Scott kept jerking his cock and fondling his balls, keeping him distracted.
“Widen your legs and press your chest on the bed, my own.”
Quintus did as he was asked. His ass cheeks parted, making him feel more exposed to the man he was kneeling over.
What must I look like? My ass in the air, and my cock and balls dangling between my legs.
His body quivered when he felt Scott’s tongue trail over his ass cheek and to his wet hole.
“You look beautiful, and I must reward you for this enticing sight,” Scott said through their mental link.
Before he could respond, Scott’s hand connected with his flesh. The force of the slap sounded like thunder cracking to his ears. The stinging sensation ran through his body before settling on his ass cheek.
“One,” he moaned.
Before he could finish the word, Scott’s hand connected with his skin again this time on his other butt cheek. He then rubbed his tender skin soothing the sharp burn. Salvia pooled in Quintus’s mouth and tears welled in his eyes, as the beating of his heart grew louder, pounding in his chest.
Fuck, I want more.
“Two,” he wailed.
Scott’s hand came down hard, swatting him on his ass cheeks twice more, and the burning intensified. His cock grew impossibly harder as precum pooled on Scott’s legs. He couldn’t help grinding his erection against his vampire’s thighs. Quintus gasped when he felt Scott’s finger enter him.
“Oh fuck,” he cursed. “Three. Four.”
“You’re such a good boy,” Scott soothed.
Quintus groaned and fucked Scott’s fingers and legs. So many sensations were going through his body at that moment. He couldn’t tell which way was up or down. The stinging in his ass and Scott’s fingers stretching and fucking him as they brushed over his prostate, set his world on fire. His back arched the more Scott rubbed against his prostate. He was wide open to Scott, leaving himself bare to the new sensation and experience.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“Cum,” Scott ordered just as he swatted Quintus on his ass twice, so hard he came with lights flashing behind his eyes.
Scott was still fucking him through his orgasm while his other hand soothed his burning ass cheeks. After a few seconds, Scott kissed him gently on the small of his back before slowly removing his finger from Quintus’s hole.
Quintus collapsed, half on Scott and the other half on the bed. He took deep breaths trying to get his breathing under control, and the entire time Scott never took his hands off of him.
“You did well, my own.”
Scott removed the blindfold, but Quintus kept his eyes closed—not ready to leave his world of darkness. His mate kissed him on his shoulders, nuzzling his cheek against Quintus’s face. They stayed that way, and Quintus felt the tears slip from beneath his closed lids. He hadn’t realized he was crying, but it seemed Scott did and wiped away the few droplets that had trickled out.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” he said to Scott.
“I do,” he responded. “You finally realized that this is what you’ve been searching for. Thank you for trusting me with your control. I will not take it for granted.”
Quintus nodded, not sure what to say. He trusted Scott a lot more than he thought possible in their short time together. Scott kissed him once more and that was how they stayed, with his mate holding him before Quintus was able to move.
He hissed when he sat up and felt the stinging tightness from the swats, he'd received on his ass cheeks. Quintus tried looking over his left shoulder to see if he could see any marks, but couldn't. He looked up when he heard Scott chuckle.
“Go admire yourself in the mirror,” he whispered.
Quintus got off the bed mindful of his ass and walked over to the mirror and gasped when he saw his collar. It was beautiful. Black triple plated leather with an O-ring in the center. The collar sat perfectly around his neck and didn't look out of place. He touched it and smiled, seeing the evidence that he and Scott were in a dominant and submissive relationship and being mated for life added so much depth to their connection.
“I take it you like your collar?" He nodded, looking at Scott in the mirror.
Quintus turned to the side and saw how red his ass was, he could even make out a handprint or two. Sweat broke out all over his body as the image of what happened not too long ago came to him. Thinking quickly, Quintus turned, went to his knees, and buried his face in Scott's crotch, breathing the arousing scent of leather, his master, and his mate.
“How may I please you, my Dominus?”
