“I have,” Quintus sighed. “Is it okay if we stay with red, yellow, and green for now and maybe think of changing it later?”
“Your safe words are whatever you want to make it so, yes, we can keep that system.”
It had takenthem a few hours to read through the contract before signing their names on the dotted lines. Afterward, they’d made dinner together and talked about mundane topics as they ate and cleaned up the kitchen. It was comforting to Scott, and he could tell Quintus enjoyed the natural flow between them. Scott also hoped they would have many more nights like that.
Scott looked down at the collar, and excitement bubbled inside him. This was a new beginning for both him and Quintus, and he couldn't wait to see what their future had in store. Putting the empty box down on the counter, Scott walked over to Quintus and touched a hand to his shoulder, keen to his boy’s tense posture.
“Relax,” he whispered in his cheetah’s ear. “Take deep breaths and exhale them slowly.”
Quintus followed his instructions. Scott listened to his boy’s breathing relax as he kneeled behind him. He moved his hair to the side and kissed him on the nape, before placing the collar around his neck and locking it with the key.
When the lock sounded, Scott felt a sharp, quickening pain in his chest as if something had released its tight hold on his heart. He smiled, even though he wasn’t sure what it all meant. He had the feeling that everything would be all right between him and Quintus.
* * *
Quintus gaspedwhen the scent of leather reached his nose and cold steel touched his skin. The lock shutting sounded loud to his ears.
This is it. Not only do I belong to Scott in soul, but I am also his in mind and body.
For the next two weeks, Scott would completely be in charge of everything he did—from the smallest thing like asking for permission to go to the bathroom in the mornings to what he ate.
Quintus felt a sense of pride knowing that even though he didn’t have Scott’s heart yet, they belonged to each other in more ways than one. He shivered when Scott trailed a finger down the center of his back before hugging him.
Scott released him, and seconds later, a silk scarf was placed over his eyes. They’d discussed their first official scene together should start with their nightly spankings. Because they were starting out with sensory play, he asked to be blindfolded to learn how to trust Scott as his dominant. He didn’t want to see what was happening. Instead, he wanted to feel what was happening around and to him.
“Since it’s our first official scene together, I’m giving you permission to speak freely and cum at will.”
“Thank you, Dominus.”
Scott placed another kiss to one of his shoulders and helped him stand. “We’re not going far, just to bed.”
“Okay,” Quintus said, trusting Scott to lead him.
Quintus remembered that the bed was towards the left and counted four paces before they stopped.
“I’m going to sit down on the bed, and you will kneel over my lap. We are going to go with six swats tonight. Understood?”
“Yes, Dominus.” Quintus appreciated that Scott was talking to him the entire time.
It helped to dispel his nervousness, but his body was starting to sweat from the anticipation. He was already rock-hard just thinking about receiving his first official spanking and hoped his dominant didn’t hold it against him. For the next two weeks, clothing was optional. Any erection he got, he wouldn’t be able to hide it from Scott.
That’s going to be difficult since everything the man does is arousing.
Quintus wasn’t shy when it came to his body, especially since he was a shifter. But he would be opening himself to Scott in every way.
“Okay, now kneel over my knees.”
Quintus placed a knee on the bed and felt Scott’s hand on his chest and back, guiding his movements. It was a smooth transition from standing to kneeling, and Quintus realized he’d put a lot of trust in Scott to not let him fall flat on his face.
Scott rubbed his back in a soothing motion, while his other hand tugged on his erection and fondled his balls. The hand on his back moved down to his ass and then up to his back again. When Scott removed the hand on his back completely, he tensed up, expecting the first slap, but instead, he was surprised when Scott kissed his ass.
“Relax, my pero,” Scott whispered against his skin. “Count them for me, my own.”
Quintus gasped.My own, he called me his.He wondered if Scott realized what he’d just said and how much it meant to Quintus hearing it.
“Stay with me, Pero.”
“Yes, Dominus.”
