room were watching them. Quintus went to turn his head, but Scott stopped him. "Keep looking at the stage. Tell me what Master Day is doing to Clayton. You have permission to explain." Scott gripped Quintus's cock with his other hand as he continued to pull on his balls lightly.
“He threw the whip down and is standing behind Clayton. He’s whispering something in his ear.”
While Quintus was talking Scott reluctantly let go of the cheetah’s balls, but not before giving them a slight tug. He unzipped his pants and released his cock. Quintus gasped and visibly shivered when Scott pushed his cock between the omega’s butt cheeks, teasing his wet hole. Scott had to admit being so close to his cheetah’s moist, virgin hole was pulling on every ounce of his control.
“Keep talking,” he ordered through gritted teeth.
Scott could feel Quintus’s leg threatening to buckle, and he was proud of his cheetah for not falling. Slowly he pulled back. Using the omega’s slick as lubrication, he glided his cock in and out of Quintus’s ass cheeks, letting the head brush against his hole. He continued to jerk his cheetah off each time, swiping his thumb against the weeping head of his cock.
“He…Oh gods…Sc…”
“Talk to me, Kitty. Tell me what Day is doing.”
“He’s fucking him,” Quintus breathed out.
“Is Clayton still tied to the Saint Andrew’s Cross?”
“Yes,” Quintus rasped.
“Do you want to be tied to my cross, kitty?”
“Gods, yes.”
“Want me to spank and then fuck your red-hot ass.”
“Yes,” he moaned when Scott pinched the head of his cock.
