“I’m all yours for the next two weeks,” he said walking back into the kitchen and sitting on Scott’s lap. “We’re actually doing this for real?”
Scott cupped his cheek. “Yes, we’re doing this. I want this with you, kitty. I’m not easy to deal with, and I can be demanding at times…”
“I get it.” Quintus placed a finger to his lips, stopping him. “I might be going into this looking like an eager bunny with wide eyes. I’m sure that I’ll have some hard days, but I’m doing this with my eyes open, Scott. I was frustrated that you were taking so long to get us to this point. But it really hasn’t been that long. I sometimes jump head first without thinking about what comes after, and you were thinking about the things I wasn’t. I guess that’s what makes you a good mate and dominant.”
He pressed his forehead to Scott’s. “I want this too.”
Chapter Fifteen
Scott looked down at the submissive training collar that was still sitting in the box.
It was a pretty simply made collar, but it meant a lot to him. He’d had it made a few years ago, with no one particular in mind. Until now. Seeing that he was about to place the collar around Quintus’s neck, maybe he’d had someone in mind, after all. The perfect submissive, his fated mate. Scott picked up the collar and tested the weight in his hand, noting that it would not feel heavy around Quintus’s neck.
Scott had explicitly requestedit be leather, but the designer had gone a bit further, making it triple plated—layered with a stainless-steel O-ring in the center and a key lock with an infinity symbol on the back. It was made for both training and daily wear. Until Scott was ready to give Quintus his permanent collar, it would work perfectly for his boy.
Scott looked in the mirror at Quintus sitting in the center of the playroom, waiting patiently for him. Seeing Quintus erased all the doubts he’d had a few days earlier. Quintus was seated in the rest position like Scott had shown him, with his head bowed and arms clasped behind his back. One thing Scott could see, especially with his boy's eagerness, he was a quick study. They'd each signed their contracts, going over every aspect of it.
“Three months. Why only three months?” Quintus asked.
“It will give us time to figure out some of our limits,” Scott told him. “After the first three months, we’ll renegotiate a new contract for longer. Take out what you don’t like and keep what you do. We will keep going that way before signing a long-term contract.”
There were a few thingsthey’d both agreed to, and a list of things they never plan on doing, like golden showers. They decided on nightly spankings before bed, as well as a set number. Quintus was fascinated by the idea of being in a cage but admitted he wasn't ready for that kind of scene. Scott had assured him they would not begin with something so heavy but would slowly work their way up to him being in a cage.
Quintus agreed to be blindfolded, handcuffed, and gagged—depending on the scene. Quintus requested that Scott not use his empath abilities to see how he was feeling during their scenes. They also decided to include role play as a part of their scenes to keep things hot and spicy between them.
They also included mandatory date nights where they would go out and simply be Scott and Quintus. Quintus admitted that although he enjoyed going to The Vault, because it was a fantastic experience, he wasn't ready to visit another club and wanted their time to be just them.
Scott told him the next club they’d visit would be the one he and Chance opened, so he didn't need to worry about visiting another club for a while. Scott also went over the playroom rules once more, adding the rest of them.
"Before entering the playroom, you must disrobe and place your clothes neatly folded on the bench beside the door. I made a list of suggested titles for you to refer to me, in private and in public."
“Dominus,” Quintus said, raising an eyebrow. “Lord and master.”
Scott blushed. He liked the way the title sounded coming from Quintus. "You don't have to use that title, it was only a suggestion.”
“I like it. The title fits you.”
“‘Sir’ is also an option.”
“I know,” Quintus answered. “But I want a special titleonly I can call you and no one else.”
“Okay, so here’s what we will do. While in public you will call me Scott or Sir, and in private Dominus.”
“As you wish,” Quintus whispered. “And what will you call me?”
“I like calling you ‘kitty,’” Scott said smiling.
“I like it, too. I think I did from the first time you called me that.”
“During a scene, I’ll call you pero. In public, Quintus or my boy.”
“I like that we’re keeping things somewhat the same in that regard.”
“I think it’s best, for now,” Scott answered. “I might add another during a scene, but we will see.”
“Okay.”
“Have you thought about your safe words?”
